ShadyOne's Escaped Poetry

קראתי לי על יפאן המודרנית על מלחמת בושין שבה נלחמו 120,000 איש ונהרגו רק 3,500. כך אמר הכתוב. ואני גירדתי בראשי, לרגע חשתי תחושת הקלה. "לא נורא". אך אז נזכרתי כי לאותם מעטים שנפלו נגמר העולם.

Humans need clear borders, or so it is known since the dawn of time. Without them, they take liberties which make them fit for crime. But a limited human ? look at them. They are quite benign. Take the end from the human's outlook and you have made him into an empty book. Put an end in front, and you will see him toil with zeal with lust for he knows - he must. We start living, when we realize we will die, tells philosophy. And she does not lie. But why is it that death does not suffice  ? that in addition to that personal annihiliation, humans add group tragedies, the fruit of their imagination ? I think that the answer is clear, simple and sad - deep in our heart, we all know that our civilization is already dead. But why, Instead of striving to give life to a new alternative from the ash we are thriving on the images of our presumed fall and crash ? Is it that we have no faith in our abilities ? Is it that we fear of a worse alterna...

It has been ages since the last time. So M-U-C-H t- i- m- e Has Passed that I no longer really remember. How does it feel ? Is it R-E-A-L-L-Y Real ? Sometimes, obsessing about it, is such an ordeal that I just wish there was some kind of a pill to make this infinite need sum up into some form of nil. But some parts of ourselves are not that easy to kill. Once more, my soul's refusal to kneel before Mundanity's grill makes my spine chill, for I - no other - shall pay the resulted bill. But as the sight of that other path, overflowed by the bulk blocks my throat with a metaphorical chunk I seem to have no other choice but to debunk to rejoice and to find my own voice. It has been ages since the last time. But the next time will be different. All rights reserved to  Cha Plan Sha 

my internet connection suddenly died  When your connection dies no virtual friend shall hear your cries. No lol, smile or google search shall bring upon a link to earth. The virtual surfer's loneliness has no limits and no bounds. One moment you were within humanity's online wave, the other, once again, you are an outcast, like a knave, or worse, as if thrown to your grave. No longer a part of the race's gestalt one's digital being brought to a halt. Every man is once again a lonely island, when the ocean of communications is split, and the darkness of past ages covers everywhere that used to be lit. All rights reserved to  Cha Plan Sha 

XKCD, the great webcomic, suggests another original way to revolutionize our life, and end our current way of life, Forever -  (XKCD licensed this  under a  Creative Commons  Attribution-NonCommercial 2.5  License ) .  Personally, this comic-strip reminds me of Tori Amos' great song, "Crucify " ( lyrics ):

To end or not to end ? to end, to blend ? is there a difference, right there, at the end ? to end, to bend ? is there a difference, if there is no cure, one's memory to mend ? to end, to rend ? is there a difference, too damn busy, yourself to fend ? what won't humanity do, to avoid thinking of it's end ? we vend, we wend, we send, sometimes, we cast our destiny in sand, and our personality we yend, but after all is done or said, what are you doing with your time, except for death to pend ? All rights reserved to  Cha Plan Sha 

It wasn't a comet neither a star just a neutron flying afar . The nuclei before him knew not its ahead and before anyone understood we were all dead . No longer  particle or wave , without matter to adhere or enslave, a strange state of being - without any must  - Free - at last . All rights reserved to  Cha Plan Sha 

As I was leafing through Google's materials regarding its new privacy policy , I was sadly thinking about the diminishing concept of privacy. With Facebook slowly sending its tentacles everywhere  and communication companies eavesdropping shamelessly , it seems we must choose between modern life and privacy, and that the choice is being made for us. There used to be times when privacy was a right. But it is clear that sooner, this no longer shall be true. No more. Soon enough, keeping our data to ourselves shall be considered illegitimate. And not too long afterwards, it will probably become a felony. Is it possible that it might be better for our civilization to end at the end of 2012 ? That we start again, a lot less of us, but with a greater commitment to the sound principles of humanity ? Maybe only one rule is required: a complete and utter prohibition on corporations ? Yes, I know. People will tell you that corporations are a necessity of modern econo...

As the Webcomic XKCD phrased so subtly and well  -  (XKCD licensed this under  a  Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.5 License ).  2012 may be the last year. Ever. One minute for rationale speech: Yes, I do know that the perception of the 21/12/2012 as the LAST DAY of the MAYAN Calendar is wrong, and it is actually an indication for a change of eons, an end of the 13th Baktun and the beginning of the 14th Baktun, all a part of the great cycle of the Mayan Calendar long count . Now lets get back to having fun: 2012 may be the last year. Ever. Think about it. What would you like to do in this last year of the universe ? What wouldn't you like to do ? As it seems like a very potent line of pondering, I intend to revisit it during the year, in an attempt to create a cycle of songs dealing with the last year notion. It would be quite like last year's " poetry of the snuffles " cycle (in hebrew), a cycle which I hope shall not be rev...

When at night I walk slowly down the sidewalk with my steps making the only sound and darkness the entire world surrounds I will not turn around to see who follows light  for I know it is probably  just a bird of night. The real cause is that I fear for a monster might be near. Without me looking, without me hearing, Without my knowing, it might not be. And thus if I can help myself bad omens,  atrocities,  signs and proofs are all ignored like mere silly spoofs. I sit aside,  and in my news I hide.   reality may not disturb the comfort and security of my dreams curb.  All rights reserved to  Cha Plan Sha 

אמר החזאי אמר החזאי והותירני מודאג. לא התרכזתי אז כשדיבר, ועכשיו אינני בטוח במה להיזכר. לא שכחתי. לא הקשבתי. כבר איני בטוח עוד. רק אדע - מחר יהיה גשום אך שטוף שמש, יירדו זלעפות, יטפטף, גם  תזרח החמה, יהיה מעונן ובהיר, ואולי  חם, ממש כמו בגיהינום, או שאולי דווקא נקפא כולנו, כמו אותו המקום, אי-אז בעתיד שעבר. מחר יהיה טוב, יהיה רע, יהיה גם בערך. אולי לא כך ולא כך, אלא דווקא אחרת. מחר יהיה, אמר החזאי. והותירני  לבד. 

די כבר ! לישון. אבל איך אוכל ? הפחד אוכל, ואותי מטלטל, שמחר לא יהיה, והכל יתנדף בחלום! שמחר יהיה גרוע, מהיום.