Faith is on the edge of all that we can ever know. The tension between the known and the unknown creates the playing field for scientific inquiry. The faithful tease the ardent free thinkers like an older sibling teases his or her younger sibling -- instilling a fierce form of competition and determinacy to prove the 'superior' wrong. In many ways religion and science are like siblings cut from the same cloth. Neither realize the significance of the other until they reach an age of maturity.

This is where I think the state of faith vs. scientific inquiry are at this point in history. The human airwaves are choking on dead end debates on religion vs. science. If both issues were on the same end of the court, the ball would not be reciprocated thus the game would be nonexistent. Both are key to the 'ultimate' explanation or what many scientists call the Theory of Everything. One can by no means supersede the other as more valid. Since faith depends more on the human imagination, it can be more manipulative towards dispelling facts of science. Perhaps we should re title the rivalry "tangibilities vs. intangibilities"?

one you can sense. the other you cannot. when was the last time you based a decision on something you couldn't sense? when was the last time you based a decision on something you could sense? the fact that intangibilities exist in the first place is a miracle. intangibilities exist to be discovered. just take this allegory: when we are first born, we may be already equipped to sense our surroundings but whether we do or not is dependent on our biological mental and physical development. the human infant is very aware of its surroundings even though it cannot directly perceive them.

being one human with eyes that can see is not the same as being humanity with eyes that cannot yet peer into the vast entireties of the universe and look God in the eyes. the human race can still be considered in its infancy. but like any young thing, it is instinctual for us to want to grow up far to fast and experience this exciting thing we call consciousnesses. we'll see when we are ready to see. not when we see fit.

the twilight,
was swallowed
by
dawn


my heart awoke
and yawned its first breath


my ear still pressed
against the cold surface,

i could hear the water of winter
neath me
swishing
like the blood through
the veins of a helpless prey
tight in the jaws of his successor

my heart wriggled
out of the grip
of Despair

and slithered
inconspicuously
towards shore

careful as not to break
the ice
which supported
my existence

careful as not to break
the existence
which supports
all that we falter in

Very often, we think.
But the impulsive actions that follows, KILLS.

;you get my hint...

...and i began to wonder,perhaps beginnings were meant to be endings in disguise.


when I can see thoughts
so gently
falling from your eyes

I try to save them
one by one
we tried to gather them
together

but they fell into the
sea of yesterday
before you took your bow
and stumbled off.



you can own
landscapes in my mind
snapshots of existence;
mental real estate

along a lake
aside the river
neath the bridge

all dimly lit
touched by twilight
your minds eye
peers so deeply into mine

tonight,
beneath the stars,
we were travelers
now,

we are just wanderers
where time is just a figment
of a disproportioned world.



echoes of my imagination
I wish they would bounce into oblivion

I am the transcendent soul felt through the flesh.
I am the continuance of touch in a gaze.
I am the danger of soaking up too much sun.
I am the amorphous passage of time

I am the surrender of imagination ceaselessly to wonder.
I am.



This is a strange and fucked up feeling. Calm and smooth, cold and collected like water still as a pain of glass. This feeling is something perpetual, sustaining and sublime. In words exchanged it takes a form something solid yet faded. Blurred around the edges, unknown but understood. Never truly whole, a broken vision of something you know so well… someone you know so well. Never well enough.

In a world filled with deaf ears where cries of anger and pain fall silent and whispers are never heard I hear you. I can see you, hear you, and if you’d let me I’d reach out to touch you… What a blessing this is this silence, so that your voice may travel uninterrupted and your thoughts and stories may flow from those thin red lips you’ve stretched to this most impressive smirk. This is something I’d always felt and never seen, embodied only in your heart as I hear it from you for the first and the millionth time. As you speak and I reply this conversation grows and perpetuates itself. And, no longer still, the water has been rippled. The movement has begun with just one tiny drop into the center of this pool and it grows into a torrent, like the wings of a butterfly cuing a tsunami a world away. A whirlpool spinning out of control leading into blackness the deepness of my soul. Then from this rocky bank I am cast to drown within my travels. As this water drags me towards suffocation I know only that I am not going to die. I know I will not die. I will surface from this water, lungs aching, on the other side. Cold and wet, I know this journey will not kill me. I will be left beaten, bruised, scarred and disfigured until I am nothing like what I used to be. I can see you on the bank as you shake your head and smile.

“May we be lucky enough to see each other find happiness."

This whirlpool drops me on my knees on dry land, and I make my way through the darkness that is un-discovered.

Because it took so long to find my way again.
Only to realise...perhaps not,afterall.

how freaking hot. I like =)
woots!

magnifique...

Portentous


all too often
what I imagine
will materialize.

it is dangerous
when such a curious girl
dares to dream drastically
and mentally toys with matters
made of glass.

so often seen as perplexed
running scenarios through her head
she can only softly smile,
and say, with a chuckle,
how daft
such delusions.

only to lift her head
and watch with wide eyes
as the entire reverie
plays out
with an alarming amount
of attention to detail

am I a prophetess
visualizing
holy moments to come
or am I the author
creating the storyline
prior to actualization?

and what control does one
really have
when destiny is determined
merely by fancy
with no regard
to how irrational
and fleeting
such intangible thoughts may be?

how dangerous
to play
with fantasy.

by the time you question the impossibilities...
it has already begun.

Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody whatcha here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!


Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
make you fall real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
Wish you never ever met her at all!


And when she walks, she walks with passion
when she talks, she talks like she can handle it
when she asks for something, boy, she means it
even if you never ever seen it
everybody get your necks to crack around
all you crazy people come on jump around
you doing anything to keep her by your side
because she said she love you, love you long time!


Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
make you fall real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
Wish you never ever met her at all!


Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
make you fall real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
Wish you never ever met her at all!

NO!
Never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!


She's a man eater
A maneater
She's a man eater
A maneater
She's a man eater
A maneater