What goes around....

There was once a beautiful young princess in a faraway land. Her chocolate skin and dark, flowing hair had many in awe. She pretended that she was lucky to be that way, and all the people envied her for being so lucky. Very few knew that the princess had to spend long, tiring hours keeping up her good looks. But she could not tell them that she worked hard for her looks. When she had tried saying that, it made the people mad, it made them sad, it made them panic. She once again convinced all the people that she was fortunate to be very pretty and that the good looks just came to her. Then, one warm, humid summer night, when the stars had stopped twinkling, and all the people were sleeping peacefully, the princess downed a bottle of blended scotch and drowned in the lake, even though she knew to swim.
Moral of the story: Blended scotch is cheap, but tastes horrible.

On the Double

A tall man lived with his old, frail grandmother in a small, dingy apartment that had peeling paint on some walls, no paint on others, and some walls with gaping holes showing the plumbing and electrical work running up and down the beams inside the walls. Sometimes, one could even catch a quick glimpse of large, ferocious looking, diseased rats running on these pipes. The tall man was so tall that he had to bend down to enter his own apartment. One evening, when the man returned home from a hard days work at his accounting firm, his grandmother was dead and a large rat was nibbling on her toes. The man flung his briefcase at the rat, which shouted a loud squeak and ran away into the depths of the infinite pipes in the wall. As the man stood next to his grandmothers body, deciding what to do next, a horde of savage rats came out of the wall and ate him clean to the bone.

Moral of the story: Everybody's grandmother passes away someday.

Comes around

There was once a little girl who lived with her brother and her father. She had no mother. Her brother was not the nicest brother around, and would beat her up all the time. One day, the little girl complained to her father about it. The father soon had a guest house built on their mansion's lawns and moved into the guest house. He never set foot in his old house again.

Moral of the story:Aviation fuel has higher octane than regular unleaded gasoline.

Monday Blues

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Swimming

Times gone past
images still remain
so many we have lost
and so many gained.

Nothing is forever
though it seems some are
All will burn to the ground
like a summertime flower.

People we meet
and memories we share
washed away by time
like the crisp mountain air.

What things we hoped for
where today we stand
still chasing that light
till life comes to an end.

I am weak
I cannot bear a mild chill
the comforts of life
have weakened my will.
I have to swim today
because I have dared to dive
I have to swim today
to stay alive
I will swim today
not sink and die
I will swim today
under warm, beautiful skies.

-Mike T., Lost to Eternity, March 2004.

Acid Rain

Acid rain. I've heard it is caused by pollutants in the air as they mix with falling rain. What would happen if acid rain dropped acid of really low pH (i.e., acid that can burn your ass off) ??

Just imagine, you'd be walking home from work on a dreary tuesday evening, cursing the rain, when you smell a funny, sulfurous, plastic-burning odor. You realize its your brolly thats melting, and look up to see what the hell is going on. And bang!! before you know it, your left eye hurts like its been poked by something sharp. The pain is intense, so you fall to the ground, crouching on your knees, holding your face and screaming, while the acid rain quickly burns large holes through your raincoat and reaches the skin on your back. You pass out because of the excruciating pain, never to wake up.

No more dreary Tuesday evenings for you. Thanks to acid rain.

circle

What I imagined to be a circle turned out to be a spiral. A spiral in time and mental state in which we come back again and again to states that give us a frightening sense of deja vu. Sometimes we want to reach out and touch the other arm of the spiral. So tantalizingly near. And other times, we just wish we would move on, quickly away and outward from this place.

It's a three dimensional spiral though, jumping up and falling down when looked at in a profile view. That is why sometimes, we have only the vaguest sense that we have been in a similar situation, but we really dont care. It's because we cant see clearly that we have been here. Or somewhere near here.

The spiral goes on forever, snaking outward from the center, till all that we can see when we look back is a nebulous pit that ignites a dim memory.

Twilight

The evening sun falls
through deep blue walls
of phantom clouds.

Burning through the furrows,
as the day narrows
into the endless night.

There's a chill in the air,
a feeling we both share,
Blind my eyes, strangle my cries,
I find no comfort
in weary old skies.

Murky twilight,
what is it you conceal?
friend or foe?
or a flight to the surreal?
my will is steady,
I long to go;
vengeful twilight
you shall tempt me no more.

-Mike "the madman" Thapa, Twilight, 2004

Softer than a needle

Like the living dead,
Nothing goes my way today.
But nothing goes wrong either.


Like a muffled irritation, deep within. All over, but nowhere in
particular. It's the worst kind of feeling. You're not sad or angry,
but you're definitely not feeling good. Nothings wrong, but not
everything is right.

life after life

What difference does it make if I cease to exist? Why is it so hard for these calcified minds to understand that death is not to be feared? That its just a matter of time? That their fear of death amuses me? Why should I live when death is just as exciting as life? Questions. That's all I have.

Not enough time

What do we have
when we get to tomorrow
one final gasp


There's very little time left. But there's not much to do in it anyway, so its good, I guess. Life is short, but it's an accident after all. We live through it just because we were involved in the accident of birth. Even that's not a rule. It's not the only reason we are against suicide. We live because we are taught that living is the "in" thing. Wanting to die is a no-no. Silly notions we have, about ending a life. "Do we have the power to give life?", we ask to those who want to take their own. Just an insipid excuse. There's no real reason for asking people not to commit suicide but the fact that suicidal people are usually very sad. But what about the happy ones that want to end their lives? What about the ones that want to experience what death is like? Aren't we holding back from them what they really want? is it fair to deny the right of choice?

Im ready to leave. But I have no problems with staying either. I'm just asking both points of view to be respected equally.

One for the road

Take my whole life,
if you will.
What is one?
When I have a hundred more
to fill,
with blissful monotony,
infinite darkness, and
the stench of death util
I am
the boundless light.

-Michael "the madman" Thapa, Infinite darkness; Boundless light, 2003.