Showing posts with label George Michael. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Michael. Show all posts

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Solitary Walk (Relics Of A Phase Transcended)



A poem I wrote a long time back.

"Solitary Walk"

My solitary walk
My solitary talk
to the walls around me

Because you are not there
to hear me

Without you
I am like a child
Raw, naked and tender
To the sweltering summer

I need you
I need your shelter...
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Part II
Every few days
She comes back to me
Haunts me
Hurts me
As if in search of eternal revenge

I cry out in the still of the night
I cry out her name

Unable to decide whether it's respite that I seek
Or more pain...


Love not reciprocated has the power to destroy. In our world, it doesn't seem like it is reciprocated at all.

My belief is that in a perfect world (and such worlds do exist - if you ask me) - love always finds wonderful reciprocation, although love can never be easy.

Why I believe such worlds exist (I like to call them Buddha Worlds) is a long discussion, perhaps I'll post my beliefs some other time.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

The Cosmic Movie...Death Not Ends It (Topic: DEATH)

"Seems to me, you lived your life, like a candle in the wind, never knowing who to cling to, when the rain set in..." sang Elton John, first for Marilyn Monroe, then for Princess Diana.

Well...that's the tragedy of human life. People are isolated fragments in a hostile universe. Life is harsh and ultimately kills, they say. But is it LIFE that kills a person...or is it something else? Can LIFE kill a person? If the answer to this question is 'yes', it all becomes a contradiction. Life then becomes a contradiction. And life cannot be a contradiction.



STUDY THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH CAREFULLY:

Princess Diana is dead but people just do not leave her alone. They are busy restoring her image, killing her image, restoring her image, killing her image. Kill her, restore her...kill her, restore her...Kill her, restore her...Kill me, restore me...Kill me, restore me...Kill me, restore me...death, birth...death, birth...death, birth....the karmic cycle...


If the reader has not understood what I'm saying...here's some interesting lyrics by U2 from the movie 'Batman Forever'....Bono sings...'Hold me...thrill me...kiss me...kill me'. Bono is singing about what humans TRULY want, deep down inside. ALL HUMANS want to be tortured AND KILLED, deep down inside.

This is the ultimate desire for all humans, they just don't know it consciously. And it is because of this death-wish that death exists.

The desire to (kill and) be killed is a subconscious desire, people in general are not in touch with their subconscious desires, they do not know that such desires run around in their subconsious.

Sigmund Freud said that every human has a life and death instinct. He called the life instinct "eros" and called the death instinct "thanatos".



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It is very difficult to imagine the compassionate Princess Diana as someone who had sado-masochistic urges in her emotional world. But it is easy to understand this if one looks at it this way---Some people are deliberate sado-masochists....and some are accidental sado-masochists.


I highly doubt that Princess Diana ever hurt anyone deliberately without any REAL reason. Most of her life was full of tragic accidents. Accidental, unintended sado-masochism. Ended in the ultimate accidental masochism. Her death. Desire fulfilled.

Some quotes on Death that I like:

"In the end, death will die." --- Most probably the Bible, I don't know.


"Each day death strikes, yet we go on living as if we were immortal."

--Peter Brooke's Mahabharata.

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"The programme for this evening is not new, you've seen this entertainment through and through....you've seen your birth, your life, your death...you might recall all of the rest...did you have a good world when you died...enough to base a movie on?"

"Death not ends it."

---Jim Morrison (The Doors).
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End Note:
My views on Sado-Masochism:

When I use words like 'sado-masochism', I am not referring to some kind of enjoyment. I am referring to hostile feelings (inner or extraneously induced) driving a person into crazy modes of release from pain.

'Heal me with your crime' kind of a thing, like George Michael sings...in 'The Strangest Thing.'

It's a song worth listening to. (Video below.)

"Take my life...time has been twisting the knife...I am frightened for my soul...make love to me, send love through me, heal me with your crime..."

(Not enjoyment, but a desperate urge for freedom from pain, desperate calling out to love. Without love, a painful death is the only answer to pain. Death exists in the human world because of the absence of love.)

PLEASE CLICK ON ARROW ON BOTTOM,LEFT OTHERWISE VIDEO WILL NOT PLAY.