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[We.the.Rain]

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

Leaving mother cloud
as if allowed
starting my trip
a rain drop on my own
in a storm of rain drops, alone

reluctant at first
driven by thirst
a trip to knowledge
scared but heroic
an angel devoid

carving through air
securing my share
of time and experience
safeguarded from
but now i’m free with the storm

sisters and brothers
running from our fathers
escaping the grip of control
leaving dead roots far behind
escaping a life defined and aligned

travelling through time
stepping over the line
making this one decision
just for myself
living life as the utmost wealth

mountains and seas
trees and leaves
things of utter beauty
first time witnessing on my own
in the spark of a moment feeling outgrown

racing through nature
feeling her nurture
a trip so marvellous
worthy of its cost
as we all rain drops hit against rocks

Mother Nature we came,
in glory to proclaim,
your excellence and beauty!

Evaporate us,
disintegrate us,
as vapour send us again,
back to the clouds,
our protector shrouds,
to our fathers and mothers,
myself and my brothers,
to join again with our roots,
where life source commutes,
and calumny refutes.
Mother nature you made us
here we all return
water we once were,
into water we’ll turn.

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[Self.Respect-Self.Esteem]

Friday, August 9th, 2002

If you take away respect
And retract appreciation
If there is no understanding
If you lack your self esteem
If you’re mean towards all others
Feeling you need none of them
Are you really a human being
Then?

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[Tomorrow]

Monday, January 28th, 2002

I meant to be part, of this so called society,
but I found for myself that it lacked the humanity.

I meant to enjoy love, when I came to this world
but I found the welcome, reluctant and cold.

I meant to find someone, but everyone was hollow
I shall give it a try once more tomorrow…

I meant not to be cut-off and discarded,
but always ended up being broken hearted.

I meant to have friends to share our time
but as I offered my friendship no-one asked for mine.

I meant to have heart when it came to great deeds
but I realized I always were a slave to my needs.

I meant not to be alone in this life and to have someone whose steps I could follow.
Perhaps I should rest and try once again to make it all better tomorrow…

I meant to make my parents as proud as for them I am indeed
but I found for myself that pride does never match at all with my greed.

I meant not to be alone in my pain and have to endure it by myself
but I found for myself that friendships don’t match, with egos, lust and wealth.

I meant to have someone to share all this sorrow,
But hey…

There is always Tomorrow…

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[My.Cosmos]

Friday, January 25th, 2002

Walking and talking, listening to others, acting, reacting, as taught by our fathers,
looking, examining, eating and drinking, in a world of apathy, indifferently sinking.
Living my life as expected by others, on this planet of liars religious brothers.

Have you ever noticed the disgust in their soul?
Brainwashed, persuaded and sold they are all.
Flattened by laws and virtues manmade
honestly really who is there to blame?

The ignorant lots that talk and listen, hiding their faces and acting so decent.
Afraid they might really show their face, they hide behind a God of Grace.
Isn’t it nice to be able to judge? In the name of God to advise?
Isn’t it nice to pretend you’re so holy and have others obeying your vice?

I wondered for years what really it is, that divides the people in half,
and how come, they were always the good ones, leaving me in flames of wrath.
I wondered for years why was I evil and always was judged as such
but thankfully lord I have managed to gather and learnt for myself that much.

I really live into my own Cosmos with virtues and laws still pure
I abandon your lies and tales of holiness, and with God’s help I will endure.
I have built my own Cosmos and live in there since,
I abandon your world of arrogant ignorance and leave you to burn for your sins.

Do you really believe that I need you for Sheppard,
that I need you to preach for my saviour?
I think I can arrange my relationship with God,
you just mind your own behaviour…

All you holy people that feed on the poor, the ones that believe you for good.
All you liars, deceiving the innocent, your God really is not as He should.

For He should pay you back for the lies,
that you’ve preached on the masses for years,
for that treasures you’ve made and the fortunes you’ve got,
feeding upon the adolescents’ fears.

You’ve made up your God to serve your intentions and a lord of extermination,
so that people would follow your calls and commands, out of fear of annihilation…
If your God is of Love, what happened to Lucifer,
and why was he expelled?
Out of the garden of eternal beauty, and down into flames
was burnt.

If your God is of Love with the power to forgive,
what use was Noah to Him?
Why did He have to destroy all nature
with a rage and wrath
unseen?

Your religion is a tale, not a good one indeed,
it just serves your purpose to believe.
It has so many holes, like a Hollywood script
since the story of Adam and Eve.

I’ve built my own Cosmos,  so pure and so clean
so balanced like nature Herself,
with God and with Jesus, with Lucifer also,
all loving and caring in depth.
I live in my own Cosmos of purity and light,
with none of all forces in fight.
In perfect balance I live in a Cosmos
as pure as God planned it to be
with forces of evil and forces of good
all looking out for me.
Protecting, avenging and keeping me safe
I live in a Cosmos alone,
a Cosmos I built, I created alone,
a Cosmos to live on my own.

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[Human.Pestilence]

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2002

I hate my species, our sins and our faults.
I hate your synchronous mechanized Gods.
Your virtues, your ideas, your truths and beliefs,
your pain transformed into relief.

This world is a battlefield and nothing more,
Of sinister people that yearn for control.
Although I was pure when I began,
this trip in life that now really hurts.

My heart departs.

What is our role on this planet of death,
this planet of sadness,
Of misery, tragedy,
of pain and absence,
Of good intentions,
of Truth,
Of trust and of love,
Of friendship, respect
And law enforcement from above.
What good is a God,
That forgives and forgets,
Who never acts never helps,
Never listens nor sheds,
Any tears for his creations that went so off track,
That even himself wishes them to never come back.

Don’t know if we’re damned
but for sure we ‘re not blessed…
If this is the best that your Gods can produce,
I sure as hell, am not impressed.

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