Bourjois

Where is my jua de vivre where's my la dolce vita and where's my bourjois life, I guess la vida sigue

Character Assassination

My son, if people are trusted to do one thing and one thing only it will be to criticise your character, character assassination is a very common sport especially among the commoners, and one can retaliate with various means, one might even go so far as to take up arms to protect ones character, but my son know this violence never served man throughout history from age of old, man warred to his harts content but to no avail, alas, nothing but death and destruction ensued, so keep your calm and wits about you and remember the words of this man: “The things people say of a man do not alter a man. He is what he is. Public opinion is of no value whatsoever. Even if people employ actual violence, they are not to be violent in turn. That would be to fall to the same low level. After all, even in prison, a man can be quite free. His soul can be free. His personality can be untroubled. He can be at peace. And, above all things, they are not to interfere with other people or judge them in any way. Personality is a very mysterious thing. A man cannot always be estimated by what he does. He may keep the law, and yet be worthless. He may break the law, and yet be fine. He may be bad, without ever doing anything bad. He may commit a sin against society, and yet realize through that sin his true perfection.” 

Sheep

The absence of monotony and mediocrity in my life makes it not quit like any other, I’ve been a mechanic a salesman a project manager a computer engineer a detective a jeweller a public servant a social worker an athlete an event organiser an investment banker and an entrepreneur a leader and a follower, I have held all of these positions and handled their responsibilities as best as a mortal man could, but I have never been in the envious position where I could have herded sheep, although I have come close, but they where not sheep per se, life is unfair like that sometimes, although generally, life has been good to me, but the thing is that I haven’t been good back.

Fine Art

There is no finer art than the art that serves absolutely no purpose other than it’s own being

She's a Vision

I be upright against the roar
Suffering the sand to the shore
Behold for within my hand
What’s like grains to sand
Through the clouds the sun creep
A yellow face at me peep
While I weep  while I sleep
Tell my lover that I grasp
Natures beauty with a clasp
For her it is that I save
My words for her that I gave
Don’t sound as they seem
For she’s a vision not a dream

Inspired and influenced by Edgar Allan Poe

Dream

Wipe my kiss from your brow

There’s no way to reach you now

So to you i must avow
My intention so they deem
Are more yielding than a dream
Yet my desire has fluttered away
In the night, or in the day
Has grown stronger by one,
Is it therefore less or gone?
Live and breathe though we seem
It's no more but within a dream.

Inspired and influenced by Edgar Allan Poe

T minus 56

      The particle collider was running at full speed now, there was a little shake from the new coil, but the core was perfectly stable, the temperature was holding steady at 204 F, we where reaching the point of no return, arriving in T minus 56 seconds, at which point we hopefully would observe something that should seem to resemble the first stage of the formation of a black hole, hoping that what happened last time at CERN will not repeat itself here, we have taken all the necessary precautions, and worked with health and safety on this one this time, but what do we know? this is unchartered waters, this is virgin territory for all of us today, the best thing we can hope for is that, today, we don’t get anybody killed.

      The attack on CERN last month was devastating, it set us back almost a whole year, if it wasn’t for Dr. Zenati’s foresight we would be more lost than the people of Lost.  These are the times that I am thankful for, when people don’t follow the rules.  For the past four years, we have been working a new type of particle collider, one that will enable us to fuse the time space continuum and release time from its continuum by the means of a black hole.

Going

Going, going, gone. 

in a location near you

It's not your fault

but i blame you

Wiser Than Before

Just like the one before they will kill him, what will remain is lore.

and we are not wiser then before, we have killed him for sure.

Time 2.0

12:50

12:51  greed of men

12:52  death of the ozone

12:53  global warming grown

12:54  an extinct strain

12:55  deforestation 

12:56  please explain

12:57  another new born

12:58  an old soul gone

12:59  tomorrow a new dawn

00:00  new day born

00:01  hope reborn

00:02  life goes on

00:03

Time

I don't like watches, but i like time, and as an instrument of time, i like watches.

