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2
July


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obedience and light to fill this empty heart...
3
White Round Thing
Neither/Nor
Some Soren
Malle
Dear Dreary
Victim or
However starting today, I am to give one hour of my time to assist the IT department. This is however a ploy, a sleazy tactic. Pretty soon I’ll be working for both departments. I am after all an avid reader of books pertaining of manipulation, conspiracy and sleazy tactics. Not wanting to boast, I too have the ability to glare at a person and read his mind. Some people think that I am awesome.
C
/*instead of learning though due to the current incapability to learn*/
/*I bring you this*/
/*Comments, comments, comments*/
Preprocessor, #include libraries
Main (), Int main (), main void (), void main (),
{{{ }}}
Functions called by other functions,
Arguments, multiple arguments, parentheses,
Brain paralysis, brain dead, static now stagnant,
Still, unproductive, motivation tumbling downhill,
Boss’s footsteps approaching, fear now lurking,
Compilers, functions, declarations, variables…
Statements must end with;
Semicolon, colonoscopy, painful memories,
If (understand ) {
Printf (“hooray!”);
Else (still don’t understand)
Printf (“read again and again”);
}
Scanf, scanf, can of ass,
User defined functions?!!
Curly brackets, int, char, double, float, count, if, else, while…
Modifiers: short, long, signed, unsigned…???
Arrays, trays, erase, oh God I pray!
Loop, loop, loop, aloof, aloof, lost and going in loops,
Statements, values, confusions, conducive to concussions,
Heartaches, nerds, geeks, make me one of you;
Int long, int short, int long long,
Once upon an integer,
\n \n \n ,\t,\\, print a back slash,
%d, %s, %c, %x,%u,%%,
>, <, ==, <=, =>;
Printf, printf, printf;
Lower case, upper case
For (a=1; a <= 5; a = a + 1)
{
For (b=1; b <= a; b = b + 1)
Printf(“%d”, a);
Printf(“\n”);
}
Output:
Error, Error,ERROR!
Oh the horror!
Though the optimist,
The protagonist will continue…
To endeavour…with hope however...? :)
Close the doors to fantasies,
Shallowness and superficialities,
Ingrained it is in societies,
The men and women,
Programmed and clayed,
Brainwashed and molded,
Into stereotyping puppetries.
The ways of your fathers proven unworthy,
Sad and unhappy the world in entirety,
Living in luxury,
Yet peace? Alone but misery,
The world…
Poverty, disparity and adversity,
We pray not to stray from the straight path,
Yet we let our dreams pave a disastrous path.
Stop the oppressions,
First from within,
Turn off the TVs,
The world and all its glory,
No longer in his to do list,
The masses wake up!,
It is time to light up,
The poor must rise up,
Sincerity in every breath,
The end to disparity…
Emerges through piety.
Nurture
I Rant
The days, daze & maze
Worry—eat curry, scurry…no, not in a hurry! Soon all those memories, pointless to bury, infatuated with happiness yet best friends with misery and his friend named dreary, just like dairy, a defense mechanism actually, one that has now failed and taken over, no longer steady, the boat shaky, the defense flaky. The path is slippery, one slip and there goes his soul in entirety. What is the future, what is the world, when hauntingly it appears as if scums, idiots are in control of the world and it appears as though animals in human forms are in control of the lives of yours and mine…or at least, the lives we believe to be mine and yours?
How untrustworthy, ‘the next day will come by shining’, they say with a smile and a frown, yet they know not what tomorrow has been planned for thee, verily they too are plotters, yet re-assuredly he said, ‘there is no re-assurance’. Maybe I should get some insurance? Now, now I can anticipate negligence and get through accidents with assurance. Such is the world, pleasant not for the peasants...who can’t afford even insurance, only faith in the omnipotent.
Gloat arrogantly, why not? I only have a goatee, so I’ll remain timid with whatever self-worthy left instilled in me, murky—under waters where is this thing called self worth? Who decides on worth or self-worthiness? The pigs or the ones governing them? Self praise, now that’s something I am acquainted with, when there is no praise, the self tries to accept itself and creates empathy, empty empathies, a day dreamer, hallucinating made-up fantasies, picturing praises from those deluded wide in numbers. Hedonists, hard workers, hard to party…doctors’ who are heart-dead, reviving hearts, beating once again, a piece of meat, no light, none of the sort…only the rulers of the world, the hearts are dead, priorities widespread, a calamity, that’s what it is, beating hearts devoid of a light that transcends; one that brings about not benevolence…what upraising? Shrouded are the hearts with shreds of greed and dark entities.
Tied to a pole, hung to a trunk, stretched out entirely, they look at him appraisingly, what do they know? Nothing, not even aware of the fact that they’re only in abundance with deficiencies. His eyes sunken, he smelled of a skunk to the people whose hearts are hard like dry dungs...He smiled to a girl passing by, what boldness! He is stilled with desire, a man without self-worthy yet cursed as a man who awakens upon sensing a scent from the heavens, his sunken eyes emitted with life. The girl then looked at him she smiled back, his heart immediately enveloped by warmth, comfort and nice. He was about to open his mouth, she stopped him with her hand, she picked up a stone and threw it to his groin. She stood closer now, observing the man in pain and then she smiled again, the man deluded by her scent, felt obliged to please her, so he tried his best to make a smile. Such is the man, gentle and kind and obviously blind with no mind.
Tomorrow! Nay the near future, the far future, a child then a teen, insufficiency in entirety; grateful not from what you can see and now an adult who is trapped in adolescency, what is puberty? In my search for answers, meanings, wisdom amidst deficiencies, now I am facing my demise? Fret not for the path hath been found, now-now not a man who is re-born, but more like a blind man without his stick, trying to surpass the world and its murky grounds, guarded by hounds and heavy thorns.
Paradox
Shouts and shrieks,
The eyes opens with dread,
Stressed and afraid,
Solemn widespread,
Alone I dread,
Fellow minds are not great,
Too simple to akin as comrade,
It’s just difficult to associate,
Isolated I dread,
Though the people widespread,
All I see are inbreds.
Humiliated and disgraced,
Humility ingrained,
I open my arms to comrades,
They regard me not as compatriot,
They gaze and discriminate.
Though they in the slums,
They smile and acknowledge,
The sun shines equally unto everyone,
The rain drops blesses everyone,
But the people;
They see differences,
As to deviate,
So to disparate.
Mankind sullen,
Man, I am solemned,
Like a dry flower I am withering,
Watching life pass by,
Paving the path to indifference,
A scavenger who hath lost appetite,
The sun has lost its bright,
The moon has lost its pride,
The stars no longer take strides,
Save, save for the faith that lies in his chest,
Instilling Prevalence to the one who is dead.