Pride brings a person low, but the lowly in spirit gain honour. Proverbs 29:23


August 2016

An Ineffable Rant

After the period of regret,

Approaches the season of thanksgiving,

Where the foolish acts committed under the presence of an egotistical mind,

Are fragments of a sad faded memory.

Moments such as these; the helpless minutes,

Where the downtrodden characters are figures of sympathy to our wretched souls.

Pain that cannot be cured by a mere indulgence in ecstasy,

Escaping the thrills of mundane delirium for a supernatural alternative animated in the dells of memory,

Contemplating red jellies colliding in tanned palms,

Or drowning in visions of viridescent slabs to embellish.



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Looking at the world around me,

I no longer can comprehend why humans have selected the path of devotion,

To pleasures that last temporarily and tokens that brag endlessly, quickly losing their flavour.

A flavour that was never authentic,

A bad seed savagely embedded into the earth yielding blemished fruits.

And though the taste is evidently dead, so many are beguiled by insipid rewards gained through restless toiling in early hours and under the velvet sky.

Eyes that barely sleep, glued onto sugary delights, dreaming green and gold in slumber and wake.

Tears that never shed, breaths that never breathe and hands that never experienced the touch of life.

Floating around, jellyfish in water, an iridescent sensation that does not speak through the biting silence but rather through living it without regrets.


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MAJIME at Night

…Some of the things we’ve said are pretty thought-provoking. 9:53 PM

Yes. Change is scary. 9:51 PM

I LIVE to be a creative person. I never thought I was creative, but I really think that I want to be a creative person even if I’m not.  9:49 PM

Most of my poems are a reflection on how things were. I have to try and conceal the depression with incessant attempts at humour, because most of my mind lingers in the past, never the present and it always fears the future. 9:48 PM

It’s hard to spark an interest like that. But if the interest is alive, it’s something very beautiful and ever-lasting. It will carry on till the end of your days. 9:47 PM

It’s a little sad. I wish I wasn’t born in this era, but this era needs people who respect the past. If there weren’t people who respected the past then no one would remember the past and I feel like that is a big sin. 9:46 PM

…You’re right. If you try to tell this to someone else, they won’t really think it’s important and stuff. 9:43 PM

I wish I could go back in time to see every period of history. I have my favourites like the Early 1900’s, Ancient Romans and Egyptians. But each period has its now flair and style; it’s amazing what we could learn about human development and why some people are the way they are. 9:41 PM



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Zoomed Out.

Lately, I’ve been watching videos on YouTube that speak a lot about the end times. I don’t merely watch it for amusement but rather for a clear perspective on the world. Often we are so consumed with our own lives that we disregard some of signs around us that are much more important than we think they are. In fact, many of these signs end up being the final piece to the puzzle. The sad thing is, we are being withheld from much information and the life many are living makes them completely oblivious to the second coming. Jesus Christ will return to judge all of us and give the righteous their reward in Heaven and the disobedient their punishment in Hell. But how many of us actually know this? How many are anticipating His return and preparing themselves for it? I know we can never be perfect but Jesus came for the sinners, all of us; and when He comes again we must be ready to receive Him.

We often disregard some of the most important things we know. The Word of God directs us on how to live our lives and be faithful to God. No matter how many times you read the Bible, we learn lessons each time we read it over and over again. Everyday as I pray, I ask for forgiveness and mercy because I know that I cannot be perfect in the Lord’s eyes. But just because this perfection is unattainable, it should never mean I should stop trying to live the way the Lord wants me to live.

I’ve found that trying to live a virtuous life is a very rewarding and beautiful life. It helps us to see the world in clarity, to be filled with love,  feel loved and see the beauty in God’s creation. Christians never should never aspire to build up their wealth and riches on materialistic things. Instead, Jesus Christ orders us to live for Him. He is The Way, The Truth and The Life. He loves us and will always love us. When we have Him, we should never have to want anything else…but sadly, our hearts are easily swayed. And even with all that we’ve been given we lust after the desires of the flesh.

It simply amazes me how evil the world really is and has been, and yet the only reason it still exists, the only reason that there is some peace and order is because the Lord loves us. He loves those who love Him and those who reject Him. Even on the Cross, Jesus Christ said:

‘Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.’

