I love the concept of flowers on Valentine's Day and long walks in the rain but I think I am way too cynical for it. I love the thought of love being able to make you want to live forever but I would never be able to believe it. And I love the idea of loving someone enough to put them before yourself.
Sometimes I think that the only way to make sure you are safe from the malice of life is to harden yourself; to become cynical and to not believe. That if we don't hope in things that we cannot change then we will not be disappointed by the incompetence of the human race to fulfill promises. Because self interest is human nature and when do we ever think of anyone but ourselves. Men are selfish creatures. So why should I have hope in a race that is selfish and callous.
But then sometimes I think what is there if we don't have hope.
And really, what is this life without a belief in something that drives us; a hope in something that will make us smile.
Is it so bad to want something impossible? It is foolish to have faith?
I mean after all, it is the little things that add depth to our days.
We feed our romantic dreams and we after some time start to believe in things that in this life will not happen. We put our faith in God believing he will give us salvation without knowing of his existence. We do it everyday, believe in things that are not tangible. And everyday we get hurt. By our hopes. Ultimately, by ourselves.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Hawk's Eyes
We sit there with hawk's eyes;
watching, judging and insulting.
The insidiousness of our behavior is ignored
for it is not out of the ordinary.
People lie, people fight and people talk.
Our trenchant words hurt; not the stones
Those words,
how humiliating and derogatory
They crucify.
those spiteful words
how much they wound.
Those eyes of yours,
burn, shut them, stop
Can they not rest anymore?
Go! Go!
Your lies, they stalk.
This rapacity for fame
Is it worth it?
The idea of infamy arouses your malice
The perverseness of scandal delights our minds
Our cruel corrupted minds.
Who has placed you on a pedestal
to lead and to condemn.
Not I.
The prejudice your decisions invoke sickens
But yet, the animals follow
and the animals believe and the animals preach
The insanity!
Your small minds do not think
the hubris of your world does not allow you thought
Open your eyes,
The vastness of your words does not commensurate your inane thoughts
Think you fools
Think before you slaughter with your words.
watching, judging and insulting.
The insidiousness of our behavior is ignored
for it is not out of the ordinary.
People lie, people fight and people talk.
Our trenchant words hurt; not the stones
Those words,
how humiliating and derogatory
They crucify.
those spiteful words
how much they wound.
Those eyes of yours,
burn, shut them, stop
Can they not rest anymore?
Go! Go!
Your lies, they stalk.
This rapacity for fame
Is it worth it?
The idea of infamy arouses your malice
The perverseness of scandal delights our minds
Our cruel corrupted minds.
Who has placed you on a pedestal
to lead and to condemn.
Not I.
The prejudice your decisions invoke sickens
But yet, the animals follow
and the animals believe and the animals preach
The insanity!
Your small minds do not think
the hubris of your world does not allow you thought
Open your eyes,
The vastness of your words does not commensurate your inane thoughts
Think you fools
Think before you slaughter with your words.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Wars and Death
"When 1 man dies it is a tragedy, when 1 million men die, it is a statistic".
Stalin said this and I can't help but realize how eerily true this statement is. I flip through my history textbooks and read about... I don't some war where 300 people were killed and I think, "That's not that bad, 20 million Russians were killed during WW2. Then we come to the Jews and the Nazi's where 6 million were tortured and murdered, and I think "Well I mean, worse things have happened. Look at the Korean war where 10 million men, women and children were slaughtered".
The shocking amount of people that have died have become mere statistics and I forget to think that those 10 million men were men. They had families and they had homes and they had lives. The grief we feel when one person in our family dies is inconsolable; imagine 10 million families and their grief. Of course, assuming that the families hadn't already died. Imagine the number of generations that ended during those 3 years. Sons that would never have sons, family names dying out and heritage ending.
20 million Russians
6 million Jews
2 million Cambodians
Million
The numbers have gotten so big that I cannot grasp the concept of a million anymore. The illusory concept of 20 million Russians dying is foreign to me. I cannot imagine that amount of people dying. But of course, it happened. History says so.