Terrestrial Vertebrates

Terrestrial Vertebrates A type which was magnificent and glorious at first, but, as always just like what happens with everything systematic, it systematically got corrupted, and became in later times false, trivial, established and accepted. 

Humanity leads the rhythmical composition of the true essence of being to the truth. Like it, the later-day stimulation will see things in a higher and broader light. We will realise that everything in creation is not humanly beautiful, that the ugly exists beside the beautiful, the unshapely beside the graceful, the distorted on the reverse of the magnificent, evil with good, darkness with light. The ever present eternal fight of light and darkness.

Questions

Behold, a new notion of society, upon this strong and mighty foundation. For this begs the quandertment, What is "Society”? What is “civilisation"? there must inevitably spring up an unequivocal response to this predicament.  Therefore, I will venture one, merely to satisfy if nothing else, my hunger.

Previously, and as I was following therein the path followed by the ancients within the eminently renowned realm of philosophy, the totally legendary muse of the ancients had deliberated out here bafflement if only from a single aspect. Nevertheless, casting aside and without distress, almost everything in society which, in the world subjected to its replication, had not a relation to certain types of beauty.

In the future I will attempt to answer these questions and also look at some more aspects but from a philosophical stand point.

A Man my Son

A little hardship in life is a good thing, it never killed anybody to face a some trouble in their life, any way, what does not kill you will only make you stronger, so it goes that the more strife and austerity you face, the more seasoned and hardened would you be my son, it is out of my love for you thats where this thing springs from, if I would have you my son to walk honourably through the world, then I must not attempt to clear the obstacles on your way, but I should teach you how to walk firmly over them, and show you how to navigate whatever barrier that might come in your path, i should give you the instruments that will enable you to do that, teach you to use them, when and how, but then i should also know when to let go, leave you to learn by yourself, give you your own space to grow, so that you would become a man my son.

Olive Skinned Beauty

ohh my olive skinned beauty, beautiful Mediterranean girl of mine

a chill in my heart has been placed by a gentle enchantress 

paralysed me, motionless, just by one forbidden glance

ohh my olive skinned beauty, beautiful Mediterranean girl of mine

free this soul from your spell, release this aching heart 

set me free from a love that has slain me to you temptress 

ohh my olive skinned beauty, beautiful Mediterranean girl of mine

my kingdom, my lands, my wealth, has been captured by ol brown eyes

when brown is the colour, olive is the skin, deep is the lust, when kingdoms lost

ohh my olive skinned beauty beautiful Mediterranean girl of mine

i am all yours, flesh, soul, heart, and a love from a fairytale 

all i ask is be gentle with my poor aching heart, for it is in love

Rise II

Rise.

This day we rise

Rise.

This hour we rise!

Rise

This time it's ours

Rise

We globalise

Rise

The unstoppable force, Like a mortar in a hurricane, 

twirling in eternity, bolting the flame, 

The past is history, today is ours so rise 

Faster than light rise 

And when the scars heal, the night passes, 

As hope smoulders, we rise from the ashes! 

And the light shimmers to revel a brave future!

Right of Centre

            Contrary to popular belief it is not in the spokes that the use of the wheel hinge, but it's the hub that the spokes upon which converge that creates the usefulness of the wheel, the spokes  give it the strength it needs to cary the wight of it’s burden, now counterwise to this notion a lump of snow cannot be melted instantaneously. There is a certain limit of time in less than which no amount of heat can melt the snow. On the contrary the greater the heat the more solidified the remaining snow becomes. now this might not be neither here nor their, but it's right in the middle (the centre of the hub upon which the spokes converge)

