Out of Gamut

•4 February 2012 • 1 Comment

Sad is this day, the day we all got used to the limited virtual colour range, all we see now is sRGB tagged, and all we hold has a best-matching Pantone cloned -again- especially for it… We have an entire new generation that cannot see beyond 16 million colours, and thinks that Amber is the pale orange-yellow shade they see on their iPads…

“Rich” and “Vivid” are what we see when we push the saturation and brightness levels up to +100… We break our surroundings down into their RGB values yet always fail to recreate the shapes, we block the sun rays with our expensive shades, and desaturate chlorophyll to match our cheap printer’s CMYK colour profile. We’ve lost our shadows and dropped them behind gradient squares and badly-crafted lines of code, we’ve sacrificed the hot summer air in exchange for the recycled smog we get from our A/C’s, and gave up our 4-hours game of football for a 15-minute match with virtual hogs and motionless sloths, gulping gallons of acidic flavoured water and devouring mashed corpses of birds and other insects fried or grilled with a choice of one of three indifferent artificial chemicals.

What else have we left for the little monkeys inheriting our dumpsters and dead-ends? What is it that matters, that we have left for the unborn poets to ponder upon, and the stillborn dreams to nurture in? Why do we even bother breathe? Why is it so hard to lift your head up and check the starless sky for one more time? Why is he staring at us? And why is he laughing? Why is it so cold withinside? And when does the whole sick game end?…

H.Q.
3:13
Sat, 4th Feb. 2012

Under Moonless Skies I Reign…

•16 January 2012 • Leave a Comment

I am the Shadow Walker, roaming the land of the living, lurking in corners, hiding in caves and wandering under moonless skies… I live through your fear, feeding on your hate, and thriving on your negative thoughts… I cling to your nightmares like a reverse hook to an unwary fish, sucking all hope and draining your will to live through invisible wounds and once-forgotten scars…

Beware the night, for it belongs to him, he who walks the shadows, he who kills the light, he who embraces darkness and enslaves all that breathes… He who owns the lives of all but his…

Beware the night, for evil walks the darkness…

H.Q.
14:14
Mon. 16 Jan. 2012

quae decollarus ad somnium…

•3 January 2012 • Leave a Comment

What is it if it’s not for the few, the genuine, the genius, the mis-employed, the forlorn talents waiting in patience for the day to come, for the misinformed, hollow, brainwashed, tasteless, consumptive, over-appreciated, over-paid and narcissistic masses of sheep to notice them…

We are the silent masters, we watch them fail and slowly fall as we laugh in secrecy, we know it isn’t but a waste of time, for when the time shall come they all shall kneel on their digitally-crippled knees asking for the magical recipe for fire… And then, my brothers, we shall rise to burn again, from our ashes, from the spider webs covering our wings, from the rotten thoughts and slimy dribble dripping off their stagnant minds… The Phoenix is not a myth, the Phoenix is not a dream, the Phoenix is not a lie, the Phoenix is not dead; I’ve seen it with my own blind eyes, but the mirror shattered for it could not withstand the heat…

H.Q.
IV:XIV a.m.
dies martis, ante diem II Nonas Ianuarius, anno MMDCCLXV a.U.c

Unter Schnee

•8 December 2011 • 2 Comments

God kid… It’s snowing as if it doesn’t want me to ever leave… It was snowing since 20:00 yesterday… then never stopped but for minutes; only to bring more snow and cover the whole town… I really wish you could come here… Right Now… I’ve never seen such beauty since 1992…
Suddenly all your childhood memories come alive on a fragile white stage… Weird, how a deaf cold layer of crushed ice could bring such warmth to the heart of a dead crow.

H.Q.
12:51:00
30/01/2008

Of Flesh, Rain and Fire

•8 December 2011 • Leave a Comment

And still the rain comes down to wash all our sins… 14 hours nonstop… And we’re yet unclean.
Maybe water isn’t pure enough… Maybe God should’ve used fire…

H.Q.
2:50:41
21 Nov. 2007

…And Still I Wait

•26 November 2011 • 1 Comment

I’m sorry Raven… I’ve passed your words to someone who shouldn’t have known of them… But it’s not easy…

I’m sorry…

Those words shall now be sealed, if they are to ever be spoken again then it shall only be when they’re given back to you…

I’m searching in my daydreams for the future of your reality, and all I see is blood, mutants, shattered faces trying to keep me away from the truth… I don’t trust them, I did never trust anyone but those in black feather….. I’ve got the scrolls, the old texts, they’re safe in me…

Take me out of here

How to Score in Rugby: A Blind Man’s Guide Dog to a Pile of Smelly Sweating Sticky Bodies of Ogres and Other Foolish Blind Men

•27 October 2011 • Leave a Comment

Well, the score is counted by how many sheep you jump over in a row of fifteen, multiplied by the number of broken legs minus the number of teeth left in your upper jaw, divide them by x which is derived from the equation  and you get the primordial equivalent of a 3D Sudoku squared by the rooted distance from the Sun at the relevant time of scoring… Oh, and there’s the ball, you kick it when you’re happy and you get a bunch of blokes jumping all over your head trying to make a jack-o-lantern out of it… But that’s a whole different story… I think that one is called a wicket? Dunno… I’m not that good at tennis :\…

When the Heart Decides to Fail…

•23 October 2011 • 1 Comment

… Is when the mind decides to take the lead.