Stalin said this and I can't help but realize how eerily true this statement is. I flip through my history textbooks and read about... I don't some war where 300 people were killed and I think, "That's not that bad, 20 million Russians were killed during WW2. Then we come to the Jews and the Nazi's where 6 million were tortured and murdered, and I think "Well I mean, worse things have happened. Look at the Korean war where 10 million men, women and children were slaughtered".
The shocking amount of people that have died have become mere statistics and I forget to think that those 10 million men were men. They had families and they had homes and they had lives. The grief we feel when one person in our family dies is inconsolable; imagine 10 million families and their grief. Of course, assuming that the families hadn't already died. Imagine the number of generations that ended during those 3 years. Sons that would never have sons, family names dying out and heritage ending.
20 million Russians
6 million Jews
2 million Cambodians
Million
The numbers have gotten so big that I cannot grasp the concept of a million anymore. The illusory concept of 20 million Russians dying is foreign to me. I cannot imagine that amount of people dying. But of course, it happened. History says so.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Men Have Rights Too
I am completely and utterly convinced that men are used and discriminated against just as much as women are. This is proof of how much more the female sex can whine and make things go colossal. Here are us females going on about how hot as models are used over and over as sex symbols in television advertisements while the same thing happens to men but do they complain? The answer is NO. Screw feminism, what about maninism? Think about all the times you females have used and abused the lack of brains.... ok ok fine, lack of awareness in the opposite sex. Remember sitting at the beach staring at that gorgeous lifeguard wearing nothing but bathers and justifying it by saying 'He loves it'.
And then of course reminds me of the type of female that I despise and feel embarrassed for the most; the kind that flaunts it but pretends to hate the attention. As I have said before on my invaded blog, you know you are going to get looked at and you love it. You know it, we know it, the boys know it.
Men can't even cry without people staring at them with condescending looks that scream 'BE A MAN YOU WIMP'. They can't care about what they look like or else be labeled gay and ironically enough we all want good looking boys. They can't even say 'Yea, he's a good looking SOB' without being laughed and taunted at for days.
I mean take for example the Kit Kat ad for Sexy Curves or Tempting Curves or whatever the hell its called. It has the word curve in it and NO you guess wrong, it is not referring to breasts or behinds, curves mean the gorgeous mounds of muscle you see on mens arms. And there's a whole range of advertisements on tv where you see almost sinfully buff men in nothing but tight jeans gardening. HAH, gardening.
And it all comes down to this, Sex Sells. Be it to appeal to the women or to the men. Sex sells. It is a fact of life. And come on, admit it, you like watching hot non-human beings prance around in your face just as much as I like coffee because we all like beautiful people. The beautiful and the damned.
And then of course reminds me of the type of female that I despise and feel embarrassed for the most; the kind that flaunts it but pretends to hate the attention. As I have said before on my invaded blog, you know you are going to get looked at and you love it. You know it, we know it, the boys know it.
Men can't even cry without people staring at them with condescending looks that scream 'BE A MAN YOU WIMP'. They can't care about what they look like or else be labeled gay and ironically enough we all want good looking boys. They can't even say 'Yea, he's a good looking SOB' without being laughed and taunted at for days.
I mean take for example the Kit Kat ad for Sexy Curves or Tempting Curves or whatever the hell its called. It has the word curve in it and NO you guess wrong, it is not referring to breasts or behinds, curves mean the gorgeous mounds of muscle you see on mens arms. And there's a whole range of advertisements on tv where you see almost sinfully buff men in nothing but tight jeans gardening. HAH, gardening.
And it all comes down to this, Sex Sells. Be it to appeal to the women or to the men. Sex sells. It is a fact of life. And come on, admit it, you like watching hot non-human beings prance around in your face just as much as I like coffee because we all like beautiful people. The beautiful and the damned.
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