Wednesday, July 26, 2006
On request of a friend: A passage.
You sit behind a higher chair, wearing a black shirt and slacks, tastefully creased.
The cast begins to enter, filing into this chamber of brightly lit tubelights that house noisy insects and buff ac fans overhead. A man enters, with a flashy cell phone, is remorsely large, staggeringly, stutteringly eloquent. Another enters, a mortal enemy: righteously treacherous, impeccably dressed, unfairly confident. And radiant, confiding..his wife: someone that I find fascinating. Three people I know, one of which I hate, all players in this trial in my head, witnesses and liars all...
They are pursued by two hawkfaced men dressed in black and white: both forbidding, both obnoxious, hairs dripping with oily substance...two homosocial reflections of the same soul, in a cosmic house of mirrors, or uncanny coincidence? impossible to say.
A steady stream of others follows, their diversity the work of a skilled casting director. They take their places. They all sit. Silent murmurs, moving slowly, every hesitation well rehearsed. A brief but stylish crowd scene, and above it all I and my mortal enemy sit near by.
Then a pause, a silence. All eyes turn to his chair. He stands, a pharoah, an enemy. I must be patient however. To others, he is terrible almost-hero of a great story: powerful and magnificent. My temper flairs. I fight to control it. And then he is seated and it begins. Its dinner. My fists feel like the hammer of god himself. Perhaps this rage...where did I get this rage, flashes through my mind before vanishing forever...But the die has been cast. There is no going back.
It is a happy room. A gathering at a social climate. Yet none realize the villain here. I defy the nonsense, and imagine this a court. The hawkfaced men and accompanying others the courtsmen, him the accused, and I the prosecutor. My syliloquy as follows:
"He is a phony, Milord" I'd say. My remarks would reek of closure. "There can be no doubt here. No more facts exist to be found. The balancding of scales awaits. Redress for wrong is come. Tender humanity screams in fear, confronted by such a monster, and conscience weeps with rage. The law usually licks its lips at the prospect of punishing such a one, and justinc can shut its eyes today, so easy is its task."
I'd pause, my words leaping about the courtroom like shadows cast for innocense' sake in the flickering light of some dying candle. He'd be worthy of the punishment that followed; i confident; since the villian clearly'd deserve it.
You sit behind a higher chair, wearing a black shirt and slacks, tastefully creased.
The cast begins to enter, filing into this chamber of brightly lit tubelights that house noisy insects and buff ac fans overhead. A man enters, with a flashy cell phone, is remorsely large, staggeringly, stutteringly eloquent. Another enters, a mortal enemy: righteously treacherous, impeccably dressed, unfairly confident. And radiant, confiding..his wife: someone that I find fascinating. Three people I know, one of which I hate, all players in this trial in my head, witnesses and liars all...
They are pursued by two hawkfaced men dressed in black and white: both forbidding, both obnoxious, hairs dripping with oily substance...two homosocial reflections of the same soul, in a cosmic house of mirrors, or uncanny coincidence? impossible to say.
A steady stream of others follows, their diversity the work of a skilled casting director. They take their places. They all sit. Silent murmurs, moving slowly, every hesitation well rehearsed. A brief but stylish crowd scene, and above it all I and my mortal enemy sit near by.
Then a pause, a silence. All eyes turn to his chair. He stands, a pharoah, an enemy. I must be patient however. To others, he is terrible almost-hero of a great story: powerful and magnificent. My temper flairs. I fight to control it. And then he is seated and it begins. Its dinner. My fists feel like the hammer of god himself. Perhaps this rage...where did I get this rage, flashes through my mind before vanishing forever...But the die has been cast. There is no going back.
It is a happy room. A gathering at a social climate. Yet none realize the villain here. I defy the nonsense, and imagine this a court. The hawkfaced men and accompanying others the courtsmen, him the accused, and I the prosecutor. My syliloquy as follows:
"He is a phony, Milord" I'd say. My remarks would reek of closure. "There can be no doubt here. No more facts exist to be found. The balancding of scales awaits. Redress for wrong is come. Tender humanity screams in fear, confronted by such a monster, and conscience weeps with rage. The law usually licks its lips at the prospect of punishing such a one, and justinc can shut its eyes today, so easy is its task."
I'd pause, my words leaping about the courtroom like shadows cast for innocense' sake in the flickering light of some dying candle. He'd be worthy of the punishment that followed; i confident; since the villian clearly'd deserve it.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Random Thoughts make Good Poems.