Emotions interweave with a momentary loss of vision, as they draw paths of their own, swerving away from a destination once set by a knowing, all-seeing, conscious mind; on which it struggles not to drift astray. But then you try to push it and then push it more, and ultimately fall into a sudden wake of the self, it leaves you out there, emotionless, a naked mechanical skeleton exposed to the eyes of a species to which you’ve never belonged. And then you try not to lie, for you have meant no harm, but end up doing more harm than what your lies would’ve caused, you try to use logic, for now the brain is master, but you find out that those who demand it are those who are hurt the most by it. So now you’re standing there, not knowing what else to do, for in every move you do you’re breaking wings, in every step you make you’re shattering mirrors, and in every word you say you’re disfiguring faces once ablythe; and now you’re dubbed a beast, a catastrophic mess of an unholy creation, for you have succeeded to ruin every beautiful thing you’ve ever cared to keep, and break every precious soul you’ve ever wanted to please, and no matter how hard you try to make it right, your words are failing you once more, choosing to add more to the misery you’ve never meant to create…

And then you wish that everyone was as simple as you are… I am here, and I won’t go nowhere… I tried, and I tried more and yet I failed again… I am what I am, a defect miscreation of an imperfect God, take me for what I haven’t chosen to be, and I would promise you nothing, nothing but an everlasting memory in a dying brain, nothing but a promise that you would be left unquestioned once you’re tired of this old owl, nothing but a fluctuation of anxiety and sudden bursts of manic laughter, nothing but a few smiles and a lake of tears, nothing but an honest word that would hurt you and hurt you again if you don’t give up this selfishness of a human nature and instinct-driven canister of selfish genes… I’ve never demanded a single thing from an alien soul, and I never will, all I had to offer was this chaotic mess I am, I don’t belong to anyone, I don’t belong to any place, I’m only alive for I know I’ll soon be dead, and that’s where I truly belong…

Until then, I am here to stay…

H.Q.
12:37
Sunday, 23 October 2011

This My Hades…

•12 October 2011 • 1 Comment

You, on the other side of the night, my newborn morning has been announced dead on arrival, and my tomorrow has already been rendered wasted…

Reason helps not those with anger, sanity helps not those in pain, only the loss of patience can bring you change, as dreams forgone open wide the gates for hate to conquer, taking over this my faceless innocence, unleashing my Cerberean self to spew out fire into the hull of the soulless shells of them; the ignorant illiterates; controlling the wheels in motion…

Yet it all ends somehow —that I know, thus I wait…

H.Q.
00:56
Wed. 12th Oct. 2011

9/11: Ten Years of Collateral Damage…

•11 September 2011 • Leave a Comment

I still remember that day quite clearly, as it was one or two days before the first school day of my last year in high school, I remember waking up to my brother’s voice, I looked at the scene and it took us all quite a while to understand what was really happening… It was very shocking, and it was so real, we were all frozen in front of the TV screen… We wanted to believe it was only an accident, but then the second plane hit and cleared all the doubts… We knew something very wrong was taking place, we knew lots of lives were being lost… We only didn’t know that this is only the beginning of a new era of fear, an era where even more innocent lives are going to be taken, and a new tyranny is ruling the world we once knew…

The US invasion of Iraq and Iraqi refugees fleeing to Syria have had a deep impact onto the well-being of the economy, demography, education and the quality of life and even the sanity of the nation, as the influx of refugees counted in millions brought with it a new language to the streets, new traditions, AIDS, weapons, racism, radicalism, and a sudden rise of prices of commodities, fuel, food and accommodation which was easily absorbed by the Iraqi families as they had a much better financial condition to start with, not counting the thieves and criminals taking advantage of the chaos of the war and stealing large amounts of money, cars and gold and running away to Syria to live a life of kings, while Syrian families had to suffer more trying to catch up with the skyrocketing prices being doubled or tripled for food and basics of life, and up to five to ten times more for accommodation, and then it started taking a downhill curve when Iraqis started buying properties and taking over businesses once owned by Syrians, bringing in their own workforce and adding to the unemployment of the Syrian people which was already too high…

