I dont have anything particular to write about. But I felt like writing something, so here I am sitting and writing something.
Ive had this thought Ive tried to wrap my head around, but havent had much success. And Ive been wanting to write about it, but havent had much success in that either. So Ill just ramble on about randomly picked subjects sailing across the sea that my mind is.
At times you see a person having a walk with a dog or two. And when the dog stops to sniff something or starts barking at a mailbox or whatever, and then the person starts pulling the dog away and you can clearly see that the person is irritated and/or tired of the whole thing. Or you hear a child crying at the candy shelves in a store and the unfortunate parent who had the turn to go to the store loses his/hers patience and snaps at the child. Yells or says something cruel to the kid and then the crying starts. And you just go 'I wouldnt do that, why would you do that? Dont yell at kids, what are you, a sicko?" But then again, when youre sat in that position, after a hard day at work and youre sent off to the store with your kid who desperately wants what anyone wants, good stuff and none of the bad stuff, and when you finally run out of energy to be nice and all, you just want the kid to shut up and sit in the trolley and laugh at stupid things like toilet paper. You will snap at the kid. Maybe not today, maybe not next month. But at some point you will snap. And why does it feel that way to see a child being yelled at? You dont know, you dont have a kid, you havent worked 14 hours a day for 2 weeks, you havent changed diapers that smell like liquid death; you dont know shit. Thats what the parent thinks, thats what the dog owner thinks. And why wouldnt they think that way?
Moving on. Why is it that when we drive on the highway or anywhere if you think about it, we hate absolutely everyone? Someone drives faster than you and passes you, someone drives a more expensive car than you, someone drives slower than you and you have to slow down, someone drives a car that could fall apart any second, someone doesnt use the blinker. Why is it that we judge those people, we categorize those people as complete idiots scum of the earth? We dont know em, we dont know anything about them. But still theyre idiots? Well that makes complete sense doesnt it. If someone doesnt drive the exact way you do, theyre scum. Right.
Some people say its hard to get to know other people. But when you ask them why dont they get to know other people, they say 'people dont like me' or 'I dont know, I just dont like the people around me' or 'I dont know, I just dont'. Do you know how to get to know other people? You talk to them. And how do you talk to people? You walk up and greet them and start a conversation. Some say thats just bullshit, no one could do that, thats unacceptable, no one wants to talk to me. Well, if someone sat down next to you in a bus or at the railway station and just started chatting with you, would you think that they'd be 'unacceptable'? No, you'd probably get into that conversation and enjoy it. And after it you might feel good. What are the odds... Its just about stepping over the line. The line that you drew and hid behind.
Oh, and about the human mind. Have you ever noticed how some (read:most) movies has the orange & blue theme around them. Orange and blue apparently pleases the human eye. Most of the action game posters or whatever have that same thing going on aswell. Orange and blue. All of the Transformers movies and what not use it. When youre aware of it, you cant stop noticing it anywhere. Check out some Hollywood movies, its everywhere. Blue is cool and orange is enthusiastic. And they know it, and they use the crap out of it.
And why is it that we love the ones who ignore us, and ignore the ones who love us?
And why is it that wet hair is darker if water is colorless?
And why is it that it is and why?
sunnuntai 10. helmikuuta 2013
torstai 7. helmikuuta 2013
Miles Militis
Tried so hard, tried to mark
Live apart, desperate depart
Simple decision, a thrown dart
Try so hard, rapture of heart
All the black, is really dark
Clean cut and crystal shard
Dumb opinion, dim remark
Number of souls living apart
Echoes of feelings,
of waking dreams
Empty the meanings,
of dead deals
Russian roulette of broken hearts
Sent away to unfaithful land
Flying metal and dying screams
Seeds of anger - we all plant
Stories To Tell
Do you ever get the weird feeling when something ends? Like when youve been on a long journey and finally arrive at your house and stop the car. The radio stops its unending moaning, music stops, speaking fades away and all youre left with is complete silence. The journey ended. You left and you got back. You arrived and you returned. And you get a strange feeling of emptiness?
Whenever I park my car at my house, my car feels its done its job. But I feel like something ended, I feel empty. I had something, a journey, and then it ended. And now Im left with...what? Im back to square one, back to where I left. Like I never did anything. Like I never left. Like I escaped from reality and then came back to the cruel world that is and always will be.
And when youre driving back to your life you realize that your journey will end. You dont want your journey to end, you want it to continue. You liked the journey..you loved it. It was so much fun, it was an exciting experience, it was a thing you'll talk about when you grow old. It was a journey. And when youre getting closer to your normal routines, normal boring repeating days, you get the feeling. Feeling of "I felt alive." And you wonder why you dont feel alive all the time, every day of your life.