Rain & Cold Friends of Old

I fear rain when in vain i seek your pain

I fear the rain when we’r apart in Spain

I fear rain when my heart you’v slain

I fear the rain when you have all to gain

since your departure i have this irrational fear of rain

Old foe winter shelter my for this cold 

use your coat if i’m not so bold

cover my before i get old

for now i’m sold

Only old friends can save me now

The Lost Days of VAL In 12 Minutes

Upon re-entering my spacetime continuum, for the first time after the last gravitational wave, something pulled us away from mothership VenusAstraLogica, knowing that me and my 3 comrades are “States Domed”, I make haste to get to the Vaz modular craft, before the next solar black hole burst starts, in about 12 minutes, but upon releasing the hatch wheel lock to the inner module, i hear the ever dreaded shriek of a familiar sound, as if from the distant haze of a dream, so, with a move i can only relate to muscle-memory, i curl into a ball shape awaiting my impendable doom.

Space changes a man, although, change is inevitable wherever you are, but change in space happens at a molecular level, space changes your whole fibre of being, it rips out your biological make-up at the cell level, to replace it with brand new cells that are space-freindly, ones that where generated in space, and it’s generally and wildly, not to mention widely accepted as such, and they are superior than original cells, ones born on earth, at least certainly so for their intended use, space.

Now if I can go back to telling my story, and the events of the infamous tragedy of errors “The Lost Days of VAL In 12 Minutes”

At Peace with Myself

bewildered, confused, lost, manically depressed, mournful, i am not

What i am is calm and collected, relaxed at ease, soft 

i call this being as being at peace with myself. i’m at 

no one else is involved it’s no body else’s pursuit

this is a very rare state of being at which i am at

i don’t know how to get their by myself from where i’m at

i don’t know the directions to this place from the start

all i know is that now i am here and thats where i’m at

what brought me? and for what reason?

i don’t know, but i am here and thats where i’m at

this is a wonderful felling, this is a wonderful spot

i wish i could come here often, control over it i have not

i wish it upon you this feeling of utter quietude 

its for human beings that are still being human thats where their at

you need to be human to get to where its at 

as admittance to this garden is for people who are at

of selfless being of the pure at heart

for kindness and love and Amor Fati

sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

i used to get here all easy and prompt

and only leave at will not when i’m dumped 

now i cant get here for all my want

i’m losing something and i don't know what?

Move (Promised Land)

            A moved man, is a man in motion, and as a moved man, who is in motion, you should always devise a name for that motion. What that name might be, is totally up to you, and I shan’t interfere in such a personal matter. Nevertheless, to be able to go a thousands of miles, you must imagine that there is something of great importance, something moving and worth your time, and don’t get me started on time, something good awaits you at the end of those thousands of miles. You must have the prospect of a Eldorado, Utopia, a promised land, to have the strength to move, now, who have promised that land to you, or indeed if it was even premised, is of no consequence, but it is that notion of a promised land that moved you, now, moving forcefully, and with direction and aim, in a deliberate fashion, plus deliverance, is what got you to your promised land, presumably yours, so move and be moved, but mostly get their.

Run

run as fast as you can 

run get out of here 

run get away from it all 

run leave it all behind 

run leave to keep your sanity 

run keep it in the past

run go without regrets

run none of it maters

run there’s nothing back there for you

run you have nothing left

run you have nothing right

run you are dead to them

run they are dead to you

run look to the future 

run start up again

run start from scratch

run begin from zero

run build it up again

run till you have it up again

run till it crashes again

run as fast as you can

innocence

I am innocent, I am innocent, I-am-innocent. not that kind of innocence, yet innocent nevertheless, and i don’t want to repeat it again, i would like the dignified pleasure of losing my innocence gain, but this time i would like to be aware of the proceedings, i want to be aware of losing it, i want to know the feeling that overtakes one as it happens, what one feels, he whom have just lost their innocence, i wonder how that would feel like, is it like when one losses their virginity, i think not, not even close, so what does it feel like, from being innocent to not, i want to relive that moment it happened to me, and i don’t care for what reason it did happen or what caused it or under what sercomestance, as long as i relive it and feel innocence again, even for a second, i am not greedy.

