Violence Unleashed

"Seeing the signs of violence is always very disturbing." A very usual statement by the very sensitive. Not to seem too heartless I dofind them to be a trifle annoying. How do people find it within themselves to harm another person. Or animal. What would Yu do when faced with a life or death situation. Would you rather hold on to your values and die rather? Or be a hypocrite and kill rather then be killed? I eat meat and can divorce myself from the fact that they were alive. I, in my way, contributed to the deaths of those animals.And yet can sleep in peace everynight. Millions other around the world do! Doesnt make me any less human.

Coming back to the subject. Why violence? Wat is the motive to harm or rather kill. I think i have an theory. It's in our nature to kill. Its as natural as eating,walking,sleeping or copulating.Its been programmed into our gene's. For this very reason extreme action,gore and horror fascinates us and and is exploited by almost every film maker. Its jus the cosequence of the action of extreme violence that keeps us in check.of course, if we were civilized or socialized, we'll be seating around talking about it over a drink, Basic, simple. But if could we really get away with it? In a consequnce free environment...... To kill anyone? Anyone at all? Wouldnt you do it. There is bound to be a person who is the subject of our extreme hate. And maybe in some cases the reason to violence is justifiable. Maybe even commendable.

Finishing off with a quote i got some where-

“There are 4 kinds of Homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.”

P.S: I know this is disjointed but I am a tad disjointed today.

Daydreamer

As Spring turns into Summer,

the butterflies return from their migration,

they fill our imaginations with their beauty and wonder.

they flap their wings to make daydreamers believe,

we make our dreams our reality.

I sat in one of those boring classes in school/coll looking out the window waiting for the professor's to end his droning lectures and then wit my head buried in my hands and in deep thought get transported to a world far far away where my wildest fantasies are satisfied, To a place where the surreal manifestations of my craziest and deepest deires take on shape. Watching this world passing me by all of my life, believing that one day, someone will stop for a second and finally realise that i am not paying attention to what they are whining bout but in my own world where i am Superman, or batman or Ronaldo or Romeo or Bill Gates's closest competitor. I am a daydreamer. And i am jot afraid to admit that.

Under the sweetest flower,

in the garden of bones,

in deep, here I sleep.

On my ground, tears shower,

sorrow, bathing my tombstones,

for me, do not weep.