tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59513393817647034072012-01-16T09:00:13.840-08:00A little clockwork train, to entertain our minds...Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-45967985946746373072012-01-16T02:23:00.000-08:002012-01-16T02:25:57.732-08:00As I strum the strings of eternity,<br />Waiting to hear its melodies play...<br /><br />I stood there like an ape in modernity,<br />Stroking a fire in on a ever so darker day...<br /><br />I know now it was my life, your ubiquity,<br />Is the only constant to stay...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-4596798594674637307?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-14601581429497707472009-03-21T22:45:00.000-07:002009-03-21T22:49:45.537-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Just like an old man engaged,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">in a lonely war against immortality...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">When face to face with death,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">happily gives in to its shallow brutality.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-1460158142949770747?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-80291681334905917262009-02-28T00:34:00.000-08:002009-02-28T00:43:12.966-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Tyranny without force...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">endless flight of stairs...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">bullet without a target...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">men without the sins...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">promises not broken...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">leaving without a last wish.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">That's Hope.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-8029168133490591726?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-71553776750444383332009-02-07T07:47:00.000-08:002009-02-07T07:49:42.875-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Curtains up...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Pain...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Severed cord...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Submissive lord...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Abject addiction...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Servile determination...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mournful survival...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Pain...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Curtains down.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-7155377675044438333?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-24032215532902438892009-01-31T06:43:00.000-08:002009-01-31T07:01:14.671-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >Welcome to my dream theatre,<br />to meet your reprobative death...<br />Hoist the sun of my twilight,<br />to dismantle its sanity...<br /><br />Kill me time and again,<br />in moments of serendipity...<br />Annihilate the existence of logic,<br />judging the presence of my soul...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-2403221553290243889?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-15707527601556242222008-12-12T05:14:00.000-08:002008-12-12T05:24:15.386-08:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Trebuchet MS&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;font-family:&quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sometimes we wonder what all this means. The purpose, the reason for our existence. Whether we’re just slaves to a master or are we masters for all those things we blame or claim in the name of destiny.</span></span></span><span style="Trebuchet MS&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;font-family:&quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nature has a strange way of her own. The human mind has a way of its own. But the question is, are we caught in a predicament that these entities cause, or is there a deeper and truer meaning to all this? Are these entities nothing but the lighter, and ironically, as we want them to be, the higher side of an unbalanced see-saw?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The problem in looking for the answers is that we only look for what we want to see. Seeing is believing - and we all want to believe. After all, it is the way of the nature or, I daresay, the way of the mind to demystify everything, whether complex or simple, into, as we would like to believe, simpler parts. But the truth is that most of the greatest inventions and discovery were made by chance, and not some scientific and well-planned studies. And Lady Luck always favours the obsessed.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style=" Trebuchet MS&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;font-family:&quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The obsession far exceeds the academic brilliance or the riches that the world has to offer. It is what keeps us alive. And it is for that obsession that we have to exist.</span></span></span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-1570752760155624222?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-60816925312436713172008-10-30T01:05:00.000-07:002008-10-30T01:10:16.566-07:00Losing out the race for the world on sale,<br />tears that froze, nolens volens down the face...<br />The silent cry, the loud scream for you,<br />Fell like a feather on your blind ears...<br /><br />Reaching up, out to the stars,<br />the screaming phantoms hold no bar...<br />Many deaths died on my route,<br />to the blurred reflection, so crude...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-6081692531243671317?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-52728525400227411382008-10-13T10:50:00.000-07:002008-10-13T10:51:31.579-07:00Switching on the mescal button,<br />to be influenced by the moon light...<br />With no war here, can the peace be marred,<br />You sat right next to me, and yet so far...<br /><br />The turntables moved faster<br />as the time moved on,<br />the hands, they took me closer,<br />closer to the stars...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-5272852540022741138?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-56653675755219039972008-09-11T21:22:00.000-07:002008-09-11T21:25:14.612-07:00When there's nowhere to run,<br />can I direct myself chasing that sun?<br />Insolated... exhausted... I turned around,<br />to face the dark and real underground...<br /><br />When there was nowhere to left to live,<br />and the world had only pain to give...<br />Terrorized... Petrified... I succumbed,<br />to the splinters of feelings, numbed...<br /><br />When there was no one to meet,<br />and emptiness engulfed every street...<br />Lonely... By myself... I cried, I wept,<br />the tears were the only company left...<br /><br />When there was light to shine,<br />and I dreamt of making you mine...<br />Unrequited... Extirpated... I died inside,<br />with your memories unchained by my side...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-5665367575521903997?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951339381764703407.post-11739980490006450422008-09-05T11:28:00.000-07:002008-09-05T11:42:35.183-07:00Straying into a dream with you,<br />darkness creeping deep within too...<br />A new alter ego was born,<br />when the dark sun shone...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951339381764703407-1173998049000645042?l=autopsychography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00218099503097372651noreply@blogger.com2