My Head

will my heart ever forgive you will my soul ever heal will my will ever mind
could i never deceive you could you never believe me could we go back as friends
is it ever as easy is it ever as hard is it ever like fiction turn a page and start again
I will forever love you i will forever need you i will forever be there
you will never understand me you will never comprehend you will never now me
i blame it on my head

Insatiable

my heart, aches for you. it breaks for you

cant handle this separation one more night 

and may it never fear

for you oh my dear

command and it shall, ol big eyes

your my only commanding soul

excused, if greed for you overtake me

for your love is insatiable

the heart, for your closeness, yearns

try they may no diverting it 

decevith, he who blames the lover is

revealed by the march of days 

lost not my life is not lost

wont wail, no no but sing his praise i shall

i gift you beating and frail

a heart, you may escape to for shelter

All I see

All I see is shattered pieces empty places

I can’t keep it shrouded under this veil of uncertainty

I can’t nudge it or keep it awake

All this is from the pain and suffering of love

Travel my Scream

travel my scream, and wither echolessly, moan unheard

soundless times, sadness, oh step that which cant take a step

travel my scream, and wither echolessly, moan unheard

mon amie, oh mon amie, your name is writ on my voice 

it’s writ on the halls of time, on the clean pale blue of the sky,

in the valleys of echoless sound, on my deathbed before my birth 

mon amie reach me with silent hands, and take me full of night and light

mon amie my life is awaiting you, come before my time has end

travel my scream, and wither echolessly, moan unheard

Rise

rise my people rise 

left your head high and terrorise 

your time has now come to globalise 

rise my people rise

this time is ours 

this time it’s us 

the time is ours

to die is power

the die is cast 

the day is ours

No cowards amongst us 

Deep In The Night

Light draped her wintery flesh

with warm tones of saffroned amber

it cascaded down the window pane, 

to flood her folds with silhouettes of tone

it moved, breathlessly down her sculptured thighs 

and followed the curve of her small of back

setting adrift the flesh and bones 

and till she sings of hushed tones 

of her Machiavellian games

her breath quivered her legs shuddered 

moving out of the black and into the blue 

the lust that deepened in the night

has been released from her groin 

so now we relax and lay 

until

that need start again to play

this is what he wants

she said “this is what he wants” as if we are on two opposing teams and I’m gloating, they fight and that makes me gloat and makes me happy,  thats what she said, something is wrong here something is very wrong how did her mind get her their what line of thinking got her to that point, and when did we become enemies, i must have done something, i lied about many things in the not so distant past, for whatever reason i did lie is not the point , i did it, and that mede us enemies, no something else, we went through a very bad time and we are still in the wake of that time it still lingers, i stopped wanting to talk to her (she wants to be right all the time regardless) somebody told me once that people don’t like others who are always right, then again no body is always right, period. so we don’t talk no communication i find it better than talking to her, anyway when we talk she’s WANTS TO GET HER WAY or the highway, now she has had a lot of practice at this (4 sisters) and i am gullible so she ends up wining the argument, so i don’t want to talk to her any more and since she is good at it she wants to talk all the time.  she told my son that i want them to fight to break them apart so they are one side and I’m on the other fighting, how did that get to her head, who could she think that, she is creating a chasm between me and my son, if the troubles are between me and my waif then why is she bringing our son in to it.  if i tell her about this she would say it was my doing and she has nothing to do with it.  how did we get here? what went wrong? many people go through financial problems like we have, do they all get to the same point that we are? before today i honestly thought that we will get out of this bad time and we will get stronger because of it, but after i herd her say that to my son, i don’t know any more.  the problem is deep and we cant talk, the situation is not yielding, i don’t know what to do. the only thing i know is i don’t like this and i need to do something about my son to turn him into a man (he is 11 almost) but she is not helping actually she is fighting.

