1/11/2008 -

Amongst the bright lights,

a most modern of an asian society,

a mass of emanating fervent euphoria,

of comfortness spilled chilling through the night,

over vibrant dances and pints of lager,

and there stood humanity in a new frontier;

advancement in knowledge in wisdon you say?

of the epiphany of science as a new gateway?

heaven waited for you,

for the time to say goodbye,

to live your life in misery,

to willingly unlive your memories.

can you really wrought yourself in happiness,

exclude a select few,

our short envisoned forms of joy,

packets of bliss in fragments in time.

is it the true bliss god can bestow on you?

and the days continue to crawl by,

chained agony willing to be set free,

it seems life means nothing but temporary pacification,

ever depending on artifical estasy with no moral consideration.

a damning drug slowly poisoning from within.

did you really think,

your smile can last through any spell of time?

that your luck can ride you seamlessly through bracken disasters?

life is a cold hard reality,

like lashing rain on a cold pavement.

and you can only hear the rhythm of the drumbeats,

the knell of pending oblivion making its call.

and it will all end soon,

and it would be better wont it?

from dust we came from,

to dust we return.

to see the world through a grain of sand,

complexity in simplicity impossible to comprehend.

when everything else is impertinent,

and your feelings immune to it.

the day my feelings got nailed by the coffin,

the day my senses failed by the toll of death's bell approaching,

the day i looked into her eyes of destiny,

and wondered what her name has been.

seems like she disappeared without a trace,

or has she been plotting my misdemenour,

ever since i began to surface?

did god plan an experiment,

for his creation to sin and bear all pain,

so he can be the saviour to the disdain,

a envionsed light to the slain,

why is he contempt with seeing his sons and daughters suffer in silence?

in the darkest of the night in snippets of suicidal thoughts and lethal desperation?

and further damn others further deeper than others for a whimsical envious perambulation?

to taste sour grapes in frustation to bang their heads against the wall?

or is god just a figment of human mental pacification,

to solve the problems science fails to create,

to dawn a false light that will never brighten our dark facade?

man is evil,

seeking mere convenience science a popular but unfortunate escapade,

solving problems itself creates,

spawning new ones harder to tackle and to formulate,

as it spiralled to a meaning spellbound for disaster?

or is the clouds always heavy in dull and gloom in the select few bent on carrying the world's idiocrisy?

the almighty and its control on predestination,

or the elements of nature's luck on an hourglass of habitation waiting to be toppled over?

seizing the day was never the agenda,

accepting it was it,

the painful mode a rite of passage,

to some its a rite of a whole life,

a life bent on filling insatiable carnal desire,

but failing the true morality of the humane soul within.

answers needed,

questions asked,

consquences unfolded,

actions predestinated,

fate spellbound,

life sealed,

destiny wrought upon.

entrance to heaven,

hell,

or a conflagration of both.

are them really different?

even if they are,

it seems they have to co-exist,

or dont exist at all.