sábado, 5 de septiembre de 2009
You see life more clearly,
When the pain inside you grows
When life seems drab and dreary
When you see a life being thrown away
On empty dreams of glory
You think on why the world is trying
To ruin someone’s life… end someone’s story
The things you say, the way you feel
The hopeless dreams and goals
The shattered heart, the broken will
The slowly dying soul
If you could only see the pain
of blindly walking through
the gates of those who wish to kill
to hurt for mere pleasure and fun.
I wish that you could see what I
A simple observer can
The pain from which you can not hide
Life hanging by a strand
Hollow shells and lifeless hopes
Covered in silver and gold
Are not worth the life you give
Not worth the “perfection” mold
Life is slipping from your grasp
Like water sinks into the earth
Never to be recalled again
Except by the suns rebirth…
Walked there and back again
Fallen and gotten up
Given all, nothing gained
but a twisted view on what I was
a perspective that’s insane.
My wish for you is that you truly see
What you have lost and gained
You’ve lost your peace of mind
And gotten only pain
sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009
blue day photos
I woke up this morning feeling a little blue
(since it had rained the night before)
miércoles, 26 de agosto de 2009
A post from Shriv(one of Hom(mili)'s cohorts....muahahaha
A random post form someone you don't know who always "borrows" [evil snigger]
hom's camera to pursue his own photgraphical dreams.
I love these guys.
Sniff...Sniff.
(Well at least Rhino's happy)
sábado, 25 de julio de 2009
domingo, 17 de agosto de 2008
A thought about Success (from Victor Hugo)

It is now 12:15 a.m., I am reading Les Miserables.
I came across a quote (well actually a phrase) on success, i thought it was interesting...
Success; that is the lesson which falls drop by drop from the slope of corruption.
Be it said in passing, that success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men. For the masses, success has almost the same profile as supremacy. Success, that Menaechmus of talent, has one dupe,--history.
In our day, a philosophy which is almost official has entered into its service, wears the livery of success, and performs the service of its antechamber. Succeed: theory. Prosperity argues capacity. Win in the lottery, and behold! you are a clever man. He who triumphs is venerated. Be born with a silver spoon in your mouth! everything lies in that. Be lucky, and you will have all the rest; be happy, and people will think you great.
Well i thought it was cool...
martes, 12 de agosto de 2008
Delusion of mind
lunes, 11 de agosto de 2008
- A word on the world (and Justice)
In this world where people kill,
And hurt for wealth and power.
The insanity that someday will,
Descend from evil darkened towers.
The evil minds that rule this world,
From their dark and rusted kingdoms,
Disguised as men of good and justice,
But terror waits around the bend… waiting to come.
New roads new, new laws, to protect the people,
The hand of justice near;
Bells chiming above the steeples
Waiting for them to hear.
Politicians in their fancy clothes,
Climbing the latter of power.
Empty words and false hopes,
Keep them climbing higher.
Husks and hollow dreams of old,
Words so dead and lifeless.
Killing those who don’t fit their mold,
The just, the true, the righteous.
Thousands of kidnappings in a year,
Suffering, death, and heartbreak.
Hardness rules, no one sheds a tear;
To many lives are at stake.
Rape stands and waits a block away,
While death, a friendly neighbor.
The blood the spilled, the dirt and decay,
While insane minds savor.
The pain they cause as they see the death,
Of a life one holds close.
The blood that runs down their hands,
Marks the decision that they chose.
The bell it tolls, it tolls for thee,
Shows life as it is.
The tongues of corrupted men speak,
Words of justice,
Fake smiles and promises of peace,
Words on putting an end to death
While a beaten child in the corner,
has taken his last breath.
- A word on the world (and Justice)
martes, 8 de julio de 2008
a post of love (the secret letters part one)
Fat rhino and Dimloss Inc.
Dear Dimloss... I remember the first time I met rhino. I had just entered the house, with all my bags, and there he was; standing in the sunlight, the moonlight in his eyes, a spatula in one hand and a dirty rag in the other, the loveliest thing I had ever seen... in a smooth manly voice he said... hey there, and twirled his rag around may i take your bags?
Before i could even answer he swept them off the floor and galavanted off to my room.
I could only stare after him jaw hung low and thats is the end of this letter... to be continued
Love your secret Homunculi...