Life Is A Prison

Life Is A Prison
by Puff
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.

Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.

Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.

Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.

Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.

Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.

Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.

Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.

Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.

So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?

10 ways to use less oil

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If The Past Year Were Offered Me Again

by Augusta, Lady Gregory (1852 - 1932)
If the past year were offered me again,
And choice of good and ill before me set
Would I accept the pleasure with the pain
Or dare to wish that we had never met?
Ah! could I bear those happy hours to miss
When love began, unthought of and unspoke
That summer day when by a sudden kiss
We knew each other's secret and awoke?
Ah no! not even to escape the pain,
Debate and anguish that I underwent
Flying from thee and my own self in vain
With trouble wasted, till my strength all spent
I knew at last that thou or love or fate
Had conquered and repentance was too late.

Depression (Abril 2008) -Poetry

Hello!

Finally I have been able to get my gmail account to work, so I'm back! This time for good, I promise!

Anyway, here is a poem, a sad one, yes, conveying my recent depresive relapse. I'm also adding some pictures from my recent photoshop experiences with anime characters and other topics.

Depression (Abril 2008)

Relapsing into this Hell
Where nothing seems right
And not a thing goes well,
Night after night.

Oh, how I feel like sleeping
And from that slumber never awake.
Indeed I feel like weeping
But there are no tears in the wake.

Oh, kill me softly
For I can’t function under pressure.
May my death come swiftly
Like a sweet sad treasure.

As I live this forceful nightmare
And carry a weight I can not bear,
I can’t help but to stare
Into my mirror, my unseen lair.

I simply can’t relax
Or my being shall collapse,
And the shards of my existence
Shall crumble without resistance.

Let me sleep
A slumber eternal;
And let me weep
My words into this journal.

some cute slogans for shirts

SLOGANS FOR WOMEN'S T-SHIRT
1. So many men, so few who can afford me.
2. God made us sisters; Prozac made us friends.
3. If they don't have chocolate in heaven, I ain't going.
4. At my age, I've seen it all, done it all, heard it all...I just can't remember it all.
5. My Mother is a travel agent for guilt trips.
6. Princess, having had sufficient experience with princes, seeks frog.
7. Coffee, chocolate, men . . . Some things are just better rich.
8. Don't treat me any differently than you would the Queen.
9. If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen.
10. Dinner Is ready when the smoke alarm goes off.
11. It's hard to be nostalgic when you can't remember anything.
12. I'm out of estrogen-and I have a gun.
13. Guys have feelings too. But like...who cares?
14. Next mood swing: 6 minutes.
15. I hate everybody...and you're next.
16. And your point is...?
17. I used to be schizophrenic, but we're OK now.
18. Warning: I have an attitude and I know how to use it.
19. Of course I don't look busy...I did it right the first time.
20. Do NOT start with me. You will NOT win.
21. You have the right to remain silent, so please SHUT UP.
22. All stressed out and no one to choke.
23. I'm one of those bad things that happen to good people.
24. How can I miss you if you won't go away?
25. Sorry if I looked interested. I'm not.
26. If we are what we eat, I'm fast, cheap and easy.
27. Don't upset me! I'm running out of places to hide the bodies.

RELIGION- Why does it control the world?

Please don't hate me for this essay, if you do you will just be proving me right. And please -no flaming.

Isn't religion a creation of humanity?
On my own personal beliefs, yes, I do believe and worship divinities, but I find it pathetic how humanity has evolved with such a way of turning faith into the basis of all organization.
Are humans that desperate for a power superior?
Are they so terribly desperate for something to rule over them?
Or maybe it is simply the eternal need to justify unanswered questions.

Humanity fears the unknown behond explanation.
What we don't understand is so horribly scary, is it not?
Why do we have to explain every single thing in the world?
Most religions defend that some things are holy mysteries, not intended to be uncovered. If that is the case, tell me -Is not religion itself just a way to explain that which can not be explained (yet)?
What happens to religious faith when dogmas of the past are so brutally uncovered by evolution?

And if religion is a way of organization, if it is the desire to simply have something superior to rule them...Well then why is faith one of the main excuses for war, chaos and destruction?
Why is it that the institution that is supposed to defend peace above all else such an excuse for discrimination?

Are we all that desperate for a power unknown to rule over us?
The need of the "little" men to feel equal to the rest of the world by believing in a superior power, and the desire of the "big" men to gain more power over others justified by religion and beliefs, only cause more doubt in my mind that religion is a pure selfless way of life, instead of a selfish need for valorization.

If there is truly a God almighty, is he better than a pagan Goddess or a native Spirit? If there really are divine saints are their words, actions or beliefs any better than that of a common man (athetist or not)?
Why is a religion better than another? Just because men of power in it say so?! Can they not all be related and/or equal in their own way? Is the Dalai Lama not as honourable as the Pope? Are shamans not as worthy as priests or rabis?

After so many millenia of evolution how can the world still believe taht so many holy scriptures and religious ideals have not been conveniantly manipulated by the hands of men thru History??!!

Are we not supposed to be equal? And even if we are not then aren't our differences what complete us and teach us how to evolve?
Why can't faith simply be a part of personal life and/or philosophy instead of a tool to rule the world and the masses?
Would a king be any better as a ruler if he had/hadn't been blessed and accepted by his church?
Should a kingdom cease to be so merely because the people have different faiths?
Why do we allow religiously powerful ideals to tell us how to act? I am not talking about teaching us moral and ethics like they should, I'm talking about being told how to talk, how to act, who to love, how to die...

Do not let faith tell you what to want or what to think, listen to it you wish, but don't allow it to control you blindly. Think and judge for yourself, you are a person afterall with your own mind, not a religious bolt in a machine that is faith.

Now prove me right and hate me for this essay...

Peace my friends, to all, no matter what you believe in.

Val

New Priorities

I-A is now being returned to activity.
The new prioeities are to make this blog an essay/opinion driven blog.
Art, poetry or personal this will be directed, from now on, to Valhalla.

Thanks for reading.
Peace

Lifting this blog from the ashes...

Ok, we've been dead, time to return for good and I mean it!
Let me start with my latest poem.

Fate (17/June/2007)
Down by the sea,
I hide my fears…
Up by the sky,
I stored my tears.
And now the ghoul in me
Thunders the oceans of reality
Setting my hatred free.

Scorching rivers of life
Seem to devour the day,
Frozen winds of death
Suck the breath
Of those led astray.

Darkness reigns friendly among the lonely
As day break comes,
Casting light so suddenly,
We hide from our faces…
Our truths…

The light preys on the weak-minded
Waiting to devour,
Waiting to pull us down the paths of gullibility…
To eat away our minds in the worst hour,
Take our wishes away,
Our wills and our freedom to simply want.

Can we not desire?
Is it not in nature to crave?
Thus our souls shall expire
As we dig our own dirty grave.

Darkness hides the weak
From loneliness’ embrace.
Light attacks the meek
It demolishes our dreams
As it sheds its’ brightness on our days.

Death we can’t elope…
It follows us threw fate.
But with it we could cope,
Both the living and the late,
If only our hours in life
Did not wrap in so much shamed hope.

Down by the sea
I left my heart
That was never mine from the start.
Up from the clouds
Did my tears fall…
Leaving behind no trace of me
As we all wait for eternity.

Love,
Val aka Raven