What kind of love is that? Amazing love. He didn’t have to do all this for us. Sometimes just sit and wonder at God’s Love. The beauty in it is that we never really understand why, but we know that it stretches from east to west. Truly, it is amazing love. 


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My Eyes

It is fascinating that the goal of men has been to conquer and possess.

To accumulate wealth and treasures to their so-called empire,

So that they may flaunt their power and superiority,

To those who look upon with disapproving or apprehensive eyes.

This world has only come so far and advanced in ways never imagined,

Because people began with little,

With little they lived and with little did they love.

And that was simply enough.

But they said life was short and the ideas great,

So great that though they were penurious, their dreams surpassed the wealth of the world.

Now there is so much excess and access to what people want,

All people work for is money.

Because everyone wants their shot at glory,

Most know that it is temporary and many of them still thirst after it.

Because showy cars and ostentatious gowns are the rage,

Polluting the true essence of life with the vogue obsessions of the age.

Life is short but that never means you should spend it away,

As a child would for a bag of candy.

Because life just may be sweet,

But a modest emptiness remains once all the flavour is gone,

And you are on your own, falling down without any help.

Sending you plummeting down back into the world of realism,

Once all the sweetness is gone.

~It’s been a year since I’ve started my blogging journey on WordPress, so thank you…



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Who accused the lethargic generation,

Being as lifeless as their thoughts.

Who doubted the power of pure slothfulness?

Who laid the barriers of perfection,

For the idle and inactive.

Who said that we were the destructive,

degenerative few?

If we are accused of being lackadaisical,

It is only because our many thoughts are suppressed by infinite rushes of meaningless phrases.

And so, we are broken and shattered like million shards of glass.

These very shards are picked up and used against us so that our image will forever be deformed,

As our words have been.

Our pain is the one no-one understood,

Our pain was expressed through the dying voices of the last survivors of blasé.

And whispers only echo in graves of the pococurantes.



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The Epiphany Trilogy, Part III


This world is far from fair,

Where the real barely make a living with their abilities,

While the fake are showered with luxuries,

For the work that shouldn’t be credited to them.

You can tell me to change my perception,

I’m no pessimist,

I’m no sadist,

I am only looking at the world for what it is,

And my biggest fear is becoming the hypocrite that I loathe,

For I’d rather be a villain than a hypocrite.


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I’ve been talking or referring frequently about childhood in many of my posts over the last few months. Childhood is something important to me because I strongly feel that it was the only period in my life that was not corrupted by hypocrisy from people which resulted in unhappiness and sorrow. Like everyone, I went through many unhappy seasons in my life which have impacted me greatly. Even then, I learnt to keep these things to myself because somehow I kind of anticipated an imminent breakthrough in my life where I’d be free. I didn’t really know what that word meant to me, free, but I understood at the time that it was a state of peace and pure joy at least. My dreams were short-lived because they were materialistic. School was hard, the students were hard to me, I was generally the happy student who never meant anyone harm nor was I inviting it. I just wanted to be myself but no-one wanted me. Slowly and slowly, I learned not to embrace the ‘real me’. Today, I loathe hypocrisy but it’s a dangerous thing to express, especially when society is so full of it. When we live in a commercialised world where making a profit is our number one priority, half-heartedness and artificiality thrive. Sometimes when I’m alone and thinking about the world around me, I wonder who I would have become if I wasn’t who I was now. And often, it has been on my mind, if I could talk to my younger self as if I were normally talking to someone now, what would I see in me and my younger self. Would I be disappointed? I’m afraid that the answer will be yes, and as much as I’d like for that to change, it just can’t. However, if this is in any way positive, this is sometimes a little bit beautiful if you think deep enough. Don’t think hard enough, think deep enough…Oh, what would I give to be blessed with beautiful thoughts all my life long?


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The Epiphany Trilogy, Part II


Yet still,

I feel sorry for everyone around me,

Mostly because we are all blind,

Some more than others,

Some coming to the realisation of the world around them.

People say I’m plagued with sadness,

They tell me that a smile can fix everything.

If they knew why I was sad,

They might understand how I feel.

But no-one wants to communicate,

Because their lives should be only happy:

Happy thoughts,

Happy things,

Happy people.


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