Theories on Life (continued) |
Somewhere between reality and the spiritual world, we lose touch with ourselves. Let us explore a few things: enlightenment, the fuses that block our minds from exploring, and that single need for clo... Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 23:31:00 GMT |
Hans Christian Andersen: The Little Mermaid |
Far out in the ocean the water is as blue as the petals of the loveliest cornflower, and as clear as the purest glass. But it is very deep too. It goes down deeper than any anchor rope will go, and ma... Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 01:32:00 GMT |
Cough |
I was young when we first met.I knew who you were. I knew your scent.I detested you, with out a bit of admiration. Circumstances changed and we met again. Our first date was awkward.I fumbled. I tried... Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 02:30:00 GMT |
Darknes |
Darkness offers more then itself.The shadows that we dread are gifts to hide our sorrows.No eyes can burn through the game face you bear.You become yourself.You don't fear the tear that trickles down ... Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 23:14:00 GMT |
Osho - On Jealousy And Love |
Whenever you speak of our failings, you usually mention anger, sex and jealousy. anger and sex seem fairly straightforward, but there's some confusion about exactly what jealousy is, and it's harder ... Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:18:00 GMT |
Work VS Prison |
IN PRISON you spend the majority of your time in an 8x10 cell. AT WORK you spend most of your time in a 6x8 cubicle.IN PRISON you get three meals a day. AT WORK you only get a break for 1 meal a... Posted by on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 10:20:00 GMT |
Theories on Life |
We are all children lead by the false intimations of exaggerated reality. Life as we know it is just a childhood in which we play the roles of adults. We become adults only when we die. Imagine, if yo... Posted by on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 03:11:00 GMT |
Let's play a game, it's called BULLSHIT |
Sitting in a haze of smoke, The whistle blows as the train steers my dreams Into a wire ring of devout emotion. On my knees, the fading red carpet, the candles captivating... Posted by on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 02:03:00 GMT |
Stand behind the girl you love |
Sabotaged and abused by words, Sweet things he once dictated with the voices of the stars, She cried alone in the darkness of her pity. Words of those who love you. Lost in the lies of those w... Posted by on Sun, 20 Nov 2005 02:14:00 GMT |
super MAN |
He stood in the rain carried along by the ripple of a moonbeam. Unconsci... Posted by on Wed, 26 Oct 2005 01:05:00 GMT |