Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Lackadaisical Tyrant

"Of all the things, of all the things..." "Of all the things you contend with?" "For someone who tells me to mind their own business is apparently disgruntling me." "Oh well. I did nothing but foretell." "Of stories you told for a hundred fold." "Of stories you heard a hundred fold." "What would I do from a hindrance from appreciation." "It shouldn't be your problem at all. You told yourself that a lot of times." "Yeah, I know. What now?" "What now? You've asked yourself and answered it a lot of times yet you don't follow what you just answered." "Because of..." "Because of avarice and fear." "Because of "AVARICE" and fear." "I see."

As he saw the light go down at where scraps fly through air something was abound the night before this day came. Unnerving, unrelenting, and yet so unmindful it was the end, the end of a new beginning. Suspended without support aloft a vessel surrounded by unseen yet important, the light grew darker as it devoured the skies. Then he flew through dreams unreachable and dreams that tell him he's alive. Hours became minutes and minutes became seconds, his eyes has turned to the darkness that enveloped the skies. The cold breeze bracing him away from not caring. He said to himself "Why doesn't anybody just damn listen at all?" he fell through the rummages that he clung to the entire time. The rummages of fruitful generosity neatly packed for dissemination. "Damn you." He heard, he heard it out of the blue and realized a noise clinging to his ears. Startled he knew it was his head telling him that, although a voice from someone whom he was very familiar with. He fell back to his knees and deconstructed the rummage.

He got up and borrowed time from those that keep him home, those that sustain him, and those that love him. He went out back into the cold breeze and saw the darkness that devoured the skies again. He walked alone, a road too familiar closing his eyes will get to where he wants to go, that's what being there since birth has done to him. There he saw the gate that greeted him all the time, yet it was pushing him back from the destruction it my incur if he may enter. He saw someone and heard it again "Damn you!", he heard it a lot louder and he heard from the person he saw however he only heard it through his mind. At the impending climb of privacy yet the loss of security the conversation started. There hours became minutes again, it was all too fast. Exchanging compounds of words, however at a lower decibel, misunderstanding and reparation has begun. It ended with the best of three, and at to his dismay he lost. The night became darker as he left. Went home and on the bed it completely welcomed him. He thought how much a year, a few months, innumerable days, and countless of hours has changed what he doesn't want to change... HIMSELF. What was amazing when he changed is that everybody started to change due to him, but not according to how he wanted it to be. He closed his eyes suspended by the dreams that tell him he's alive.

By the gods how dare you! How dare you! He heard himself shouting at the top of his lungs, but no sound came out. He woke up distraught he reached out into the blinding light, he was forced. He was forced to exist, forced to relive the darkness that enshroud the empty recesses of his mind. He stopped and remembered how he was dismembered and mutilated by "the others". He looked at himself and asked "Where were you when I needed you the most?". He looked back at the exaggerated comfort he is seeing, a light consumed him, a light that told him he was out. Out of his misery, and onto another one, apparently it was his choice. A choice he half-heartedly agreed with, a choice he chose when he was more sure of the other. How did his dreams fair? He cannot fathom. A phenomena of reassembling decisions has forced himself again to the misery he wanted to avoid after all this time. How come I'd let forever end with you?

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Acquiescence and Ineptness

In the morning and at the end of the foreshadowing within the darkness of untrue sight, waking up expecting few fatalities. I breathe at the sight that no more I fall back into what I believe who I was before. That face that always forgot to smile, or maybe never even knew what smiling was at all. Trudging at the door for "transference number" of volatile acids in electrolysis that a salt bridge has been removed. No neutrality, just plain "negative transference number" and the ratio is just to overwhelming that the loss is to much to handle.

Was I this much of an "anion"? Too negative? Asked the simple man. "Transfer of positive energy doesn't seem to matter" the other said. The eagerness to devour such notion just released with no boundary among the morning light of entropy. Much like an adiabatic flame, every inch and heat burns through you to ensure your destruction. Should I back down again and start from the zeroth achievement? For whatever degree your work is they should be appreciated, they said that becoming what honesty came to be has degraded your true intentions. I can not seem to fathom the outcome of my remaining hours, just thinking about the existence of the "flux capacitor". I cannot seem to say this but it was not Laplace who transformed me but somebody else, it was not Heaviside function who turned me on and shut me down but somebody else, it was not Runge-Kutta's order to follow but somebody else, it was not Boyle's law that I have to behave and conform to but somebody else's, it was not MacLaurin's series of numbers and letters that kept me all day but rather of someone else's. When I think of van der Waal, knowing what he did was perfect yet was never enough and replaced with so many times and something better, damn he sure is not isochoric and truly expanding stressing enough work for what he has done.

They say those that can swallow their pride, those that can be humble, and those that can control their pride... DESERVE THE PRIDE THEY SWALLOW AND CONTROL! You have every right to wave it everywhere you want to, but do you think you deserve to do so?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Reparation and Coalescence

According to the Second Law of Thermodynamics that the universe will tend to be disordered.

The world holds mighty intellect, yet encompassed with the inevitability and capability of its own destruction. How eager was it of its founding grace? The audacity of the inhabitants to destroy what they were provided for. I reminisce at those days when breathing wasn't such an endeavor, however we chose to live more conveniently causing the inevitability of handicapping ourselves even more. Advances has gained the chances of our destruction. We have chosen this path and countering it doesn't seem to be a choice anymore. Sometimes I forgot how beautiful the world is, I focus on its destruction and its corruption... Well how can't I? That's what going on is it. The mighty intellects choosing a wrong decision but now choosing to avert it. Sometimes, I'm scared for the hope we may never have in this world.

This is not a ballad, a grudgingly show of self pity, ambient and indirect emotions, and not a show of avarice for lustrous anonymity. This is how the world is and how I feel about the impending carnage that we have set upon ourselves. Have we forgotten where we are? We keep saying how much we take care for the ones that take care of us. Yet every time, nature hear what you have to say and would she believe you. Seeing you throw the immolation of combustibles that bring the cancer to the lungs that we breathe. We have always thought that just because we are destroying nature, we are destroying the world. NO! We can never destroy it, nature will always find a way... And guess what? Through the destruction of human kind, the mighty intellect. Natural calamities from earthquakes, La Nina, El Nino, Hurricanes, drought, high sea levels, intoxicated air, non viable sources of food, every action that we take causes this. Just because we can't survive doesn't mean that nature can't it will always adapt for the best of all its inhabitants, and apparently we're not the best inhabitants to be thankful for what we are provided for. Fire-fighting that's what they call it... When we no the likelihood of hope doing what is suppose to be vanishes into thin air along with the pollution we have reaped with it.

But then again, but then again, but then again... I see, I see the beauty of the world from a far and how can you not say how majestic it is, and eventually realizing it pains me to know that we didn't take care of it as it took care of us. Have you not seen a planet as beautiful as the one we are now? So pristine, so serene, realizing how very different it is from most of the one in all the universe? How come?