Its the thing, getting away, fleeing from reality. Doing something different. For me, its getting away from my house, meeting new people, making a total fool out of myself and telling fun stories about it years later. Doing something out of ordinary. Making a difference. You can never truly succeed at something by copying someone. You can only make a difference by living your own life, and dedicating yourself to something. Dedicating yourself to your journey.
We all walk along. We all see others and envy, copy and mimic others who we think are "better" than ourselves. Are they? Were a weird species; humans. We feel jealous, we dont appreciate our skills, we rarely feel happy about what we are or what weve done. But if you think about it, if we all feel that way theres always someone whos jealous about you and what youve done. Someones always jealous about your smile, your laughter, your muscles, your fashion sense or your eyebrows. But they never let you know. Because you never let them know you find their fingertips extremely attractive, do you? No, because that would be weird. That would be different, that would be unacceptable. Or would it?
And who cares after all? You got your journey, and you meet others who got their journeys. Some journeys cross for some period of time, and you feel whatever you tend to feel. And then feelings fade, and new crossings appear. But you shouldnt let insignificant things affect your journey in a negative way, thats just stupid. Its your journey, not anyone elses.
So whenever you sit down after a trip to Africa or wherever and feel emptiness, think about the stories. You had an experience. You had a new story to add into your diary. And your stories are probably more exciting than those of your friends. Because you left and arrived. And you got a story to tell.
You had a new twist to your journey.
Whenever I park my car at my house, my car feels its done its job. But I feel like something ended, I feel empty. I had something, a journey, and then it ended. And now Im left with...what? Im back to square one, back to where I left. Like I never did anything. Like I never left. Like I escaped from reality and then came back to the cruel world that is and always will be.
And when youre driving back to your life you realize that your journey will end. You dont want your journey to end, you want it to continue. You liked the journey..you loved it. It was so much fun, it was an exciting experience, it was a thing you'll talk about when you grow old. It was a journey. And when youre getting closer to your normal routines, normal boring repeating days, you get the feeling. Feeling of "I felt alive." And you wonder why you dont feel alive all the time, every day of your life.
Its the thing, getting away, fleeing from reality. Doing something different. For me, its getting away from my house, meeting new people, making a total fool out of myself and telling fun stories about it years later. Doing something out of ordinary. Making a difference. You can never truly succeed at something by copying someone. You can only make a difference by living your own life, and dedicating yourself to something. Dedicating yourself to your journey.
We all walk along. We all see others and envy, copy and mimic others who we think are "better" than ourselves. Are they? Were a weird species; humans. We feel jealous, we dont appreciate our skills, we rarely feel happy about what we are or what weve done. But if you think about it, if we all feel that way theres always someone whos jealous about you and what youve done. Someones always jealous about your smile, your laughter, your muscles, your fashion sense or your eyebrows. But they never let you know. Because you never let them know you find their fingertips extremely attractive, do you? No, because that would be weird. That would be different, that would be unacceptable. Or would it?
And who cares after all? You got your journey, and you meet others who got their journeys. Some journeys cross for some period of time, and you feel whatever you tend to feel. And then feelings fade, and new crossings appear. But you shouldnt let insignificant things affect your journey in a negative way, thats just stupid. Its your journey, not anyone elses.
So whenever you sit down after a trip to Africa or wherever and feel emptiness, think about the stories. You had an experience. You had a new story to add into your diary. And your stories are probably more exciting than those of your friends. Because you left and arrived. And you got a story to tell.
You had a new twist to your journey.
maanantai 4. helmikuuta 2013
Insignificance
After all these years Im still growing taller
Signs trying to prepare me for the danger
Or maybe its just the world getting smaller
Nothing you throw at me can hurt me now
I can feel it coming out once again
Like a feeling that finally begins
To influence the deep down waters
I can withstand anything right now
Step one
We wont stop
Step two
My circle of hope
Wont linger
Give back your piece of rope
Growing, slowing down
Meaning, dealing down
Needing, feeling down
Outsides inside, for now
You can sell your detailed drawings
Wont matter to anyone after all
No excuse, no passion or lust
Just doors behind you that shut
Can you feel it coming out once again?
Like a feeling that finally blossoms
To influence the deep down waters
I can withstand anything right now
I can resist you, your insignificance
Step one
We wont stop
Step two
My circle of hope
Wont linger
Give back your piece of rope
Growing, slowing down
Meaning, dealing down
Needing, feeling down
Outsides inside, for now
Step one
We wont stop
Step two
My circle of hope
Wont linger
Give back your piece of rope
perjantai 25. tammikuuta 2013
Three things
Suppose were given three things in life. Were given things to do things with. Three simple things, though they still manage to be quite complicated at the same time. By who, is not in question. Whats in question is things.
Were given body, mind, and a certain period of time. When were born, we receive those things. Its a line of some sort. Theres a beginning and then theres an ending.
