Saturday, August 28, 2010

boulder-ed

when the world comes rushing and am outta breath. the cough creeping behind my throat.
the surreal nature of everything else and de beauty in de peace.
de silence in a fish market. de infinite of de chaos loop.
where words dont form coz they are swallowed up.
the moment is past and wat remains a fool.
gawking looks of fantastical propotions. the itch beyond my arms reach.
tumbling down de memory lane. in search of fancy tales of seen and done.
lost is one who doesnt look, nube de one new to de game.
like every past, or most, i c de suckle of de pacifier soothing u down.

den de me de mind de bitch.
on its own a realm of nowhere.
fighting on a battle unknown.
silent potrayals but chaos born.
de throne above wer the soul seats.
de lazy bastard watchin it all.
sleeping through my day
and spooking my dreams.

de goblin with his wicked potions.
taking us on a road trip. we ride we ride we ride.
we ride on to de green haze.
wer father sits and ideas are born.
wer gods are born and divine is urs.

but de dying cells die alone.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Re-Start

"I'll tell you. I'll tell you what we'll do of all those hundred million nuclear warheads and a couple trillion more wild ammunition we have."

Science from the very beginning has been a two faced coin. It gave us the X-ray machine, the nuclear bomb. It gave us planes and missiles. Houses and barracks. Life and death.

Without the sacrifice we could never have reached so far. The Good the Bad the Twins. So now we have the grey between the white and the black.

This ever growing store room of pure destructive power, the cracked walls strain now. The hands are itchy. The frustration is high. Restraint, society's gift. The act of restraint has bent us all on the floor.

We have to be rid of this weight. Lets get something out of this chaotic system. Lets bend a few rules and release some of this restlessness we have. Lets destroy something. But the society? How can the morality of society commit such an act? the morality of humanity?

And yet the itchy hand..

On a different note, what a dump we have made of this green home of ours. It probably looks black now. Waste, we have too much of it. Useless crap that no matter how much we convince ourselves, cannot be recycled completely. Let the stench out.
Why not? Lets just pack the whole thing in one huge pile and rocket it into empty space. You know, like a meteor of trash. Funny it will be. Funny it is, coz we sure seem to have enough trash to make a meteor of.

Oh! I hear you my purist friends. Trashing space is no joke. We shouldn't abuse the empty storage space given to us by God Almighty.

Alright then! Lets take the warheads, the nuclear ones, lets blow up the trash meteor. Lets blow it up to empty space. We can have our fun. We could even name the planet Pakistan or something. And the jobless population gets something to do. - The destruction is done. A new start. A cleaner safer greener home.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

in de garden of eden..

god made us. we lived. adam and eve den deir children. a happy life. de children of god in his lil park.. de wild jump over de brushes and the skyscrapers. de water tumbles over, de sun was nice n gud. de dead had moved on de alive were kickin ..

angels r born, from de dead revived. god was born. he knew us but we didn't. father hiding behind de trees. run and find him. catchers winners.

we roamed around in, a frenzy we did. the bastard child ran amock. mountains across seas behind. under de rock and beneath de pond. in deers and monkeys and deir trivial life. brothers they climbed over. and patted his shoulder. de branches were broken, rocks were thrown. deir search was only deir own.
dey saw him in books and in sticks and bones.

de genetic algorithm we humans are... every generation we move de search continues for the perfect gene.. the perfect human being. its obvious, none of us are it. none. de search goes on. de god gene. de one who frees us. de one who turns off the power of de genetic algorithm.

de day had been as any other. de children were playing. the garden was serene. the pebbles plenty. the child picked a pebble. its color was red. unique. playfully he threw it. it bounced of the boulder and the straw caught the spark. fire was born. fathers thunder sons fire.

heat. de jumping orange. unique. red forgotten. burn. pain. flee. burn pain flee. burn pain flee. fire hot. fire burn. fire flee. the charred potatoes. wafting its waves. fire smell good. fire good. fire bad.
good bad. knowledge. forbidden.

moma choked. the smoke the smoke. the heat the burn the pain. the child'd pain. eden de potrait of moma shuddered. father loved mother. even more than his children. pain of hers he couldnt take. his child he couldnt slay. the bringer of pain. into the potrait he fell. de search went on. wen de forgiven son. de bringer of peace. the child de father is born.