I will like to start off by stating have a happy and posperous new year.
So it's New Year's Eve and I'm somewhere. A friend (and I do use this term based on how Webster expect it to be and not as how I describe a friend - which you will later discover)........a friend came up to me and asked me what I was doing to bring in the New Year. I had options, I could either be with people I was willing to be with or be with who activities I didn't really wanna partake in, still options. I later on talked to my options. My friend from earlier stated that they may just stay home although they too have options. That made me question my whole state of mind.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tearless Cry
So, someone was sitting this morning with their newborn who was 'crying'. Her nephew came to the room, stared at the baby, then asked the aunty ' how come everytime he cries no tears come out. Huh something to think about because she for one never paid attention to that and told he that she really didn't know.
I was told this later on and figured wow, thw places the mind wonder. A six years old is paying attention to the smallest details yet we as adults just move on without questioning - that is a young philosopher.
I decided to look this information up although I alreday had an idea, I figure that they have not yet experience any form of emotion to understand when somethig hurts or when something feels good, and therefore does not yet have the sensation to shed tear. I basically came up with this on the notion of being 'cold hearted' - which i sometime describe myself as being. Anyways, I found out the tears are usually developed, on the average, between 2 to 4 months. It is also beleived that it is because 'newborns simply do not have the emmotional intensity necessary to elicit tears'. Wow because when I stated that earlier, the respond was more like hum. I believe what I believe and reason base on my experience.
Eveything that you have endure in your life will help you find answer to all the questions in life, how you feel to disect and use it , is up to you.
So the thing is, I developed my response based on my theory behind being 'cold hearted' and the fact that once I reached the level of being cold hearted - I no longer could feel sorrow for others. I know the situation may be horrible and i'll tell myself 'that's fucked up' but to actually shed tears - I can't cause my heart look at it as aw well it is what it is. I no longer have the intensity necessary to elicit tears because I no longer have the intensity to feel sorrow.
That's my notion and reason behind it, don't just criticize, but describe your outlook towards it.
I was told this later on and figured wow, thw places the mind wonder. A six years old is paying attention to the smallest details yet we as adults just move on without questioning - that is a young philosopher.
I decided to look this information up although I alreday had an idea, I figure that they have not yet experience any form of emotion to understand when somethig hurts or when something feels good, and therefore does not yet have the sensation to shed tear. I basically came up with this on the notion of being 'cold hearted' - which i sometime describe myself as being. Anyways, I found out the tears are usually developed, on the average, between 2 to 4 months. It is also beleived that it is because 'newborns simply do not have the emmotional intensity necessary to elicit tears'. Wow because when I stated that earlier, the respond was more like hum. I believe what I believe and reason base on my experience.
Eveything that you have endure in your life will help you find answer to all the questions in life, how you feel to disect and use it , is up to you.
So the thing is, I developed my response based on my theory behind being 'cold hearted' and the fact that once I reached the level of being cold hearted - I no longer could feel sorrow for others. I know the situation may be horrible and i'll tell myself 'that's fucked up' but to actually shed tears - I can't cause my heart look at it as aw well it is what it is. I no longer have the intensity necessary to elicit tears because I no longer have the intensity to feel sorrow.
That's my notion and reason behind it, don't just criticize, but describe your outlook towards it.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Life, Time, and Death
With no interruption and no distractions - if it takes a natural formation - it'll seem like a somewhat hesitation - an undoing form of preparation
What is this information that is being brought forth with complication
Let's take a moment of silence - since in and out it goes about in silence
No need to talk about the jump start - not when there was first a heart - but when things grew apart - although from the womb to the tomb is the displaying art
Hand in hand - side by side they stand - life and death - two souljahs in command
Wrinkle from head to toe - fragile - can easily be hurt
Release whenever need go - filth - not to those you know
Seem to have no hold - your movement - can't easily be control
Eyesight - what's in plain sight - you can tell not
Toothless - as you drool aboout - fuss - don't understand the 'words' that comes from your mouth
Dependency of all those around you - cared for - that's how you do you
Love ones - closely knitted to you - stand and wait to cater to you
Sponge bath - long naps - memory can hardly be mapped
Thoughts of these ways - is what i want you to take a moment to relate
A lot is being thrown about - but think hard of what it is to be create
Am I describing the presence of birth or the movement towards death
For these are the characteristics that are present - no matter what - away - they cannot be zapped
Hand in hand - for life and death truly stands - man needs to understand
In between we could look at things so differently
Time tick but we create a little trick to be worry free and in some way trapped in misery
Why can't we look at things differently - peep through the looking glass
Do you see him looking back - there's two ways to visualize - men needs to realize
Things ar transparent - but rules are set - that leads to different paths
We cater to our needs - and based upon what it is we want to see - we create the mood in which to be
