Desire

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

knowledge

Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed -
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.

Poison

Words that need to be spoken should not accumulate inside.
The hurt, pain or jealousy a person feels can not hide.

Sorrow and anger can be and will be suppressed.
But this only leads to a person feeling depressed.

Anger is a deadly toxin in which the body it flows.
When it takes over limb by limb, everyone knows.

The body - The mind controls and manipulates.
As the poison enters the veins and circulates.

When the poison reaches the heart it's too late.
Disastrous emotions take over such as revenge and hate.

The antidote to cure these emotions, is not so hard to find.
We must search to learn to control our spirited bodies and minds.

Destruction

Where distant screams haunt the nights,
And streets are filled with empty homes.
Where starving dogs are left to fight
Over lost men's meat and children's bones.

Where a woman's plea comes to an end,
As a sharp gunshot cuts through the air.
It becomes a normal act just to pretend-
To convince oneself there's nothing to hear.

When the world grows silent
And the candle melts the last wax folds.
And we're I'm left in cold confinement
Left only to tear at my bloodstained clothes.

When the hope burns out
And the last cinder dies.
The world's left with only doubts
Where all you hear are endless lies.

When the air is filled with the stench of death
And the dark blood stains the roads.
And the only choice that now is left:
Is a choice of which no one knows.

When the smoke of burning men fills the air:
A smoke that no wind can fend.
When you take a breath and you declare:
This is when it really ends.

Insanity

I feel like I'm going insane
My anger is throbbing in my brain
Each day it seems to get harder to get by
Sometimes I just want to cry
My life seems to be a double edge blade
The one everyone sees is a sharade
On the outside I'm as happy as can be
But inside the pain is only known to me
I lock away all my tears
Deep within I keep my fears
For the last few years I've been trapped inside
I feel like there is no one to whom I can confide
I feel like I'm going insane
Living a life of hidden pain
Locking it all in
Looking for that someone in which I can depend
Insanity is my state
Or at least it will be at this rate

Fear

The host, he says that all is well
And the fire-wood glow is bright;
The food has a warm and tempting smell,—
But on the window licks the night.

Pile on the logs... Give me your hands,
Friends! No,— it is not fright...
But hold me... somewhere I heard demands...
And on the window licks the night.

Death

Death wanders through our lives at will, sweet Death
Is busy with each intake of our breath.
Why do you fear her? Lo, her laughing face
All rosy with the light of jocund grace !
A kind and lovely maiden culling flowers
In a sweet garden fresh with vernal showers,
This is the thing you fear, young portress bright
Who opens to our souls the worlds of light.
Is it because the twisted stem must feel
Pain when the tenderest hands its glory steal?
Is it because the flowerless stalk droops dull
And ghastly now that was so beautiful ?
Or is it the opening portal's horrid jar
That shakes you, feeble souls of courage bare?
Death is but changing of our robes to wait
In wedding garments at the Eternal's gate.

Blindness

On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."

Ship of Fools

The Ship of Fools is the whole of mankind, sailing through the seas of time.
On a ship, a small ship, a lost ship. Sadly, every one is a fool.
We live for the here & now, we consume beyond reason.
We waste, clear fell, erode the land, grow thirsty crops in a dry climate.
Whilst living with the belief we can have it all, forever.

Meanwhile our ship drifts aimlessly, never reaching harbour.

About What?

This blog is about :
About Nothing ....
About Everything ....
About Life & Death ....
About You & Me ....
About the strange days ....

Should i say Welcome or Hellcome ?

That is the truly question