Kasab

...A pawn in their game

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

...when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.

-Dylan

Shy Guy

do your busyness mister, said the whore,
offering to make him - a man whole.

Explains it all...

"Madness is rare in individuals—but in groups, parties, nations, and ages it is the rule."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Vanity Inanity

Beautiful, you don't look like you think of,
the time when all the admirers,
all the admirers, honey,
are gone.

High class and useless

'It's obvious, that you're high-class and useless.'

- Josefina Bórquez an impoverished mexican woman to Elena Poniatowska, writer, on noticing Elena's utter inability to take Josefina's hens for a walk.

The Trip

I, am high.

scotch fever rising,
the temperature, falling,
world, imbalanced,
the neon streets, whirring,
eyes bedazzled,
and pierced through the forehead
with a tribal arrow, I,
am high.

Afloat, a helium balloon,
music inside I, I inside the music,
swirling in images of
loves bygone, and those yearned,
off of lips, tits, hips, napes, hair, eyes,
bejeweled ears and mascaraed lashes,
singing along with those soft sultry voices
ringing in my brain, I,
am high.

Of wins - losses,
regrets - rewards,
pleasures - pains,
hellos - goodbyes, I,
concoct the cocktail and,
Off of my accidental life, I,
get high.

Without love, I am nothing

Though I speak with the tongues of angels,
if have not love, my worlds would resound with but a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries,
and though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains,
if I have not love I am nothing.

Love is patient, full of goodness,
love tolerates all things, aspires to all things,
love, never dies.
While the prophecies shall be done away,
tongues shall be silenced,
and knowledge shall fade,
thus then shall linger
only faith, hope and love.

But the greatest of these,
is love.

- From the Corinthians 13:1-3

(Perhaps a better translation exists of the Greek verse that I am yet unaware of)

Rouge Zealot

All those that love the coleur Rouge,
Ought behead ones wearing bleu.

One who does not rue,
that the Only One,
is tainted, mocked, belittled,
by the mere existence of the bleu,
can not call oneself,
faithful of the Rouge.

Hark! ye ignorant fool
if you wouldn't learn,
neither be taught of,
the heebie jeebies you ought get,
at the sight of,
that despicable other one,
the kafir bleu, then do drown yourself,
else it is then for us true ones,
to send your craven soul,
to damnation eternal.


Awaken! to the call of the lord,
pick up your sword,
cut open the bleu'ers,
spill out their innards,
let show the world,
their liver and spleen,
are but, of the One and the only
coleur of Rouge.

A game you might like to play is substitute the colors for names of countries, religions or football clubs. And work out how many of those make sense to you.

Atheism

I once wanted to become an atheist. I gave up the idea.

They have no holidays.

- Henny Youngman

Misery

In one's own misery, the knowledge that there exists beauty and goodness in the world, is far less a comfort than that there are others with greater miseries.

A friend asked if this was funny or ironic. Well, is there a difference?

Sir Edmund Percival Hillary (July 20, 1919 – January 11, 2008)

How much temerity, to fling your raft in a wild, untamed, unconquered Ganges, and come out naming those rapids to your taste; To say of the Everest - "we finally knocked the bastard off". There are men, and then there are men. Thanks for everything.

Rest in peace...

atleast now, please.