Time tells all but different people have different calls
Let me open your mind to a different kind of view
And let you understand why in simple terms one plus one is always two
Place in combination - two always relate to four - zero will go
And holding on strong is one - Time plays the same song
Depending on ones state - they determine how things relate
Yet in time we both stand - with the same thing and type of demand
The tick and the tock always move to the same beat on the clock
No matter how we look at it we can never look at it
Time is a capsule in which we can't escape
Once that second comes - that seconds goes - so the future - we never take hold
It's deeper than what's being told - it's like finally crossing the knowledgable threshold
We're stuck in the present - and can't move backward - and not really forward
Once we enter the future - it no longer is - for the future becomes the present - and what was once present is now the past
For the past will always exist - and the pressent present - but the future will never hold - because in that time we never truly go
We experience the past as well as the present but never the future
For the past is eternity - the present only one second - and the future only thoughts that has no expression
For we are trap in time and of it have no control
For man say they are powerful but are slaves to everything as long as we stand here on earth
There's one way in and one way out- time is manipulated about - but takes the same route
A child is born - we witness birth - have so much to offer this earth
An elder is coughing - can no longer hold - death is approaching - so we say our final words
Just earned my degree - started a new career - my future is bright - as i'm ready to start my life
Just came from the hospital - been diagnose with cancer - my family weary - ten months to go
For this family of four - so much is being told
The youngs are conemplating life - but of death is what held of the olds
Why do we look at things so out of range - yet in common there's no exchange
A child is born - has been given life - is ready to live
There's a hundred years ahead of him - for that - he says time is mine
So you experience 5 minutes of your life - that's also 5 minutes that's gone by - meaning - your five minutes closer to die
For the second you're born - you're basically gone
Life and death shares the same path - it is our eyes that do the math
For those who are happy, young, and healthy - they feel as if they're living their dream
Yet those who are sick, old and depress - they'll soon encounter death
Last time I checked - for both - time still stands - and can't be exchange
We go out of our way for there's so much at stake
In life we partake - in death we forsake
our own bed we make - yet our cradle we break
From ourselves we take - dare not grow apart
Knowledge is great - a wonder of art - by man it is sought
Upon them also fought - sacrifices are made - goals are laid
So much to accomplish - yet not enough days
Man work so hard - day in and day out
When things fall apart - they hit bottom - rock
Do what it takes - twenty four hours must be gained
At the end nno matter what - it'll al be drained
Bust their butts if they must for just a lowsy buck
Sickness becomes in them - to hospitals they run
Diseases are sworn - yet from the world they refuse to be torn
Doubles are begged for - two jobs are hoped for
Family is still whole - but together don't grow
Money is the key - to all that we need indeed
But life and death is a seed that can never be weed
We hold our stand as if life is in demand
Why can't man see that together they both breathe
With or without time - contradicted - they lead
We do whatever it takes just to stay alive
Future plans - things to tackle - status to gain
At the end man is still man - who leaves with nothing in hand
Why are we dying to live - when by nature - we're only living to die
No matter how hard you try - come a point - you won't go about
You work so hard - became a 'MILLIONAIRE'
'SOME' come up - by forcefully taking their own share
'OTHERS' are pitied - for home is no where
And 'THERE ARE THOSE' who by others are cared
You may look and say - they're at different status but the best part is when you closely look at the malice
'MILLIONAIRE' is stressed on trying to maintain his riches - 'SOME' are steady having to rearrange their image- 'OTHERS' beg and expect things to be handed - then 'THERE ARE THOSE' who are completely worry free for by others everything is granted
By what we do - things are built - life is only lived for a second - so who is smarter the one who just allowed it to happen or those that set plans and have to live according to demands
For when it comes it's all the same - death lurks always and never have shame
They all rode on the five o'clock train - unfortunately Life and Death had different plans
As the future came closer - the past grew bigger - to the point where it collided and present was present and could no longer happen
In just one split second all four went up in flame
Death stepped in and Life said I'm drained
Together they stand in which Time can't explain
Life leads to Death and Death is brought forth through Life
Side by side they stand and lives within
One step forward is on step backward
Time tic and Time tock but never really walks
Life and Death for that's the Time on the clock
Hold your breath - 'cause they'll never grow apart
What is this information that is being brought forth with complication
Let's take a moment of silence - since in and out it goes about in silence
No need to talk about the jump start - not when there was first a heart - but when things grew apart - although from the womb to the tomb is the displaying art
Hand in hand - side by side they stand - life and death - two souljahs in command
Wrinkle from head to toe - fragile - can easily be hurt
Release whenever need go - filth - not to those you know
Seem to have no hold - your movement - can't easily be control
Eyesight - what's in plain sight - you can tell not
Toothless - as you drool aboout - fuss - don't understand the 'words' that comes from your mouth
Dependency of all those around you - cared for - that's how you do you
Love ones - closely knitted to you - stand and wait to cater to you
Sponge bath - long naps - memory can hardly be mapped
