Some old lines.

but for him who is joined to all the living there is hope
for a living dog is better than a dead lion

also their love, their envy, and their hatred have now perished
nevermore will they have a share in anything under the sun

whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might
for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going

the race is not for the swift
noe the battle to the strong
nor bread to the wise
nor riches to the intelligent
nor favor to men of skill
but time and chance happens to them all

for a man does not know his time
like fish taken in a cruel net
like birds caught in a snare
so men are snared in an evil time
when it falls suddenly on them.

The car with no lights

i was driving a car
a car with no lights
i was driving a car
down a winding road
on a dark and moonless night
i was driving a car
drunk and sober at once
i couldnt see the door
for darkness it was all
i was driving a car
i dint know where i was going
i couldnt see the road
neither the road me
i am still driving

The girl with big eyes

she sat with her hair let open, hands gripping her ankles. eyes staring straight into mine.
i felt something i have never yet felt. I wanted a camera, for i never should forget the image.
yet no camera can capture a feeling, a thought, the magic that she created.
the place: an indescribable corner of her heart. she took my hand and walked me through. bold and free as an eagle, we saw the world; small and from afar. from a dark place to unimaginable brightnes, her flapping wings took me. i felt a tingle in the small of my back; as the world looked smaller and smaller - the air thinner, the light brighter; but her strength filled me, strength of happiness, strength of our existence, as we did exist; momentary.

Moments Momentary

for memories that werent just memories
even if it were just for those precious moments
none to tolerate the rest of the world
for it was around us it rotated

for it flew past, in squirts, with cruel generosity
yet moments seemed etched in stone
stretched to eternity, moments momentary
for it was around us it rotated

for time started here, stopped there
yet threads of time interwined
upside down, twisted, inside out,
for it was around us it rotated

for those metamorphic images
even as time runs by
remain. Gripping.
for it was around us it rotated

Things that keep me sane

Just as an afterthought, i was wondering what keeps me from losing it
in no particular order
> Work - Club work, gives me a sense of leadership, and tangible productivity
> Classes - the current rarity of it gives it a decent sheen. Yeah it reminds me this is a sweet time, a time i shouldnt feel guity to chill
> Blogging - For that cant be said
> Friends - yes least for the sense of belonging
> Books and reading - for that sense of being in touch with the world, a world larger than the four walls
> Calls: valuable
> Food: with sex is something that never loses its attractiveness. atleast not yet.
> Sex: Well.
> Smokes: Hm, hopefully will remain something i enjoy, and not something i crave. nicotine is a smart one, for he makes line separating the two real slim
> Drinks: It sometimes takes a few to calm. like food, it is a requirement of life. :)
> Movies et al: Hm, insanity packaged. Keeps the real thing at bay.
> Rest of life: Cant think of any more.

insanity calls

I Wonder if insanity would knock before it comes? kind of ring a bell and announce - "hey, here i am, and now you are insane". Wonder what is worse, being insane or not knowing that you are insane. Yeah, how would you know you are insane, for you ARE, INSANE!
i have this rather insane fear that i am going insane, perhaps this is one of my worser fears, of losing touch with reality. Of a world that finds you wierd but you somehow failing to notice. So i keep running this reality check, something that makes me rather always a little uncomfortable in most situations, however most comfortable that situation may be.

There are people with whom i feel comfortable, natural, real..with little insanity There is one with whom i feel none, with her i perhaps do not need to be sane. no expectations of a pretense nor is there a need for an act. i found comfort there. will there be another like.

Insanity is perhaps a measure of the drive to perform, and is nothing but the detachment from yourself to put up a show for others, to star in the act this life is.
There are some with whom there is this heightened fear of it. There are some, who revel in their own insanity. There are some who draw it out.
Perhaps being in a competitive world, there are just a few who manage to retain their sanity, there is a peace and happiness in the eyes of these few. They are who they are, really. they dont change with the situation, they dont need to justify their act, they keep their word. I just love people like this. Wow, to be sane!

Yet, what is life without a tinge of insanity, for a little insanity is a dose of fun, like a pinch of dope. Insanity is both the disease, its visible symptoms and also a cure. Insanity is what keeps me alive. Insane i never want to be.

To the brink

sense does prevail, though not always and not for ever. they have stopped blocking blogs, well that is a little less of nonsense. hm. just when the firewall became so unbearable so as to make internet useless, we find the tors and ultrasurfs of the world..
gets me thinking, how things get to a brink but almost never falls off beyond that imperceptible brink; or is it the brink that is ever stretching. am i tempting fate, or am i saying that i want it once, maybe once just once fall over that edge of the world.., but yeah the world ain't a cube.
i have never been in a situation where there wasn't a way out, been never in front of a car that dint brake in time..never been so drunk i fell unconscious on the road, never been shot, hit or killed, never found a fatal disease.. is it the watchful father above, is it fate, luck, or just ain't my day of judgment yet.
is it just that i assume the worst, believe the unbelievable, think of what i shouldnt. god forbid i start believing i will never face a wall, defeat, loss and pain. i will. i have. maybe i just forget.