All that, and we haven’t even started talking about what Arabs in general and Muslims had to go through and still do every second when it comes to the freedom of travelling, tourism, working, studying abroad, and even moving in their own towns or visiting their own families overseas, and the horrible cases of discrimination that we had to go through even when we were clearly not Muslims, which some friends had to go through even though they were Christians! And of course, the increased security measures taken by all countries and the screaming invasion of privacy and freedom on all levels all over the world under the name of national security and fighting terrorism…

Some might say that the USA was bitten by the snake they raised, but the truth is, this snake had eggs waiting to hatch, and what they needed was a tiny bit of hate and heat, generously supplied by speeches of prejudice, falling bombs and burning grounds, now the descendants of the first snake are running amok around the globe, bringing hate, death and destruction to every child on every corner, slaughtering smiles, hopes and dreams. And now the whole world is paying the price for a world-wide war started by a handful few blinded by made-up religious fanaticism and oil-fuelled political greed…

Terrorism knows no boundaries, and has no religion, and the best proof is the last massacre in Utøya, and as long as it’s fought with fire it will only keep getting stronger, which is what politicians and arm dealers are working hand in hand to make sure is the case, for they want people to cower silently in fear, watching their rights being shot down one by one, as more weapons are being manufactured and more are being sold to the very enemy we are fighting.

But it has always been this way, an endless greed and an unstoppable crushing force in search for money and power is leading the world to an imminent fall… But this has to end now… And I know that only you and I can make it happen… And only we can make a change…

Blessed be the dead… R.I.P.

H.Q.
Sunday
13:04
September 11, 2011

Reposting a Reposted Post

•5 September 2011 • 1 Comment

I’m counting seconds as I watch myself counting seconds… I know it will take time, but I’m enjoying every single instant of it…

There are fires that need to be put out first, once the blinding heat turns into a calming cool breeze, the clock will strike thirteen, and two minds will unite into a pen, as two hearts unite into a shining bright sheet of recycled paper, and there, history will be recreated, and a new surreal story of fives and squirrel wings will be sketchpadded… <3

H.Q.
9:44
Sep. 5th 2011

Stop This…

•7 August 2011 • 7 Comments

she’s here…
I can feel it…
I even have trails of a memory from the last two days…
But then she’s not…
Yet I’m sure she is here…
As if I was crossing into another dimension…
A parallel world… Where she exists…
I can vaguely remember her…
Something is trying to break into my brain…
I can feel it behind me…
And I know it shall strike soon…
I just know I was happy…
But I don’t really know who she is…
I’m waking myself up in my wake…
She’s a heaviness on my heart and in my brain…
I don’t want to sleep for she’s not in my dreams…
My memory is failing me again…
As my space is limited by my own monsters…
This is what I mean…
And it makes no sense to me…
Yet I’m sure she’s here…

We, The Dead…

•1 August 2011 • Leave a Comment

For “WE” are the ones crying afar…
Our swords are made of words, words that wounds not the deaf…
We have no wings nor have we got them rides…
Our Valkyries are frozen tears, drying up at the heat of blazing cannons…
Our horses are dreams of a stillborn hope, slaughtered at the altars of filth and greed…

Death is only real for we have chosen to embrace it, but for them…
It shalt not be but an eternal shame and an endless pain beyond the seven depths of Hell…

Then for those it is but a wish… For death now hovers above headless children and towerless temples… The smell of flesh and the warmth of blood only draws a nearer end for the slaughter…

But Death serves not the fearless souls of the free, for the blade of the tyrant aghast he obeys…

Death comes to him who fears him not… And him we all shall praise… Glory to the dead…

H.Q.
01:30
Mon 01/08/2011

The Flawless Shame…

•25 July 2011 • Leave a Comment

Regurgitating broken verses and half-cooked misspellings…
Ruminating a decade-old poem over a rotten fake reminiscence…
What have you left for the crows?
What have you left for them beasts of the night?

Abusing an ill inspiration to set your feelings ablaze…
She was nothing but a glitch… And you were nothing but a tool…

If I would turn back in time… I would point the barrel to the eye again…
And then I’ll cower… Just like you did… And I’ll leave me to your shame…

You’ve never meant anything to me…
You’ve never been but a shell…
A shell I’m forced to wear, everyday before I wish for an end…

I wish I pulled the trigger…

2:00
Mon. 25/07/11
H.Q. – R.I.P.

The Decapitated Truth…

•24 July 2011 • Leave a Comment

A dead doll on my floor… A chaotic resemblance of an infernal sparrow… It bleeds triangles over an alien womb… I stare hollow into the flat void… And I wait…

What have I done wrong?…

 
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