God's love~

I believe many religions have deviated.

The mistake they made was to believe its for the best.
"We should give more, suffer more, for our God"

But i don't think God sees it that way.
He doesn't even need that capital "G" in his name.
Cause it doesn't mean jack shit.
People do it as a show of respect.
Respect or not, it changes nothing.
He still loves you no less.

God loves you as a parent loves a child, but deeper.
His love has no boundaries.

He has no ego.
He has no pride.
He only has love for you.
His love so full there's no room for ego nor pride.

He is the perfect father.
He is the perfect mother.
He feels the pressure of raising you.
He feels the pain of your birth.

He needs no sacrifices.
He needs no commitment.
He needs no obligations.
He only needs whats good for you.

He is love in its' purest of forms.
He is love in loves' raw nature.
Would he give up his existence for your good?
I believe he would. If you deserve.

God loves you.
He gave us a privilege, one that is his weakness.
He allows us to ignore him.
To choose not to hear him.
He allowed us to choose the sweetness of ignorance.

God doesn't want you to suffer.
Especially not for him.
He would want you to honour and respect yourself.
And to die without regrets.

He tries every day, to make women and girls the world over to realise their value.
He tries every day, to make men recognise those values.
So they could serve each other accordingly.
For they were created to serve one another properly.

God has no ass for you to kiss.
He has no ego for you to boost.
He only has his love for you to honour.
For you to uphold and respect.

Love another unconditionally,
So you may understand god's love.
Love one another,
And understand how he suffers.

He needs no sympathy from us.
But he has mine.
I know what it is to love.
To love those who do not deserve.

Vincent~

Starry Starry night,

Paint your pallete blue and grey,

Look out on a summers day,

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on hills,

Sketch the tress and daffodils,

Catch the breeze and the winter chill,

In colors on the snowy linen land.

And now I understand,

What you tried to say to me.

How you suffered for your sanity.

How you tried to set them free,

They would not listen the did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night,

Flamings flowers that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze,

Reflect in VIncent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue,

Morning fields of amber grain,

Weathered faces lined in pain,

Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand

And now I think i know,

What you tried to say to me.

How you suffered for you sanity.

How you tried to set them free,

They would not listen the did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

For the could not love you,

But still your love was true,

And when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night,

You took you life as lovers often do.

But I could of told you Vincent,

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Starry starry night,
Portraits hung in empty halls,

Frameless heads on nameless walls,

With eyes that watch the world and cant forget.

Like the strangers that youve met,

The ragged men in ragged clothes,

The silver thorn the bloody rose,

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

And now I understand,

What you tried to say to me.

How you suffered for your sanity.

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen they're not listening still,

Perhaps they never will.

How my country progressed~

I was unable to trace back the origins of this story.
Its not by me, just to clear things up.
Its a lil something i received by mail.

Independence day is such a joke.
A good example of how its gone starts below:

Start with a cage containing five monkeys. Inside the cage,  
hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it.  
Before long, a monkey will go to the stairs and start to climb  
towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray  
all of the other monkeys with cold water. After a while,  
another monkey makes an attempt with the same result - all the  
other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon, when  
another monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys  
will try to prevent it.  

Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage  
and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana  
and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all  
of the other monkeys attack him. After another attempt and  
attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will  
be assaulted.  

Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace  
it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is  
attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment  
with enthusiasm! Likewise, replace a third original monkey  
with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth.  

Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is  
attacked. Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no  
idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why  
they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey.  

After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining  
monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless,  
no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the  
banana.  

Why not?  

Because as far as they know that's the way it's always been  
done around here.



That's why we celebrate independence day. At least the people around my age.

The dark path~

Scream...
Suffer.

The blade is your friend, as the pain is a reminder.
The blood is your sorrow, your shame, your regret.
So bleed it all away.

The scar will remind you, what you have done today.
The day you let it all flow away.
The scar will remind you, what you should have done,
Instead of what you did today.

NeoWakko~

You're irrational as always.
Its always about wants, but never needs.
"Needs can wait.
There's still time to have wants."

It does not work that way anymore.
You're right, i have aged.
I will continue to do so.
Maybe one day you will too.

We have grown our separate ways.
We have conflicting ideals.
Huraira had chosen mine over yours.
There is nothing more to argue about.

NeoWakko the never-changing.
It is time you do.

Layodante~

You've overstayed your welcome. You've aged.
You've turned down a bottle of flame for a bottle of water.
We rot inside with you.
We've finally grown apart.
Your ideals are no longer tolerable.
They used to be.
They used to be needed.
You managed us, shaped us, not constrict us.
Now you're a leash around our throats,
and chains around our wrists.
If it were possible to put you away, i would.
So what now you wonder?
Now i silence you.

Broken~

"It seems that, when a man finds the right woman,
he can suffer through anything.
Lose her and he will suffer in everything"

-Layodante

I've been Tagged¬

Aite, i've been tagged by the majestic and bitchy AwfulViolet.
So this means seriousness maximus.

RULES: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog...

Boo ya. Can't think of anyone yet. But i know afew noobs who've never heard of tagging before. i'mmagonnatagem.

