am a mystic poet words mean more than expression to me
i swim past the lake into the ocean
rub my hands with the dust of evocation

am a mystic saint floating on a zephyr
close my eyes and watch the world aquire
desires, some untold lust burning with the fire

am a mystic reconciler hallucinating peace
they shred me to pieces and celebrate
they give them a holiday, pass me some dismay

am a mystic wanderer floats across shangrila
scorched by the demons and kissed by the angels
eclipsed sensitivity but immune to hate.

its a spider eat spider world out here. Caught in our own sappy web.Devising

plans every day every second we breath leading to destruction to laugh at sumbody

else's demise.Kill, eat, survive with a cannibalistic rage disguised in a

corporate masquerade. Awful yet very pleasurable for the sinister side of our

soul.We love rape, murder, molestation. Hidden beneath a smile a well camoflauged

real existence. Jekyl and hyde both equally criminal. There are no morals that

teach love. No lessons, experience put us in a momentary lapse of hate but when

it comes back it comes back with a vengence. What do we need to survive this

surreal existence? Do we need to survive...cant we live? CAn we?But on what?

What drives a person to be foolish? is it that most of the 'society' requires them to be profiled prfoundly stupefied? There are times where using your head makes a difference, TO understand someone or yourself.But well we deny it, mostly to be a part of the rest. Complain, regret ...we can avoid them so easily but well it gets us high.Excuse me for my ignorance,well excused ...or maybe not.
Who am i to judge you? really...
the weird ways of what they think is countering any valid point in either a very not so funny way, which in turn they consider to be funny. Darn wish they could do any better than that.Let the illusions they created preserve their happiness or whatever they would prefer to call it. Let the complains reign and let the complications stepup. Reality?civilization, development?phantasmagoric comic strips....
It gets sickeningly interesting by the day. truth addicts get destroyed by the minute. Iam going to join them soon. AHmen to that... let it all burn with the sun let it all reduce to ashes and rise up n be one and free.

Unravel the paradox, me the mad scientist on the loose.I create and destroy as you breathe right now. More than mystery lies here, an enigma. Let me introduce you to...Truth. Rarely tried to be understood, Often misconcieved and usually ignored. The verity will not be discussed, spoken about and will be sealed within the closed boundaries of moist skin which folds to voice emotions.A chance asked to understand the lunatic is assailable.

life is not quotidian here. the mystic will die as soon as the human responds.

We dont need a superhero

Love is dispossessed.
Its all about what you own. Does it matter how easily disposable

it is? IT does, not for everyone though. Or let me pull the

statistics... atleast not for 90 percent on this populous terra

firma.The other 10 percentage of imbeciles can stay wasted.Was looking at the moon for a while today, thanks to the a.p electricity board...i took time to connect with nature[ breathe in..breathe out]

Insane, amusing,denounced, new feelings ..infact they just the old ones revisited.
SPiderman-3 all geared up to swing tomorrow. Im not exited anymore. WAs a cpl o weeks back. Just another fictional crapola.
We need more than a superhero, or do we?
Organised crime dwells on the streets,in your house,at school, colleges and well everywhere and it will not cease.
This world doesnt need superheroes...IT needs PEOPLE who can atleast try to be HUMAN.

Pursuit, A search for an alternative that meets cognitive criteria.
Happiness, emotions exhibited by specimen in the state of well being.

Nobody wants to be happy nor do they want to pursue it. I twisted my foot while getting down the stairs, almost ran into a truck for i couldnt drive with all that sand in my eyes . DUST in the wind hehe.
Came home feeling nauseous.it aint bothering me anymore. People dont like what they got. GLam always will overpower everythin else..it sells and everyones buying.
Human minds are easily understandable, making it real difficult for me to react at times. YOu can see it coming but when it hits you it just leaves u befuddled.Theories, the isms and the paradox...very amusing. I always colligate intellect with being rational and 
creative, huh but well i guess different people have varied perceptions and they rather be nasty than TRY to interpret.
SOme day things will change hopefuly, this world does become a better place, more beautiful, with more love. 

Im lost...bemused...confounded and lately sick. just gets better by the day. TY everyone.

Bought some electronic merchandise after rummaging through my wallet for the right bills to give away. A DVD RW finally and an mp3 player.. phillips.
kinda bad on the toto volume levels but well its just fine.

Had sum Mosambi juice to get me through the May 1 humidity. The heats getting into my head causing the brain to take those darned breaks too many times. more tomorrow...maybe