To be or not

To be or not, good or what, to be in harmony with thyself, forced dissension is to be in harmony with others, one’s own life is of np importance it’s a secondary thing, I assure you,—that is the important thing. As for the lives of one’s neighbours, they are dispensable, discardable, disposable, if one wishes to be, then ha shall be and all the force of nature shouldn’t stop him, one can flaunt one’s moral views about the weather, weather with or without weathering some dust,  but thats not one’s concern. Besides, Individualism has really the higher aim. Modern morality consists in accepting the standard of one’s age. I consider that for any man of culture to accept the standard of his age is a form of the grossest immortality 

Pardon me

Pardon me, I did not mean to. did I use you, do I amuse you, did I abuse you, did I lose you, I’m so sorry I will slow down

Did I leave what was left to you, or was my oversight an oversight, another seeded stone seeded stoned just dusted over with a bit of clover

resign to resign your reasoning lessening its loosening 

but then forever came and went fast, 

so it is wanted there where the power lies

it is wanted there where it cant be denied 

for it is willed from where will is sought 

it is willed by will itself

will 

intrinsic to who i am, i am off to off him

Certainties of Life

There are a few certainties in life that you should always trust, the inalienable truths of life, the solid facts that wont change, because they are set in stone, these fact you have to find out and figure for yourself, you will get guidance along the way, but these facts will be deferent from one man from another, and of course their will be similarities, once you find them, trust in them, and use them to figure out the rest of life’s facts secrets and mysteries.

Eliades Ochoa in: Buena Vista Social Club Chan Chan

This is the story of a man and a woman (Chan Chan and Juanica) who are building their house, and they need to go to the beach to get some sand. Chan Chan collects the sand and puts it on the jibe (a sieve for sand). Juanica then shakes it by stumping on it using her body, and to do so she shakes herself around and her breasts start shaking up and down in a rhythmic motion, looking at her as she dances in an erotical fashion Chan Chan gets aroused.

My Battle for Evermore

December 14, 2015 at My Head

I’m aching, shaking, breaking, trying my hardest, testing too hard to watch the world spin, or is that me spinning, you see, without my sanity beginning to spin as well. I’m aching, breaking, faking, struggling to see my way, the path ahead is treacheries, full of perfidiousness, and infidelity, is faithlessness like unfaithfulness, never mind, mind, i don't, not without basing it off my own insecurities. 

Perhaps I’ve built myself a complex puzzle, and simply lost too many pieces. now the complexity has gone, but the puzzle remains, etched in a memory of a child in childish times, perhaps, peradventure, perchance, I made my life a battle. i made this struggle, perhaps, peradventure, perchance, struggle to make sense of the world, try hard, endeavour, make every effort, spare no pain, exert myself, knowing I could never win.

The Two Women

December 14, 2015 at A Hole in my Soul

Forgive me, as I’d rather lose myself than be lost to others, I’d rather lose myself to you, can you handle me, I’d rather stop looking for another, than be afraid of your darkness, help my actualise myself, or let it all go to waist, I do like you to touch me, but it hurts, it burns a hole in my soul, forgive me, but your beautiful, I like your shapely formed breasts, I digress, deviate, divagate, can I be blamed (apparently, yes) I used to fear your shadows, and now, I wish to be one I used to love her, but then I had to kill her, I used to fear my disappearance, now I want you to be gone, I used to be a man, but now I don't know any more, I’m aching from your battering, your making my head spin, But fortunately, my sanity started spinning too, my sanity is fading, I need you before the end, help me, soothe me, free me, liberati atouts mi

Imperfections

Nature is beautiful, but nature in all its splendour, has imperfections. Nature is not perfect, but the beauty of nature is perfect even in it’s imperfections, for example, there are no straight lines in nature, its all curves, rounded shapes of deferent sizes. The colours of nature are likewise blemished, green in yellow in orange in brown, the different shades of colour, all entangled, intertwined one in another. The beauty is in the imperfections, and no one can deny the beauty of nature, and just like you, my perfect woman, maybe a little blemished here, maybe an exaggerated rounded corner their, but I love it all, thats like the beauty of nature its natural beauty, and thats what makes us humans beautiful, bellissimo.