Monthly Archives: June 2012

The Quest for Passion: explores some of the many ways people define passion; what makes them come alive.

All these political aspirants want is top quality wine.

Power, best served bloodyred;

Chilling just enough to burn the tongue, throat and even the belly.

Yet they tell the Godfather

They are the ones with true PASSION

To move the WORLD.

I wonder who taught the smartmonkeybrains poli-tricking & poli-tickling.

Well,what do you know!

They will be drunk to stuporose corruption.

AND DRUNK-RULING RUINS!!!

Hotpie! Creamcake!! Cherryberry!!!

Take-Home-To-Momma needs a home;

A warm-blooded animal on her cold bed.

She tells the Momma-in-law-to-be

She is the one with true PASSION

To rock the MATRIMONIAL BED

I wonder how slyslitheryserpent

Snatches crycrawliechild from its mother’s laps;

To later end up with an impotent animal.

TOO MUCH OF THE STUFF?!

Some want to be like monks

So they can be separated from others.

They approach His Holiness For good-quality cement;

Telling Him they would build Him a TEMPLE,

Because they have the only true PASSION,

To walk the path of spiritual enlighment.

They know they only want to make the walls stronger;

And the monastery,a tribute to “Their Holinesses”.

And even His Holiness could not gain entry.

DEMIGODS-IN-BLACK!!!

But once in a lifetime, at times,

The Creator-God calls the assembly of spirits,

Then reaches into the depths of hell,

To draw out a most suffering soul

Who has seen all the vanities and pleasures,

And that with much pain;

And places him before the Court of Desire.

The soul does not ask for relief,

Or freedom which is true power.

He took a pass on pleasures too!

But all he said was:

God of passion and wisdom,

If ever there is a soul

In eternal past,present,or future

That DESIRED JUST YOU

TO BE OBSESSED WITH YOU

AND HAVE YOU ALL OVER HIM

THEN LET HIM BE ME

AND I WOULD GO THROUGH MANY MORE AND WORSE HELLS

JUST TO BE WITH YOU

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Miscellaneous rantings

It’s midnight and the world is lost in the darkness of slumber. Well, at least my part of the globe!
I am supposed to pride myself in being human and so should feel sleepy.
But, I have been blessed with two lives. One to be lived during daylight. The other in the dark of the night.
I cherish the nocturnal particularly because:
In the dark, my eyes see more clearly the reality of life;
In the stillness, my ears perceive the noise of art;
In the security, inspiration barges in maliciously, having been  denied attention all day;
In the serenity, my mind is actively running through the pages of the daytime-life I have lived; and
While other members of my species slip from consciousness, I am more alive than their sun at midday.
Imagine me accomplishing in 6 hours what they couldn’t in 18 hours; between the still darkness and a lost slumbered world.
My christening…