1. Shit. You ate raw onions like apples? DAMN that's freaky! I thought onions could kill me! Anyway, i'm a last minsute person. Seriously last minute person. If my assignment's due tommorrow, i'd get drunk tonight and worry about it tomorrow. The kind of assignment that requires 1 or 2 months in advance to work on. So far, i've done em all in 24 hours. Thank gawd i'm so gawddamn smart.

2. I wake up in the morning, go to my housemate's room, let out a big-ass fart to wake him up. Then i'll just sit there and wait to see if he wakes up. If he wakes up, he'll respond with a fart. If i've got any left over, i'll beat that one. It's the unwritten rule that whoever gets the last fart wins.

3. I'm a sucka to kinkiness. Anything's hot shit. ANYTHING.

4. I piss in the shower. (Yea... all guys do.. just don't let my female housemates find out.)

5. I go crazy when i sleep with a fever. Seriously. Dead serious. I get insane dreams that wakes me up and make me bang my head on the floor to get it out of my head.

6. I don't give a damn about alot of things. If you have a dick, i don't give a damn about you.

DONE! time to tag!
I would like to thank you all for being such loyal fans to my work. I'd like to thank gawd an all... his commies and such...
yea... tagging.... shit... I'd like to tag the lovely Avra Kaige of wordpress!! SurrealismX me brother and... the sweet sweet Gingermilk. Thankyas!

Timekiller~

In the concept of perspectives.
Its very essence.
The concept of its existence.
The concept of its essence,
the essence of its concept.

Play with me it said.
It is the reason of my being.
To be played with.
I am everything.
I am nothing.
I can't be right yet i can't be wrong.
I think i'm always right but i think i think i'm thinking i'm always right when i could be wrong.
I am in an invisible area for all to see.
I am on top of what everything is over.
Almighty yet powerless.
I am not the past nor future.
But the present.
Play with me.

You lost me at "It".
There's alot of things in this world i'd like to play with.
Most of them out of curiosity, most followed by regrets.
Many regrets.
But i'd say they're all educational.
It teaches me things i could put to good use in the future.
That would eliminate the regrettable part.
All of a sudden, nothing seems a waste of time,
my mistakes became my advantage.
It filled up my library of knowldge,
adds layers to my defenses,
sharpens my blades and boosts my cannons.
But i don't get what you were talking about.
Like I said, you lost me at "It".

That's an excellent start, child.
You would do well.

Wait.... wattheflyinfuck?

The Sun~

Mommy, tell me again about the days of old..

What would you like to hear about my dear?

I want to hear the stories about the things that grow, the things that fly, like tiny birds you said. Have you ever seen one?

Yes, when i was a very little girl. Even smaller than you now.

You were smaller than me mommy?

A very long time ago my baby, in the times even before the great darkness.

Tell me...again, about the sun...what was it really like mommy?

That was gone long before me my dear. Before the end of the growing ones, before the end of the flying ones, even before the end of the tiny ones.

Bedtime stories.

Sequee Deed~

Everyone in this life likes to think of themself as someone that is special. Someone has something within them that sets them apart from the rest. But in actual fact, what is the benchmark that you use to consider yourself superior than others?

Opinions. Your own or those of others. Knowledge accumulated since one learnt to walk and talk. But there should be no benchmark for considering oneself more superior. In the topic of self development, superiority is irrelevant.

Even in self development, there comes a point where you see someone else who is leading a more extraordinary life and achieving more in their life. By noticing that difference, doesn't it already form superiority?

Great things normally come at a great price. The cost of their extraordinary achievement could be unbearable to most of others.

What do you look for in a person...

Stability in emotions and character, responsible, understanding, loving!

I'm looking for Nana..

Typical guy. Have you ever thought that it's better not to know the truth, especially the reality of something that you've dreamed up and fantasized about? Because the reality of it may just be so dissapointing.

Its in the back of every guys' head. Everytime they consider approaching a girl, every time they decide to hit on someone, every moment before they decide to make a move. It's not easy. Males have to do the "courting" an stuff. Females don't. The pressure's on the guy. Nature. Yeay.

Ah, getting sexist are we? Have you considered, what if no guy goes after the girl? Then what?

Then the girl would be single. So would the guy. Humanity would end. But you know, feminism and whatnots, equal rights nyadda nyadda, why don't girls make the first moves? besides shyness, which is, these days, obsolete.

Since when has shyness become obsolete? Probably because of the way our minds have been stereotyped. If a girl goes after a guy, she could be perceived as things other than being bold. It takes more courage for a girl to approach a guy than a guy to approach a girl. The possible rejection that she faces is also much worse.

Boldness in a woman is a trait few men can appreciate. But i think, for the sake of security, bold women who find the men who could appreciate them are luckier than most. Some guys don't want a girl for them to babysit.

Perceived as things other than being bold. If she's perceived as bold, good for her. What if she's perceived as being skanky?

I think, that unlike most other girls, you know what you want, you are aware of your desires and how to get them. But, you can't be bold about it, you perceive the way others perceive your boldness as a possible "skankiness" or being "cheap". But in the end, whatever you get from your boldness is all yours to keep, and you will be known as someone whose desires should be respected. Bold people tend to make those who go against them regret their actions, and get their decisions respected/honoured.

True. But what if you don't get whatever it is that you wanted from being bold?

If failure intimidates you, then your boldness wasn't genuine.

Not every outcome is in your hands.