...and its ending one minute at a time, we all know that our live will end some day. We all have to die sooner or later, by natural cause or disease, murder, fatal accident or what else. Is there life beyond life, beyond death? Is there a heaven, is there a hell? Let's pretend there is such a place like heaven, don't you think heaven will be full by now? With all those people that went there before us, all those years and centuries ago, must be really crowded there now, the same goes for hell. Who decides that you go the heaven or hell? Is it God or does the soul do it? What happens to our soul? Does it live on? Do we leave this earth, put our body into the ground, and our soul goes to a much better place. There is no such thing as a bright shining light when we die. When you die you only see a flash, a flash of your life gone by. I know this, because I experienced it once when I got hit by a car. Why do we live? What is our purpose in life? Is it too multiply and feast upon the weak and helpless? Do we multiply simply because we like to fuck, or is it for the further existence of mankind? It is not who you are, but what you do on this planet during your lifetime that makes you special, whether you're born rich or poor, gay or straight. It doesn't matter. It's not the content of your wallet that's important, but the content of your heart. We're all the same in eyes of God. He created man in His own image. What an image, He must have had when He created man and earth in those(6)days. We hate, we love, we do, we laugh, we cheer, we fuck, we kill, we browse, we sleep, we eat, we read, we work, we suffer, we feel, we rape. All this makes us just human. And if God created us in His own image, He lies also, He cheats, rapes, feels, eats, and He kills just like us.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT --
In the heat of the moment
There are no mistakes
No ifs no buts just a lot of risk takes
There are no bounds, just free movement
And if your ready its instant recruitment
It’s the heat that fuels foolish passion
A disaster in manifestation not ration
But no one wants to think about it
Its lust you’re captive to, don’t want
To aid any aggression
There are no word s exchanged
Body language activated
Hormonal response waited
But consequences never anticipated
And deadly result is what you’re associated
Heat of the moment, or the moment of heat
You freely oblige instead of retreat
But if AIDS are a threat what option do you have
What can you do?
How about killing this heat of the moment
Before it kills you
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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