Were given a body. Couple of hands, couple of feet and bunch of toes. Were all given that. Animals are given a different kind of body, but a body still. You can use it in different ways, for good and for bad. And what we do with it is our own choosing. You may force someone to do something with their bodies, but were we given a body to do that? Were we given something to make something else feel miserable?
You can use your body for many things. You can use it to be tender. You can give a hug, you can give a kiss. You can receive a hug. You can cry. You can fight and you can flee. You can get up when youre beaten down. You can help someone up, or you can push someone over the edge. Were all given relatively similar bodies as species.
And weve come a long journey as species, but still two bodes dont manage to pass each other in a narrow road without the silly ping pong of changing routes. One want to pass from the right, and the other wants to the opposite. And then the ping pong starts.
Secondly, were given a mind. Its been said the human mind is the greatest tool of our time. It can overcome any object, it can solve any problem, it can invent magnificent things and come up with great, world changing ideas. It is a great tool. You can do whatever you wish in your mind. You can do rocket science of your own kind, you can be a british spy, you can imagine eating the moon on your sandwich while you drop your changelings in a big porcelain cup with a hole in the bottom. Your mind can give you power to do whatever you want. You can do what you want, if you want to do it, and believe in it.
You use your body as your mind tells it to. Mind controls the body, but we dont always control the mind consciously. Who does then? Instinct? Natural need to act in some way which we cant help? Its a strange thing when sometimes you get the feeling of needing to do something, and you cant figure out why you need to do it in the first place. And then youre off doing it still completely oblivious of the reasons. You dont know why youre afraid of heights, you dont know why youre afraid of spiders. Why are you afraid of spiders? Have we as species been attacked by spiders so that some of us have developed a natural fear of them? Fear of danger and fear of dying? You can overcome fear, yes. But it doesnt explain why were you afraid of it in the first place. Some say "the only thing to fear is fear itself". But what does that mean anyway... You should be afraid of your fear of spiders?
Lastly, were given a period of time. Time, though, is an illusion and relative, but lets just suppose "time" is what we use the word "time" for. Were given a period of time to do things. Were born and then were dying, slow but steady.
We use our time to do things that, usually, make us happy. Or thats what were supposed to do anyway. Why would you use the precious time youve been given to do things that make you sad or unhappy? Why would you waste your time, why do insignificant things that wont matter to anyone, least to you? We could ask ourselves if money were no object, what would we do? Have we come this far as species just so you should waste your time? If you do work you dont like, live a life you dont like, buy things with the money you have just to distract you from the unhappiness that your life is, is that really what youre supposed to be doing?
Theres always an image of perfection. We came up with that image. Perfection in a society we built - for ourselves. If the image of having wealth and good looks, by some definition, and having a decent understanding of language and its usage is perfection, is that actually perfection worth reaching for? Is pleasing others the best way to use our time? Its your time, not theirs after all.
Three things to do things. I used my things to write this, because I wanted to. I felt like it. And it was glorious.
Now go do things with yours.
Were given body, mind, and a certain period of time. When were born, we receive those things. Its a line of some sort. Theres a beginning and then theres an ending.
Were given a body. Couple of hands, couple of feet and bunch of toes. Were all given that. Animals are given a different kind of body, but a body still. You can use it in different ways, for good and for bad. And what we do with it is our own choosing. You may force someone to do something with their bodies, but were we given a body to do that? Were we given something to make something else feel miserable?
You can use your body for many things. You can use it to be tender. You can give a hug, you can give a kiss. You can receive a hug. You can cry. You can fight and you can flee. You can get up when youre beaten down. You can help someone up, or you can push someone over the edge. Were all given relatively similar bodies as species.
And weve come a long journey as species, but still two bodes dont manage to pass each other in a narrow road without the silly ping pong of changing routes. One want to pass from the right, and the other wants to the opposite. And then the ping pong starts.
Secondly, were given a mind. Its been said the human mind is the greatest tool of our time. It can overcome any object, it can solve any problem, it can invent magnificent things and come up with great, world changing ideas. It is a great tool. You can do whatever you wish in your mind. You can do rocket science of your own kind, you can be a british spy, you can imagine eating the moon on your sandwich while you drop your changelings in a big porcelain cup with a hole in the bottom. Your mind can give you power to do whatever you want. You can do what you want, if you want to do it, and believe in it.
You use your body as your mind tells it to. Mind controls the body, but we dont always control the mind consciously. Who does then? Instinct? Natural need to act in some way which we cant help? Its a strange thing when sometimes you get the feeling of needing to do something, and you cant figure out why you need to do it in the first place. And then youre off doing it still completely oblivious of the reasons. You dont know why youre afraid of heights, you dont know why youre afraid of spiders. Why are you afraid of spiders? Have we as species been attacked by spiders so that some of us have developed a natural fear of them? Fear of danger and fear of dying? You can overcome fear, yes. But it doesnt explain why were you afraid of it in the first place. Some say "the only thing to fear is fear itself". But what does that mean anyway... You should be afraid of your fear of spiders?
