Showing posts with label Weight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weight. Show all posts

Nix

 For years, I have tried to understand

The pillars on which this fucked society stands


Humans, control, wars and bloodied hands

The killing of the lands & deeds inhuman  


Oh the women looking for their freedom’s lumen

Battered, raped and killed by the insecure boogeymen


Let’s not forget the most colourful of our specimen

Who try as hard to just be, but cannot even


We’ve forced an image of what makes a man, 

And readily sacrificed the futures of our children 


There is no compassion in the basic curriculum

We’ve battered our selves & them glum, dumb and numb


All for the chase of control, status and income

All to maintain a broken & skewed system


We’ve perverted the use of our collective wisdom 

Succumbed to every flavor & crumb of violence


To stifle our own grandstand end, into silence

But there is no defiance, no other outcome… 


In legacy’s lens, than a big fat zero-sum 

And Death’s eternal, irrefutable hum



Mirare

And what will you do,
When the going gets tough;
When life's seas get rough;
When the threat of Death
Or worse befalls you?

Who will you blame?
Without any shame
Anything, anyone, but you.
Fate & circumstances,
Family and acquaintances, 

God, Satan, and their minions
Excuses in the millions
Just not to stare in that mirror
Oh the lies, the horror!
To even remotely consider

That you're in error
To realise... you're a sinner.

Putrefied

Love is dead
So are our hearts

Bayoneted
And broken parts

A masquerade
For momentary sparkle

Of paid trade
For needs carnal

That bond eternal
So decayed

By a society infernal
Made into the grandest charade

Cataclysm

Write of the World
Of morality blurred

Of taxes, debt and financial turd
Of education, now a hollow word

Of war, feeding media
Articles and news inciting paranoia

Ignorance engendering hate
Hate catalysing crime

None willing to wait
Such is our time

The time of Mammon's creed
Money, things and Greed

One can ask how and why
Believe in his lie

But the only bona fide
The world's heart already died

Living - Weight v/s Lightness

Reading through "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera, I couldn't help but find myself agreeing with his view of how the human race seems to be less and less able to live without burdens/responsibilities, or in this case we are going to use the umbrella term "weight".

How are we living? The way life as we know it has evolved into an elaborate algorithm, a routine containing classes which get called every morning of a working week. Forgive the pseudo-programmer in me. Obviously, the great villain here is work. Studies, not so much. Sometimes you attend lectures, sometimes you don't. Work on the other hand, has been made into something so inflexible you might think it's a diamond rod that is so far up your arse, it controls your locomotive and limbic system, dictating everything you do and think. Imagine the olden days where Diogenes of Sinope would just lie about learning about the people in his village, or taunting Plato. What happened to good old free will? Why are we bent on bending over and doing shit for other people when we could run our own dream business, the whimsical way we want? The answer most likely is "The money is good." Ah money, another great evil, not to be tackled today otherwise this would never end. With the expenses we make to get a good tertiary education, only to land into a job, that will pay back your student loans after 10 years, we find ourselves, in the best case scenario, 30 years old, before we can even start thinking about investing in a house. The great question here is, are your goals, more important that living the life you dreamt of? Or are your goals eventually going to lead you to realising your dreams? If so, then will you be able to enjoy it fully at the time it will come true?


Lightness. The term "no responsibility" comes to mind. Eternal dreamer that I am, I have come to deduce that the most brilliant ideas come at times when we are just doing and thinking nothing. Like the fly flying aimlessly in a room only to hit the odd unlit lightbulb, that on touch, lights up. Like any living thing, the innate fear of being burnt by the sun  makes the fly recoil and check that light source from a distance. What is it I am talking about you say? It is the fear of making our dreams come true. Because the adage "It's too good to be true." keeps running amok in our head. Media makes us think we need shit we don't have any fucking use for and that is where the money which could be used to make one of your dreams come true, goes.

Weight. Is it good, is it bad? The inexplicable need of doing things that can hurt oneself is inherent in human behaviour, triggers of which are detailed in this paper. Common sense would opt for lightness - opposite of weight in this context - as the good. I am pro-lightness but I do recognise the need for weight as a means to lightness. Think of it as the tunnel that one has to go through from London, before ending up in the City of Love, Paris. :) But then, what is your opinion on the matter?

Leech


The words are demons
Eating away at me

The phrases are weapons
Used for torturing me

They haunt, and devour
Always seeking power

Never the redeemer
Least of all the saviour

Feeding on my soul time and again
Giving me pleasure and pain

I restrain the urge but fail
As the syllables wail

For this is the needle
With which you never fiddle

An eternal riddle
My unsolvable puzzle

Concerto

Not a tune
That could make you swoon
No sign of any boon

Not a sound
That could turn time around
And not make you stound

No melody
That could let me be
And make you happy

Nothing
Twang of the string
Listen to this broken violin

Eternal Genesis

A dying sun burns away
As the wind blows astray

Carrying a fulfilling loneliness,
The higher being's companion
Who seeks redemption
Finding nothing save everlasting emptiness

Shadowed by a darkness eternal
Plaguing the cursed immortal

Upon this hill
Overlooking their graves
The air above their tombstones so still
One of immortality's slaves

Evil sheathed in these veins
Bound by immortality's chains
Blood that simply won't clot
Flesh and bones which rot not

A wish left unfulfilled:
For the freedom I seeketh
Lies in naught but death