Can't put a title on it.

Stationary.

Recreation

When God created the humans he did so with a very divine motive, for when the angels questioned as to why God created this ungrateful race that were bound to be the most tyrannical as well as destructive beings he replied that they were the most prized creation of all.

"...truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed..."

I look at people. And I don't have too much to say while having much to say. There are those I respect without falter and those I look at and now pity. I am not one to judge so consequently I choose to forget. People lack depth. It's true what the ancients said about one's eyes. They lack the social and mental graces. They present themselves in a loose manner, and they expect not to be treated that way or taken advantage of, and worse when they are they complain about it. Regardless of where you go there is a lack of well-rounded individuals. Where does it state that they must retain some social vice such as dishonesty or gossip? Why is it that you can not expect the minimum out of someone. There are those you can expect courtesy and class from but those are expected. I.e. The ugly man being an honest listener or the ugly woman being a fervently passionate leader. What do they possess instead of their physical qualities if not their characteristics? Virtue lies in having a trait that is uncommon. I.e. A supermodel staying a virgin or a wealthy man exhibiting humility. Why is it these manifestations of morality are so hard to come by?.....

It takes a certain amount of energy to be friends with someone. And in this society the chances of the individual you have taken an interest in being one of aforementioned makes it even less desirable to attempt to interact. I have come between simplistic and cynical towards a more realist view. If I can't have an unconditional bond of friendship towards someone, then there isn't much reason to be friends with someone at all.

Till I find that common ground I will continue trying to make something of myself.


"Not equal are the companions of the Fire and the companions of Paradise. The companions of Paradise – they are the attainers [of success]."(59:20)

Rebirth

I.
can think.
Therefore
I am.

I am.
Therefore
I am something.

I am something.
Therefore I have properties.

This has been a fruitful break. It feels like it began so long ago. I did different things with different people. Different experiences.

But the results are as follows:
1. Ceased Cigarettes
2. Picked up controlled drinking
3. Inevitably lost a lifelong friend
4. Restarted gym habits
5. Reading here and there
6. Recreating myself

And I will ramble upon the last one.
I was taught by my early friends to manipulate others, lie, gossip, and judge to attain desires.
Then I was broken and my fakeness was thrown out the door.
I was taught by my current friends to sympathize others, smile, help, and not to judge.
Then I realized I spent too much time caring what others said and now I'm trying to throw my vanity out the door.
I will draw the line.

Black and white will show.

Life.seems so much brighter.

Why?

Haha why?

Why and how?

When and now?

How did this all happen?

In The Moment

I sit in my room don't knowin what to do
Everybody else out in the night on cruise

I got shit to do, errands to take care of
No end in sight, there really someone above?

Friends on the high, cash on the low
Sadly, I spend my friends wherever I go

Lifes slippin, reality ablaze
It all became a blur a thick black haze

People around people say they care
Why the hell do I get same responses from everywher

It cant be them maybe its just me
Whatever is going on just let me be free

Ana mish fahim, mushkeela shu?
ma ba'raf on whats left to do.

Like Voltaire said "Lets cultivate our garden"
Yet my mind is still locked the keys with its warden

I got a new lady, she aint like the other chicks
Too common, recyclable as flick a bics Haaah

Time is a wastin boys on the chase n
girls aint doin nothin but gettin shitfaced and wasted

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

what has this life come to?
Questioning God and his desires et tu?

Nothing makes me happy nothing makes me grief
I wrote this poem rambling on but brief

Get me a psychiatrist get me a muse
Whoever it be I'm tired of this abuse.

Shackles of Freedom

Death.

What is it but a cessation of life?

So life is the period of time before death.

Birth.

What is birth but the beginning of life?

So life is the period of time after birth.

Life.

What is life but the time between death and birth.

We are tested in this time.

Tis a timed essay.

An essay you have your whole life to write.

HOW GRAND.

Some procrastinate till they feel they don't have time.

Others procrastinate and end up being graded before they even start the essay.

We've all heard this cliche before.

But what if there is no grading?

What if its an essay you write?

Bound only by your prompt?

Would you write it any different?

Would you wish you put more feeling into it?

Would you wish you took chances that you wouldn't take if you were bound by religion?

A hedonist perhaps?

Would you wish you could do whatever you want to whenever you want to?

Morality is independent of religion.

Things would be similar none the less.

Maybe... religion is something... a code or doctrine or moral theology that was carried on for

generations as to sort of moralize? civilize? people so they would follow certain rules or commandments?

Perhaps it is something created by man to perfect themselves for what can we do about ourselves without example no?

Life is strange, as reiterated by the ancients throughout centuries.

Maybe I do believe in God, maybe right now I don't. Maybe its not time or I haven't woken up, or maybe I have...?

Purification

Friday night.

12:29

Interesting set of events have occurred within the past two days.

Things worth writing about, very interesting, my mind is in a different state, a feeling I can't describe, transcends the descriptions of common day language.

Indescribable.

Fuck.