New Text Document

•May 15, 2016 • 1 Comment

(Originally written on a text file)

This was a new text document
A blank slate
A void
There was nothing written on it
Until now
After my keystrokes
Paints letters upon it
Deflowering it
Is one so ugly
If one is not pure?
Is purity based on being unused?
Is it not better instead
If we base purity on goodness?
On kindness?
On bravery?
On truth?
On justice?
On the pursuit of innocent happiness?
Then we can all
With time and effort
Become pure
And all those who judge
Will become the impure
After all a new text document
Is nothing but a blank slate
It has potential to become anything
But with content
It bears a greater meaning
A story
An evolution of thought
A model of life itself

Hello 2016

•May 9, 2016 • 1 Comment

It’s almost mid-2016 and I have not written anything since December 2015. How sad! It’s hard to get into the flow of writing just like that. So what I’m going to do today is to just ramble on, opening up the pathways in the brain and getting in the flow of words. It’s kinda like shadowboxing early in the morning. You start a bit slow with sloppy awkward combos, but in about 30 seconds you’re in the flow of the movement and everything starts to come naturally.

Don’t you sometimes find yourself waiting for the opportune mindset to get something done, and yet that opportune mindset never comes so you just end up procrastinating? Happens to me often. It’s a dangerous habit and it has caused me much pain and loss in the past.

I read recently that motivation is good, but discipline is better. I’ve tried this concept out and it definitely works. If you set a time for a task and start working on it regardless of your motivation levels and how good you feel doing it, I notice that after a bit of time, you tend to fall into the flow of it naturally, and your motivation levels rise as a result.

I’ve seen this practically applied in my martial arts training. In some evenings I really don’t feel like training. The days work weighs heavily down on me, and the anxiety about deadlines and the challenges of tomorrow makes me feel like I’m moving slowly underwater. On such days, I don’t feel like going for training and want to curl up and sleep (or browse mindlessly on the internet) on my bed instead.

I’ve given into these feelings in the past, and doing so has left me feeling even more unsatisfied and anxious, because it doesn’t really solve my problems, and I found myself getting progressively worse at martial arts. So for the past few months I’ve decided that however I feel about the day, I am going to attend my martial arts training. It was actually quite difficult for a few months since I kept getting my ass kicked by everyone, but slowly the tides started to change and I found myself getting better.

I think this is a concept that can be applied for all parts of life. Discipline over motivation.

Damn, I wish I realized this in school! I also wish I knew Jiu Jitsu in school. But such thoughts are wishful thinking and wishful thinking is for idiots.

So let’s move onward in this glorious 2016, with discipline!

Check out what former Navy Seal Jocko Willink has to say about Discipline

Irritated

•December 20, 2015 • Leave a Comment

It’s been a week now

My head burns no more

Yet my throat still does

The windpipes moan in pain

Irritated airways

Contract and expand

As I cough up more phlegm

This is sickness

A certainty in life

Everyone else is out there improving

Having fun in the sun

Beautiful people becoming more beautiful

Strong people becoming more strong

Smart people becoming more smart

And I’m sitting here

Pissed off

Sick

Typing shitty poetry

On my WordPress

Flower Plucker

•July 7, 2015 • 1 Comment

There you are

A new Flower in The Garden

To pluck or not to pluck?

I wonder

You smell so good

You look so good

I want to pluck you so bad

I ponder

If I pluck you once

Can I pluck you again?

I would pluck you all day if I could

(image credits: http://free-wallpaper.at-web.org/)

City Lights

•May 7, 2015 • 2 Comments

I still remember that day

When I held you close

Looking at the city lights

We were content

We were happy

We were in love

But I knew at that moment

That you will go away

One day

Just like everyone else

And as I predicted

Now it is just me today

Standing alone

Looking at the city lights

I am content

I am happy

But I am not in love

(image credits: nightskyhunter.com)

Vuvuzela Vesak

•May 5, 2015 • 1 Comment

Blaring, their insane sound

Banned at games, yet still legal

On the streets, round and round

The vuvuzelas scream, brutal

My ears, my tender ears

Why must we endure

This insanity grinds my gears

On a day meant to be pure

A day that He the most revered

Was born, enlightened and passed away

Has been by noise, desecrated

Become a carnival of irreverent play

He taught us to be humble, not proud

He taught us to be mindful, not careless

But instead we have become so loud

On His special day, so heedless

Blaring loud-speakers, comical masks

Screaming vuvuzelas, roadside fights

“Is this truly the Vesak spirit?” the Wise asks

Gone is the once beautiful festival of lights

(image credits: beyondholidaysrilanka.com)

You Lazy Fucker (explicit)

•May 3, 2015 • 1 Comment

“You Lazy Fucker”

“All you do is sleep”

“All you do is eat”

“Wasting time”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Fuck you”

“You Lazy Fucker”

“All you do is waste your life”

“All you do is nothing”

“Go fuck yourself”

“You lazy piece of shit”

“Why don’t you just kill yourself?”

“You Lazy Fucker”

(image credits: hamsterdam415.wordpress.com)

 
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