Poncho,
Within my understanding I can say I belong. I belong to that which I see but could it be possible that, that of me which cannot be seen is more of where I truely belong? I speak of nothing more than existing, not at a specific time or place nor do I mean during a certain timeframe or location. To exist is nothing more than being. A being is considered alive. To be alive is a quality of existing. Death is a state of existence that just catches our eye.
We as humans are drawn to that of destruction. Everyday we are confronted with stories of lifes that are silenced by relating stories of death. To die is to be recognized and to live is to be overlooked. If a person really wants their story or idea to be recognize than death must be incorporated.
I remember a time when death never occured to me. Childhood was a wonderful time, at least for the first decade, you know before the time you are forced to tolerated the workings of the seen world. Tampered out over the months.
-Evad
Friday, June 23, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
eine Kuh
Poncho:
In the mist of the unknown lies hope and dreams. Around a metallic pole is a suffering soul shackled, determined to escape. I see this person every day. Could it possible reside in all of us? Are you happy? Those eager to explain are only unwillingly hiding. Now and then, we blindly fall out of this prison, only to realize we are not breathing with our true life's entent. Slowly we roam back to our comfort zone.
Silence, listen to the thoughts within. Is this peace? A cow patiently chews mouthfuls of grass. Slowing swallowing, slowly regergitating, slowly chewing, slowly digesting, slowly existing. It is a the cow, utterly wanting to be pleased at an excruciating fast paste. Long life is never long enough, true happiness shall never be grasped. Always wanting can be our only destination. I love chew. I love to digest. I love to exist. Muy rapido, por favor. Ich bin eine schreckliche Kuh. Presto sarò consumato dalla gente.
Listen, my fingers have fallen off. My mind is nothing but mush. I yearn to have it all, I yearn to no longer exist. I am a being of the unwilling. Hold me up to the light, can you see through? I am empty. Destined to crumble into billions of pieces. Destined to deduce all that shouldn't.
-Evad
In the mist of the unknown lies hope and dreams. Around a metallic pole is a suffering soul shackled, determined to escape. I see this person every day. Could it possible reside in all of us? Are you happy? Those eager to explain are only unwillingly hiding. Now and then, we blindly fall out of this prison, only to realize we are not breathing with our true life's entent. Slowly we roam back to our comfort zone.
Silence, listen to the thoughts within. Is this peace? A cow patiently chews mouthfuls of grass. Slowing swallowing, slowly regergitating, slowly chewing, slowly digesting, slowly existing. It is a the cow, utterly wanting to be pleased at an excruciating fast paste. Long life is never long enough, true happiness shall never be grasped. Always wanting can be our only destination. I love chew. I love to digest. I love to exist. Muy rapido, por favor. Ich bin eine schreckliche Kuh. Presto sarò consumato dalla gente.
Listen, my fingers have fallen off. My mind is nothing but mush. I yearn to have it all, I yearn to no longer exist. I am a being of the unwilling. Hold me up to the light, can you see through? I am empty. Destined to crumble into billions of pieces. Destined to deduce all that shouldn't.
-Evad
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