Noted and Forgotten

Fable of rebels, Raising hell, Their land, Your Land, Awestruck by bags of bucks, Deep in your pockets they flux, Fables of the feeble, Fighting your people, Their people, The pride of blood and pedigree, The dead hand of governance, We live in volatile times, Prodigal sons of earth, Will we reconcile? Walk the extra mile, Make it worthwhile, A mother pleads, Let the future be, A utopia flourished, Nourished by our feats, Humane deeds running our streets. GrymmRipper :]

The nagging guilt of unfinished business Procrastination The need to do and not do The lists Reminders "Remind me if I forget" I forget And you forget. Forgotten Remembered  But then, laziness. -GrymmRipper-

There is no love in this jungle. Desensitized to the violence. We use and abuse the struggle of our fellow men, we let them crumble. With no respect for the sanctity of their dignity. Perversions adopted in the name of entertainment. Fake compassion a fashion statement. Contentment with prayer, Instagram captions but no genuine action. Intentions will stay as intentions. Words are words and they betray. Action is Louder. Action is Power. GrymmRipper :]

Life changes you.  ‘Change’ the one constant throughout the perpetuation of time. The influence of the people you meet and the experience you undergo are like micro surgeries that restructure bits and parts of you. Either you feel more corrupted with age or more grounded with your accumulation of wisdom. One thing for sure age does not and never will reflect wisdom. It’s always easier being the person from the outside looking in. However, when you are the protagonist of the situation at hand, then the rules of the game changes. The world did not come into being along with an instruction manual. We long constructed our pillars of morals through trials and errors from generation to generation. Thesis and antithesis like that of Hegel’s, as the pendulum swings humanity makes their progression. Self-evaluation and reflection is an essential ritual for every conscience bearing human being. To question ourselves is just as important as questioning everything else aroun...

I watched me run away from myself, I didn't run after myself, I didn't turn too look back at myself. I see the sun but I don't feel the heat. Warmth, what does that feel like? GrymmRipper.

Six feet under, Tear stained soil, White lilies, A requiem mass. Carpet of grass, Pregnant clouds, A gentle drizzle, Footsteps fading, Branches swaying. Tranquil. Misted with sympathy, The breeze sighs patiently, The songbird sings a glum melody, "Memento mori, memento mori." "Death is the end of your story." Many a dawn, Many a dusk, Daisies pushed, A banquet of maggots, A feast of flesh, Stripped to bones, Naked. The earth nourished, The earth flourished. Death is mercy. Death is earthly. For dust thou art, Unto dust thou shalt return. GrymmRipper. :]

" The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hellbound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us." -RORSCHACH-