Fragments

Prose doodle, February 7 2012 at 10:32am:

but sure my friend, we are at an end, towards acheving from the bends the uncharacteristic inconsequential motif regarding the uncurable disdain of our inability towards achieving what our minds cannot simply fathom as an excruciating task of rather bilateral diplomacy dealt with tach and inopportune misleading us into a blind end wherein the inconsequential apartheid leads the list of dire straits in their search for the devil in disguise that is a bottle of lies that are the epitomy of sardonism, while Nero plays his fiddle, and Odepheus - the harp of sorrow, basking in immortal gloom

Poetry doodle, 27 Dec 2011, 11:45pm


Oh Lord, guide me towards the Light,
Give me foresight, intuition, wit and Might
That I may rise and be able to Fight
Ignite the fire of Man and turn up the Night


Poetry doodle, Dec 26 2011:
Higher, Higher,
Through the recesses of the recess, a dark empty abattoir
Memories from the pyre
Heard resonating from the lyre
A charming tune of satire
desired, conspired, retire
Into the fire, Into the fire


Poetry doodle, 27 Dec 2011, 11:35pm:


Can you not hear the sounds, of my crying as I pray
Can you not see the sights of sightings, you left astray
Are you lost in your own world, broken, weakened, in disarray
The end has come my friend, feel Apocalypse's ray...


Poetry doodle, Dec 26 2011:


After a corroding silence, she breathes at last
Tears of joy fill my soul, remembering my tortured past
After a corroding silence, she breathed her last
And is now in the Garden of Paradise, her soul finally cast
To the realms of His Kingdom, at peace at last


Poetry doodle, October 30 2010


I am the shadow of my own ghost
how can I exist
I lie between scylla and charybdis
how can I subsist
I am a victim of self-corrosion
what can I resist
lifted to the valley of death
the record of my life, I embrace


Prose quotation, February 5 2010: "fortune favors the brave; only the brave have the tenacity, courage, and optimistic belief that they shall prevail - and if that ain't enough they've got destiny, fate and that bastard, luck, to cement their efforts"




Prose doodle, December 3 2011: violence is the key that held man together. Since the beginning of time, we have fought in the name of truth or freedom or God, a memory of aggression and euphoria yearning to be freed. A memory of fighting. We defend actions under the umbrella of the aforementioned inventions, when the act of fighting is ITSELF a true act. To master the way, find within yourself your Cyrisis, for knowing your own flesh is nearing towards the truth; for then AND ONLY THEN are we able to understand our own selves; for complete knowledge of the self is the door towards the Cyrisis, which is THE KEY to LIFE!"


Prose doodle, December 22 2011, ""No. You relive in a different universe, away in a realm of surrealism wherein the dark channels of our mind's perversions are fastidiously maintained in suppressed environments; where cues of survival prevent them from becoming a reality that would only bring about an apocalyptic surrogate that leads to the end of our world in a whisper; before resurrecting it in a form indescribable yet ethereal and gargantuan in its magnificent oblivion. Such is the power of these tools of mankind's indescribable need to free themselves of the bonds of a life living live living life lively without a chain of discontent surrounding the unnecessary that actually aids in improving the taste of good popcorn and biscuits, thus I leave for the movies and shall be found watching tin tin the movie a second time"


Prose doodle, November 1 2011: ""truly my friend has overwhelmed us with his unbelievable implications bordering towards an unbelievable fathomation (if such a word exists) which reminds of the inexcusable anxiety that craves for attention (if such an experience exists) in the midst of a storm that hearkens its dark head (if such a phenomenon exists) when there is a need for linguistic articulation (if something exists)."


prose doodle, September 22 2011: "if that is the case then I am a misunderstood law abiding citizen forced by circumstances that concur my plight into substantiating my existence with an existentialism that I am unaware running through to consume my own discretionary depilitude towards an obnoxious unknown wherein shall lie the sign of my inevitable fate (which is a neighbor of purgatory but who cares I SHALL BE ABLE TO FIND MY FATE) which heretofore I presumed was a by-product of my numerous vouchsafed periods of ennui kept domesticated by spontaneous serendipity"


Prose doodle, July 8 2011: "so you thought you thought a thought but the thought you thought was your thought turned out to be another thought which was not related to the thought you thought thus you thought well this thought and that thought are not the same thought that I had thought they were thus the thought that you had thought you thought turned out to be a completely new thought which you thought I never thought of that where did that come from? hence the thought that you thought wasn't the thought that you thought you thought You thought. Dear Lord, I thought this up."


Prose doodle, May 8 2011: "Then again, the fear of blood could instill a sense of soberness which implies a being of religious origins, who finds that the cure to flesh is to fear killing because both are the same - the former is a spiritual and metaphysical death, the latter a brutally physical one."


Prose doodle February 3 2011: "tolerance is the quality most imminent in the codex morum of both the Ecclesia and the Turcarum - pity, that the populace of both are populated by hypocrites, their gregarious abhorrence equally matched by their cunning acceptance of this noble institution"


January 21 2011 Doodle: "sometimes we must give in to the madness within/ lest our sanity overwhelms our senses/ and let loose the horror"


Prose quotation, April 22 2010: "14 May 2010, as the republic of man sleeps, the empire awakens, and with it its indestructable killing machines, weapons of mass destruction, and emisseries of chaos are unleashed to maim, hunt, and kill all living senteince of humanity that dares to challenge them. Ladies and Gentlemen... KILLZONE... has been unleased!!!"

Prose session, somewhere around 2009:

Shehroze
why? don't you wanna gloat about it? "I've got a disciple, hail me hail me".
Faez
no, no i don't . i hate hanger-ons, i just want adulation from afar and gifts of food