Lastly, were given a period of time. Time, though, is an illusion and relative, but lets just suppose "time" is what we use the word "time" for. Were given a period of time to do things. Were born and then were dying, slow but steady.
We use our time to do things that, usually, make us happy. Or thats what were supposed to do anyway. Why would you use the precious time youve been given to do things that make you sad or unhappy? Why would you waste your time, why do insignificant things that wont matter to anyone, least to you? We could ask ourselves if money were no object, what would we do? Have we come this far as species just so you should waste your time? If you do work you dont like, live a life you dont like, buy things with the money you have just to distract you from the unhappiness that your life is, is that really what youre supposed to be doing?
Theres always an image of perfection. We came up with that image. Perfection in a society we built - for ourselves. If the image of having wealth and good looks, by some definition, and having a decent understanding of language and its usage is perfection, is that actually perfection worth reaching for? Is pleasing others the best way to use our time? Its your time, not theirs after all.
Three things to do things. I used my things to write this, because I wanted to. I felt like it. And it was glorious.
Now go do things with yours.
keskiviikko 9. tammikuuta 2013
Untitled
Try justify what we used to be
Try see what be used to see
But I am here, right beside you
Just like a cloud, vanish inside
Justice and doubt, dreams decline
I am sitting, right beside you
I am laying, right beside you
Try see what be used to see
But I am here, right beside you
Just like a cloud, vanish inside
Justice and doubt, dreams decline
I am sitting, right beside you
I am laying, right beside you
torstai 3. tammikuuta 2013
Second Degree Burns
During a free fall, walking up and down the road
Try to keep calm, try to keep your head afloat
Its the free fall, separation of soul and mind
Its the free fall, when words wipe the floor out
Its when you just feel emotionally blind
No starting over, waking up with no duvet
Being all alone, corner table of the cafe
Its the free fall, separation of heart and soul
Its the free fall, when words wipe the floor out
Its when the double bed swallows you whole
They lit the candle, they lit the fire
They broke the handle, they broke a wire
You took the turn for desire
You took the fire and held it up
They ignored it until it dropped
Its a second degree burn of the heart
Its the third tear up that wont depart
A degree of heartbreak dealing out
A degree of heartache choking out
During a free fall, getting up and going down
A port in the storm, friends arms to rely on
Its the free fall, separation of heart and soul
Its the free fall, when words wipe the floor out
Its when the double bed swallows you whole
They lit the candle, they lit the fire
They broke the handle, they broke a wire
You took the turn for desire
You took the fire and held it up
They ignored it until it dropped
Its a second degree burn of the heart
Its the third tear up that wont depart
A degree of heartbreak dealing out
A degree of heartache choking out
Its every man for himself
Its every lie for defense
Its every cry for help
Its trying to make amends
They lit the candle, they lit the fire
They broke the handle, they broke a wire
You took the turn for desire
You took the fire and held it up
They ignored it until it dropped
Its a second degree burn of the heart
Its the third tear up that wont depart
A degree of heartbreak dealing out
A degree of heartache choking out
Try to keep calm, try to keep your head afloat
Its the free fall, separation of soul and mind
Its the free fall, when words wipe the floor out
Its when you just feel emotionally blind
No starting over, waking up with no duvet
Being all alone, corner table of the cafe
Its the free fall, separation of heart and soul
Its the free fall, when words wipe the floor out
Its when the double bed swallows you whole
They lit the candle, they lit the fire
They broke the handle, they broke a wire
You took the turn for desire
You took the fire and held it up
They ignored it until it dropped
Its a second degree burn of the heart
Its the third tear up that wont depart
A degree of heartbreak dealing out
A degree of heartache choking out
During a free fall, getting up and going down
A port in the storm, friends arms to rely on
Its the free fall, separation of heart and soul
Its the free fall, when words wipe the floor out
Its when the double bed swallows you whole
They lit the candle, they lit the fire
They broke the handle, they broke a wire
You took the turn for desire
You took the fire and held it up
They ignored it until it dropped
Its a second degree burn of the heart
Its the third tear up that wont depart
A degree of heartbreak dealing out
A degree of heartache choking out
Its every man for himself
Its every lie for defense
Its every cry for help
Its trying to make amends
They lit the candle, they lit the fire
They broke the handle, they broke a wire
You took the turn for desire
You took the fire and held it up
They ignored it until it dropped
Its a second degree burn of the heart
Its the third tear up that wont depart
A degree of heartbreak dealing out
A degree of heartache choking out
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