Everything is ordinary upclose
Nothing is high or above one
I met a man who had too many faces
And I felt lost
I know that spades are swords of soldiers
I know that Clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds only blink for the hour
but thats not hte shape of my heart
Everything is ordinary upclose
Nothing is high or above one
I met a man who had too many faces
And I felt lost
I know that spades are swords of soldiers
I know that Clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds only blink for the hour
but thats not hte shape of my heart
Thursday, July 13, 2006
The skinny on a seafood I HATE:
Take an insect, make it bigger and tastier. Don't worry, I'll wait. There. Now you should have, in your magical hands, a lobster. Be careful: Their powerful claws have been known to rip the arms off of a grown man. (Note: This info came from a third grader). Their ugly faces and pinchy nature are why humans boil the beasts alive. Lobsters are not only the most delicious sea creature, but they are also one of the most expensive types of seafood in the galaxy. If you're too cheap to try some, you can get the same taste by rubbing grapes on a tuna-fish sandwich slathered in mustard. Fine…I admit it. I've never had lobster and have no clue what it tastes like. Up yours, you rich asshole. Now where was I?
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Holden Caufield
It rained lazily all day. I could have done stuff today but wasted it. No problem though. I took a nap to compensate and run away from reality and feelings of guilt.
I dreamed it was raining during the nap, and I tried to run and my legs simply gave out with each strive. Suddenly I felt like I was falling with nothing to cling on to. When I woke up, the room was darker than usual. You know, theres always something different about the darkness, when you wake up at an odd time in your room just before dawn. Something incredibly distant, almost alien.
I sat straight up in the sofa I fell asleep on. My heart was beating fast and I was sweating. I felt around the sofa for no apparent reason. There was nothing there. The remote had slipped through the crack of the cushions, but nothing out of the ordinary there. I leaned over, turned the lamp on, and glanced around the living room. I got up and walked around to make sure everything was ok and all.
I don't know why I bothered to even look around since I have a bad sixth sense and wouldnt know if someone was in the house, even if they sat next to me, but I do this all the time. The doctor says that suddenly waking up with blood gushing through my veins hurriedly is OK. And every time when I wake up like this, I try to look around not sure for what... hoping to retrieve something lost.
I came back to where I was and the Television was still on. Someone was trying to sell a video and claimed that by following the video, it could make me rich. He promised and pleaded like God Himself had approved the tapes embroidery. That was it. I had to turn the fucker off.
It stopped raining outside.
It rained lazily all day. I could have done stuff today but wasted it. No problem though. I took a nap to compensate and run away from reality and feelings of guilt.
I dreamed it was raining during the nap, and I tried to run and my legs simply gave out with each strive. Suddenly I felt like I was falling with nothing to cling on to. When I woke up, the room was darker than usual. You know, theres always something different about the darkness, when you wake up at an odd time in your room just before dawn. Something incredibly distant, almost alien.
I sat straight up in the sofa I fell asleep on. My heart was beating fast and I was sweating. I felt around the sofa for no apparent reason. There was nothing there. The remote had slipped through the crack of the cushions, but nothing out of the ordinary there. I leaned over, turned the lamp on, and glanced around the living room. I got up and walked around to make sure everything was ok and all.
I don't know why I bothered to even look around since I have a bad sixth sense and wouldnt know if someone was in the house, even if they sat next to me, but I do this all the time. The doctor says that suddenly waking up with blood gushing through my veins hurriedly is OK. And every time when I wake up like this, I try to look around not sure for what... hoping to retrieve something lost.
I came back to where I was and the Television was still on. Someone was trying to sell a video and claimed that by following the video, it could make me rich. He promised and pleaded like God Himself had approved the tapes embroidery. That was it. I had to turn the fucker off.
It stopped raining outside.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Love Thy Terrorist, or be Consistent...atleast
What intrigues me are things that are placed in our society, which reek of psychotic hypocritical. They are straightforward examples of how people are blind to so many things. One such word, which has come to dominate our very existence here in the US, is the word terrorism.
Terrorism. Most people associate the word with a bearded man, with a turban who is a part of or works in conjunction with Al-Qaeda. Most people also associate Islam to that generalization, along with other generic keywords: Middle Eastern, A-rab, Al-Jazeera. While information involving these keywords is available in every median of our lives from TV to casual conversations, no such definitions exist. Mostly because no one is quite sure of what they mean. We have Fox news, CNN, MSNBCS, and the likes to thank for that. Meaningless propaganda with glittery candy-like words and "meanings," just to gain attention. Mind you, they sound like informative stories that great, but they fail to realize the repercussions of the divestment.
