Weapon of Choice

Anyone can hold a rifle and stare its thousand mile stare into it as they take charge of a situation. They can stare in the eyes of the beast and know that they too are the beast that stare them down to hunt them even more. Not only as a hunter, but something that needs their blood and innocence.
But its here, isnt it. In the primal forces that any can meet for the first time. That even passion can arrise. To bite, to nourish, to be human. Its only after being so, that we are natural, to kill one another, that we live in perfectual bliss. Of bliss and destruction, oh how far we have come in our tides of history.
I can be there watching there. Watching the movements, the breathing, the simplest things that any human can do. Wave an arm, dent a smile in others. It matters not, only in the fact that human nature has nothing to the fact that it will rain soon enough. Blood, will always rain, for that is the nature of that.
When that is the nature of man. To be kill or to be killed. Nature is different when its all steel and concrete. Might as well keep the balance. Might as well keep the rifle.

Connection

It may be something to look into. But like anything, its almost a means to not drown as well. Think about it. We wonder aimlessly for begining portions of pitifull existance, live something of a mundane life and continue on into denial of our times in the end. And what for? To have and hold the balance of making time and effort for one single person, maybe two? Yet, we still regret to say something, and feel guilt that we did said too much. Farce, amusemnet, fear, torment, such are what we are to one another. Indeed we are drowning in the fields of our own selves, but does it matter whom we try to help or even try to destroy to make up for some unknown time. So be it, balance will be made not when we are with that someone that is meant for us, but more, having the chaos of knowing that we are going to be both ignorant and enlightened to be with someone, even though, they will help crush us. Too bad, it was a fun game to begin with.

There is an ol' saying;

To have something great in ones own life, one has to have had something taken out from such life as well. How can we know what is good and great if we never knew what it was in the first place. To see the world from the bottom up. To have fallen so deep that the only thing that makes sense is when we find that someone special. True enough, but it is only comfort. Things in life are just that, like a flower that seems to flourish when given the right things to survive, but it too is bound to the rules of time, when its time is up, that is just it, nothing more then a piece of decay and forgotten hopes and thoughts. Is it the effort that makes the moments last, or is it the efforts that makes it onlyseem as much fun, and only to be insane. But to give up time , to waste it or the few that make for the day, to share. Maybe this should be what is said to show how so few mean to us? But like anything, time is relentless to let us do anything. For them, why not, share what little we all have left in us. And if there should be more to this little saying, let be known that we smile in the face of destruction that i call Chronical Passions.

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Sing My Angel

Sing for me. Sing the song of your maddness, Sing for me not of these but of your sorrows. Cry me a dream to flood any single mind. Let them burn into chaos that we all have learn to live with. Dealing with such, your own little whisper is what any one needs. Sing my little angel, sing my angel of light.

Off Quote 001.000

"While Eeyore frets ... ... and Piglet hesitates... and Rabbit calculates ... and Owl pontificates...Pooh just is."
-tao

Off Quote 001.00

"Everything has its own place and function. That applies to people, although many don't seem to realize it, stuck as they are in the wrong job, the wrong marriage, or the wrong house. When you know and respect your Inner Nature, you know where you belong. You also know where you don't belong."
-tao

Weakness is a disease, I am the cure..

Logically, mankind has fixed itself into a rut on its own. It calls for self preservation when its about to lose and die in some sort of distruction that it made from itself. Interesting enough, but, it is also its nature to be just human and have its natural instincts to kill and be killed. It kept finding ways around its own demise, it will soon be swimming closer and closer to larger scale of extinction. So weak it has become, no real ways to keep a populace under control, not even the creative minds of murderers and mass killings of terrorists can help sustain the rages of an unchecked species. Where does this lead us? To be the same instrument that will rid the weak, Dwarwin knew it would come to this, a population of any sort will crumble will nothing can hold it from overgrowth. Ideals for a utopian society is maddness, peace only makes others more weak. When a society can fend off its destruction and still have its casualties, a society by logic will become stronger. Triage is a dirty way to say that things need to be done. And when the pyschopaths/socialpaths can figure a way around the game of life to survive and keep evolving to help keep the populace in check. If they cant, it was but there time to pass as well. "Punish the weak, kill your way to the top of the strong to survive,'' It is time for this era to understand, that we are dying, to help force an evolution might be the last thing to help to keep ourselves alive.

Scent of a woman

If you think about it, Man, has always been blind to any woman. When gives the easiest hints, the subtle secrets to her heart, and whatever else that may help to show that she is of interest. But nay, we are blind, we dont see the obvious till its too late, whether it can be when she smiles and leaves for good, or when her anger is what shows her true passions. Blind indeed. But touch, one of the simplest of traits a human can ever possess to show intimacy and more. The interaction alone shows warmth, even if its a friendship, touch alone draws us to our own humanity, with out it, what are we? Just frigid unmoving mucks of clay. And do not forget, scent, with it, it defines those about us. With her presence, she shows more of whom she is with a simple scent, how well she keeps her self. It helps shows her feelings for many things, for a scent can change just like a wind, knowing where it blow to the next moment is key, if you wish to know more and keep knowing about her. Indeed sight is keen for many ways to know her, how well she looks with clothing, how well she smiles to burn some warmth into a cold heart. It has nothing compared to the simplest of instincts that makes us who we are today. So being blind to the obvious, maybe, but having the other means to see and feel her is always there, i think its far worth it to be this way. Blind, but with the others means to have her at the most still.