And They Said. . . . Thou Shall Be The Wretched of The World

. . . what do i do to say what i gotta say? smoke joints your holiness, if i may . . .

. . . Life is just a coupla lessons that i've learnt, could do nothin' but light both ends, like i have burned . . .

. . . been a very good boy in ma parent's eyes, there just isnt a single sin that i deny . . .

. . . not good at ma rhymes, fuck! still like a wannabe i try n try . .

. . . but 'cifer knows, how dark it goes, when your high, your hungry and you're out in da cold. people see you wid terror fuckin' cloudin' der eyes, they call me overdose man!
thats ma name, and you see they can see da devil right there lookin'through those hollow eyes,

. . . don't mistake me! i said am not the devil, i'm just someone who is everything he personifies . . .

. . . so to save ma soul, love's da only way i know, got this angel who could drag me in through that door,

sometimes though, when reality hits the soar, i'm afraid i would have to let her go . . .

fallin' to my grave, with no one to save, sayin they all 'fraid that i couldnt even stand . . .

. . . so in the end all i need is a tree and just ask 'em to bury me. with some weed in ma pocket and a magic dragon in ma hand . . .

Rhythmin' The Blues!!!!

Tried My Hand at writing rhymes a long time ago . . .here's a jist of it . . .


let me tell you a story bout a li'l boy
life was simple he didn't have to make a choice
then he grew up, life wasn't straight in thoe times
his twisted mind kept conjurin' up stupid rhymes
gonna be a rapper that's what he told himself
cuz he believed they knew the hate he couldn't express
you see had he didn't have much of a self image
fuck, his thoughts were flowin twice his age
then he grew a little bit more,
only one thing he was lookin for
a little bit of love,and he found it,
only to have his society confound it
guess that's life and he consoled himself
weed brought in him his new fond self

felt like he must've seen it all
hell he was hardly eighteen through it all
broke his heart three times around
can't see TV or hear love songs
cause it hurts so much no matter how long gone
tries to make stupid songs bout how he feels
sings them to himself too scared to sing out dunno how the world wil deal
with it cause he's scared that they may laugh
say that it's only life's early half
don't care and that it'll pass
then why does it hurt so fuckin' bad
twenty years old feels like he's goin mad
ashamed of the rhymes he feels on his notepad

fuck it i canget through it all
but it always comes back to me why can't someone be with me throug it all
might never turn this rhyme into a song, don't got the talent at the strings
but got the beat in the heart when shinoda sings

now he has a woman who he simply adores
sometimes he feels he loves her by force
she's jealous of his best friend cause she's a girl
but that girl is off seein the world
what a twisted life he has it's drivin him mad
thinks all the time bout the childhood that he had
how he was whipped and conditioned
beaten into submission
guess that's what drove him to get recognition

.... now it's beem six months since he's writtten anything
the girl he adored, is the girl he would give anything
for, he's fallen in love hard,and fast
wants to be with this girl till the last..
wants to grow old with her


>>>>>> to Be Continued. . . . . .

Mi Amor????????? My Love . . My Destruction?

Love . . touchy subject isn't it? I have always been a romantic, dreaming about a fair maiden who would fall absolutely head over heels for me . . .and then we would live in a state of eternal bliss, forever . . didn't i just repeat my self. Anyway, what is love exactly? In my very limited years on this big blue ball i have come to understand three things, Love is a chemical imbalance in the noggin', nobody knows how it develops and how it is to be retarded, guess that's why they associate it with the divine. It is human tendency to always blame it on a higher power, whether its good or bad,decent or obscene, we seem to thrive on this thought 'BLAME'

Which is the second thing I've understood, love is nothing but the intention or rather the want to procure a target for all our blaming activities, blame for wealth, power, time, support, we tend to equate our partners as responsible for all our shortcomings, and why is that? because we believe that all we have done or doing is for our partners, let me remind you, that we do not run in a pack, or a pride or a flock or even a heard. We 'run' in 'Families' the eternal dysfunctional unit. Using the thought i previously talked about, Blame it on God!. Each individual born on this earth is unique, a different animal all together, bind him in a group and u have a very weird bunch.

Imagine a Lion, Goat, Horse and a Dinosaur having to co-habitate! The result would be a bag of bones in a few decades (Duh! The Dino has to die!). Its the same with us humans, except that most of us aren't cannibals. So we adjust, accommodate and please all in the name of Love, which would have worn of anyway?

Yes, Yes ...... we do have cases of the eternal bliss existing, but let me tell you if you go and ask any one member buried desires, you might get a list larger than Milton could think of. Is he content? Yes, is he happy? definitely? but my fellow sapiens had this person decided to give up all for his own reasons or were they related to a person he "Loved"?

Let us introspect and decide whether we really love our near and dear ones or is it just a vicious circle of dependency, emotionally, physically and materially . .

P.S. My first attempt at blogging, ?Hell! at writing.... comments are welcome, be as brutal as possible, i don't believe in love anymore . and i definitely wont blame anyone for my absolute suckiness if any does exist.