Other types of Terrorism is glorified though. I see it all the time. Infact in most cases it is promoted by the responsible entities as being cool and the "in" thing. Hollywood and the Gaming industry are great example, in this, then. Movies about the glorification of Triads, Italian Mafia (by far the most popular one. An example being Sopranos), Japanese crime lords, Street racing law evading deviants (fast and the furious), Colombian/South American drug traffickers, Caribbean cannabis smoking culture, Rappers promoting constant violence (50 cent in Get Rich or Die Trying), Russian Mafia, 1920's thugs and gangsters (idolized in virtually every movie or advertisement they are in) and the increasingly Violent street gangs (Grand Theft Auto, all parts!).
Ask any random American individual about the above mentioned terrorist organizations and more likely then not, you will get an answer that revolves around the words AWESOME, COOL, AMAZING and even INSPIRING unless ofcourse, the question is regarding Terrorism (what we define it as nowadays atleast) and the answer would be filled with hate (along with a frownie face), along with other generic words (but is not limited to) like freedom, nuclear, eye-ran, a-rab, middleastern, etc.
In essence it is in fashion for us to denounce terrorism (and rightfully so) but only a certain kind of it. Ethnic mobs, Black racists, drug traffickers, and illiterate celebrities are great in the sheeples' minds. Sure al-qaeda killed, what, 3 thousand people on the 11th of September, but what about these other terrorist organizations that are considered noble now. They too are involved in constant destruction of our society, and probably 100 times worse then al-qaeda. These organizations and people are contributing to constant drug trafficking, rapes, murder, theft, robbery, arson, and in turn the moral fabric of society is deteriorating because of them. Sure 3 thousand people were lost in one strike that day, but atleast 5 times that die EVERYDAY due to mob violence, gang activity and the likes.
Why is religious terrorism the only evil thing while other types of larger (yes, believe it or not) evil existence is cherished, loved, and gloated about? Why not hate that too? Atleast have some consistency.
What intrigues me are things that are placed in our society, which reek of psychotic hypocritical. They are straightforward examples of how people are blind to so many things. One such word, which has come to dominate our very existence here in the US, is the word terrorism.
Terrorism. Most people associate the word with a bearded man, with a turban who is a part of or works in conjunction with Al-Qaeda. Most people also associate Islam to that generalization, along with other generic keywords: Middle Eastern, A-rab, Al-Jazeera. While information involving these keywords is available in every median of our lives from TV to casual conversations, no such definitions exist. Mostly because no one is quite sure of what they mean. We have Fox news, CNN, MSNBCS, and the likes to thank for that. Meaningless propaganda with glittery candy-like words and "meanings," just to gain attention. Mind you, they sound like informative stories that great, but they fail to realize the repercussions of the divestment.
Other types of Terrorism is glorified though. I see it all the time. Infact in most cases it is promoted by the responsible entities as being cool and the "in" thing. Hollywood and the Gaming industry are great example, in this, then. Movies about the glorification of Triads, Italian Mafia (by far the most popular one. An example being Sopranos), Japanese crime lords, Street racing law evading deviants (fast and the furious), Colombian/South American drug traffickers, Caribbean cannabis smoking culture, Rappers promoting constant violence (50 cent in Get Rich or Die Trying), Russian Mafia, 1920's thugs and gangsters (idolized in virtually every movie or advertisement they are in) and the increasingly Violent street gangs (Grand Theft Auto, all parts!).
Ask any random American individual about the above mentioned terrorist organizations and more likely then not, you will get an answer that revolves around the words AWESOME, COOL, AMAZING and even INSPIRING unless ofcourse, the question is regarding Terrorism (what we define it as nowadays atleast) and the answer would be filled with hate (along with a frownie face), along with other generic words (but is not limited to) like freedom, nuclear, eye-ran, a-rab, middleastern, etc.
In essence it is in fashion for us to denounce terrorism (and rightfully so) but only a certain kind of it. Ethnic mobs, Black racists, drug traffickers, and illiterate celebrities are great in the sheeples' minds. Sure al-qaeda killed, what, 3 thousand people on the 11th of September, but what about these other terrorist organizations that are considered noble now. They too are involved in constant destruction of our society, and probably 100 times worse then al-qaeda. These organizations and people are contributing to constant drug trafficking, rapes, murder, theft, robbery, arson, and in turn the moral fabric of society is deteriorating because of them. Sure 3 thousand people were lost in one strike that day, but atleast 5 times that die EVERYDAY due to mob violence, gang activity and the likes.
Why is religious terrorism the only evil thing while other types of larger (yes, believe it or not) evil existence is cherished, loved, and gloated about? Why not hate that too? Atleast have some consistency.
testing. attention please. heres my ten cents, cuz my two cents are free.
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