the first rule

the first rule is , don't tell anyone what you want to accomplish or else you will never accomplish it . especially facebook. don't tell facebook .

that's the kind of mechanical that works with some people

living without a care

living without a care,

could mean careless. being careless, it leads to acts of clumsiness/ ditziness. being clumsy, walking without watching your steps, dropping things by not gripping them tightly, your head always in the air (airhead).

basically,
being careless means not giving a damn about a thing. any other things but yourself. your own thoughts. you only thing about yourself. and by 'yourself' , I mean your own feels. your own feelings on what you want. on things that you did. on things that you want to happen. to you. or to someone else but directly or indirectly related to you. you 'care less' about most of the things.

 careless = selfishness

selfishness is a piece of something in everyone. it is derived - or rather - developed from the act of carelessness. you start by not caring. you do what you want, you ignore the little things. from there you can see, it escalated to selfishness right away.

you only do things when it benefits you.  you only talk to your friends when you want something from them . you develop friendship because it benefits you. like playing the game Persona (3,4, anything). you develop social links just to get more powerful monsters, and to reach the best ending. that's the selfishness of the game, using selfishness as an 'item' to get to your goals.

in a way, that's how businessmen think. but let's ignore that part.

by manifesting selfishness, you are getting to your goal. but what if things don't go the way you want ? you will start to hate. why does this happen ? although you 'try' to deny it but there so shallowly covered in your heart, there is hate.

because you try to put a blame on something, or somebody for your failure. you look for people's fault . although how not closely related anything is to your attempt that failed, you are doing your best to find something to blame on.

and if you find yourself already at this stage in your own train of thoughts, most probably the wrong one in the whole story is yourself. it began from your own carelessness that leads to selfishness that leads to your attempt shrouded in selfishness, and finally you failed and you try to blame others for your failure, and starting to hate others.

from hate,it will develop into jealousy. and from jealousy, the dark wish for the other's destruction is born. and here you see, you have become the villain in your own story.

do not forget, that this outcome starts from being careless. by not caring.

 this is just a theory, don't take it as if it is the ultimate truth.

living without a care, is it a choice ?

it's a choice.but it's a choice by fate.

now question yourself, where are you now and have you become the villain in your own story ? if yes, it's time to stop.

Oblivion

singing a song in the middle of night
    a faint tune to invite the breeze

that envelopes softly a reminiscing soul
    pulling his hair, take him to a stop

in the vast ocean of racing lights
   drowning in the dark...crumbling in pain

telling lies, creating truths, hiding sorrows
    it is the stringless marionette,

dancing by the door
     in a sand of lust pouring like gold dust

prediction of fate fogging all ears
   striking the sky, a dash of starlight

life and death tatter at the brim of smiles
    teaching infatuations to sleeps that can't borrow

returning heavens to once a troubling mistakes
   the shadows are counted, to separate to dust

in the end of journey a thousand poles
   light and air shower the shivering soul

a place in history a world of visits
     let the tune of hearts whisper in the sky

people's warmth are gone in flips of pages
     people's tears are one with the coldness of gaze

the red sea waving a lifeless call
   to the stringless marionettes faking a heaven's door

a telltale of hollows in the last fifteen
   discovering fear of anguishing of all

the curtain that falls,smearing blood
   a morning light that differs in one's eyes

when the carriage of earth resonates again
   a complexion enveloping the thousand of heavens

flickering hate of unfiltered fear, and unveiling past
   like an unknown street smithered with weed

kiss and goodbye, pain and reincarnation
   the flow of creation swinging in storm

in the different flavors that often told
   the stranger's taste fathoming the role

and in the prologue of voiceless shriek
   untangling, the bright red strings

that slowing down, in eyes of truth and void
   the concept of time, for weakest soul a drip

forbidden land of sky's a gray
  the streaming river is brackish,bitter of tears

once awoken from the madly nightmares
  tell him, the stringless marionette,of refractions

in irreversible cogs that accelerate indefinitely
  are molecules of compunction, resonating

the eyes of rubies and emeralds, unknowingly
  solemnly damned to absorb the waves condemning

in the universe so small a little history
  making a titanic mark on a big heart

life goes on, lives carry on,
   revolving souls seeking savior, in the despairing world.

5/7/2013 - 2/11/2013