Thoughts of these ways - is what i want you to take a moment to relate
A lot is being thrown about - but think hard of what it is to be create
Am I describing the presence of birth or the movement towards death
For these are the characteristics that are present - no matter what - away - they cannot be zapped
Hand in hand - for life and death truly stands - man needs to understand
In between we could look at things so differently
Time tick but we create a little trick to be worry free and in some way trapped in misery
Why can't we look at things differently - peep through the looking glass
Do you see him looking back - there's two ways to visualize - men needs to realize
Things ar transparent - but rules are set - that leads to different paths
We cater to our needs - and based upon what it is we want to see - we create the mood in which to be
Time tells all but different people have different calls
Let me open your mind to a different kind of view
And let you understand why in simple terms one plus one is always two
Place in combination - two always relate to four - zero will go
And holding on strong is one - Time plays the same song
Depending on ones state - they determine how things relate
Yet in time we both stand - with the same thing and type of demand
The tick and the tock always move to the same beat on the clock
No matter how we look at it we can never look at it
Time is a capsule in which we can't escape
Once that second comes - that seconds goes - so the future - we never take hold
It's deeper than what's being told - it's like finally crossing the knowledgable threshold
We're stuck in the present - and can't move backward - and not really forward
Once we enter the future - it no longer is - for the future becomes the present - and what was once present is now the past
For the past will always exist - and the pressent present - but the future will never hold - because in that time we never truly go
We experience the past as well as the present but never the future
For the past is eternity - the present only one second - and the future only thoughts that has no expression
For we are trap in time and of it have no control
For man say they are powerful but are slaves to everything as long as we stand here on earth
There's one way in and one way out- time is manipulated about - but takes the same route
A child is born - we witness birth - have so much to offer this earth
An elder is coughing - can no longer hold - death is approaching - so we say our final words
Just earned my degree - started a new career - my future is bright - as i'm ready to start my life
Just came from the hospital - been diagnose with cancer - my family weary - ten months to go
For this family of four - so much is being told
The youngs are conemplating life - but of death is what held of the olds
Why do we look at things so out of range - yet in common there's no exchange
A child is born - has been given life - is ready to live
There's a hundred years ahead of him - for that - he says time is mine
So you experience 5 minutes of your life - that's also 5 minutes that's gone by - meaning - your five minutes closer to die
For the second you're born - you're basically gone
Life and death shares the same path - it is our eyes that do the math
For those who are happy, young, and healthy - they feel as if they're living their dream
Yet those who are sick, old and depress - they'll soon encounter death
Last time I checked - for both - time still stands - and can't be exchange
We go out of our way for there's so much at stake
In life we partake - in death we forsake
our own bed we make - yet our cradle we break
From ourselves we take - dare not grow apart
Knowledge is great - a wonder of art - by man it is sought
Upon them also fought - sacrifices are made - goals are laid
So much to accomplish - yet not enough days
Man work so hard - day in and day out
When things fall apart - they hit bottom - rock
Do what it takes - twenty four hours must be gained
At the end nno matter what - it'll al be drained
Bust their butts if they must for just a lowsy buck
Sickness becomes in them - to hospitals they run
Diseases are sworn - yet from the world they refuse to be torn
Doubles are begged for - two jobs are hoped for
Family is still whole - but together don't grow
Money is the key - to all that we need indeed
But life and death is a seed that can never be weed
We hold our stand as if life is in demand
Why can't man see that together they both breathe
With or without time - contradicted - they lead
We do whatever it takes just to stay alive
Future plans - things to tackle - status to gain
At the end man is still man - who leaves with nothing in hand
Why are we dying to live - when by nature - we're only living to die
No matter how hard you try - come a point - you won't go about
You work so hard - became a 'MILLIONAIRE'
'SOME' come up - by forcefully taking their own share
'OTHERS' are pitied - for home is no where
And 'THERE ARE THOSE' who by others are cared
You may look and say - they're at different status but the best part is when you closely look at the malice
'MILLIONAIRE' is stressed on trying to maintain his riches - 'SOME' are steady having to rearrange their image- 'OTHERS' beg and expect things to be handed - then 'THERE ARE THOSE' who are completely worry free for by others everything is granted
By what we do - things are built - life is only lived for a second - so who is smarter the one who just allowed it to happen or those that set plans and have to live according to demands
For when it comes it's all the same - death lurks always and never have shame
They all rode on the five o'clock train - unfortunately Life and Death had different plans
As the future came closer - the past grew bigger - to the point where it collided and present was present and could no longer happen
In just one split second all four went up in flame
Death stepped in and Life said I'm drained
Together they stand in which Time can't explain
Life leads to Death and Death is brought forth through Life
Side by side they stand and lives within
One step forward is on step backward
Time tic and Time tock but never really walks
Life and Death for that's the Time on the clock
Hold your breath - 'cause they'll never grow apart
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