A hitchhiker's guide to total freedom from hatred.
We all love revenge, We admire our own guts when we win.
There are ways to scare people.
The two ways are below.
1) Scare the hell out of them by everything you got.
2) Love them so much that they are killed by their own conscience.
Scare them by your claws, denials, flaws, fangs, talk and everything under the sun. It works 90% of the time. There are people I know who like to be afraid, I like to be afraid.
I am not scared by the first part. My weakness lies in making me afraid by loving me, My mother scares me, I scare myself and God makes me afraid worse than hell. He gave us all a conscience, the deadliest weapon and our biggest threat.
As said in 'Max Payne'
"I dont know about angels, but it is fear that gives men wings."
I.D.I.O.T
It doesn't take much for me to live in the world, all i need is to know all is just fine, they don't have to tell me I'll know if it's ok. Well that is all I can say about everyone else I don't think much about. But a few ones I hold close need to tell me what they think, want and feel for I can never look and analyze anyone close to my heart. It is not easy to, I know what they are but I never know what they become.
Sometimes all we have to understand we are only human, and forgive all around us, but does that question my validity on being human? No it doesn't for I waste precious time in taking care of all those
idiots around me.
After all as I always say "Only Human"
The terminology for life is exactly caricature.
ForSaken
No more poetry from me! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Something is wrong........
Lost winds that visited my garden yesterday,
They came when the moon hung sleepily on my window,
Where I sat Smoking my poison,
Searching a shade of bygones.
I knew the comming,
I had it comming,
I knew all I had was to go,
I just held on the fight.
I wished to survive, to live long enough to fight,
Not to win, Not to smile,
Just to be there and walk a while,
I knew those times are gone, lost.
Somewhere when the circles turned,
A swirl of smoke as I exhaled,
I saw a face there in that smoke,
I saw me bid farewell to my angst.
God exists but I Live
Well my paper tiger just tell m in black and white what is it that you changed for? Was it something I did? Or was it me over all?
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Me and my altered reality
Is that all that is there to my existence?
Am I cursed to be subjected to eternal loss of all the friends I love?
Am I that bad? Where is it that I keep going wrong?
If friends considered me as one why do they not pin-point the defect?
Why do I worry so much?
Again to say 'Qusetions Questions and more of it.' Thanks a lot God, you exist as a fragment in this chaotic reclusive world annulated with underlying lies and idiocracies combined with what we call crap for thoughts, you stand,Tall, and as a master. What master are you when you can let all around you seem to be feeling like hell's a better place? probably because you made hell as well?
I laugh at you not because you make me laugh for I pity you, you stand alone just like me,eye to eye, face to face, cut to cut and like black and white. You are the black boss you are the black.
I know I can win when I choose to, but every win you take away from me you lose and it is a win again for me.
If you were just as human how would you be? let's see!
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The alarm rings, you wake up it's 6:30AM time to wake up people who mean a lot to you, 7:00 Am a refresher to reawaken them, you come to the office possibly late like me for something or someone caught you on the way to get their work done, and you were happy to help out. You give your blood and life burn like hell and I now in your place just make you lose out on every thing, not because you don't work hard but because I love watching you in trouble. (I love you so much that it hurts you' isn't that a statement you made when you came in the dream?)
You finish work, you come home wait for a a moment of happiness, you reach out to call someone you care so damn much about, I just poison their mind, what do I get out of this? Happiness ? No but that is close the word would be bliss.
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Hey god why don't you just hate me atleast you would leave me alone and ignore me like all my people I hold close do (well I know), or if you wan't to pick on me come on let's battle it out my style Black and white, you coward pick on someone your own size not my friends they are not me, it's me you want and I stand right there in that fog lit road hands spread, with fury in my eyes and my gun in my hand (my pen) touch me if you can, I dare you.
Anything you want............................. I wont blink or think twice I'll get it done.
