Welcome to my World said the Spider to a Fly

There it goes, buzzing around, minding its own business, going about its daily business with not a worry in the world. Merely a little pest, that can rest assured it will be at no risk unless it meddles with someone else's affairs.

Ti's a wise pest that little fly..for it cant be fooled.

Or so it thinks.

The fly's father told it of all the hazards life might pose to a fly, all the perils it might throw its way.

Do not be fooled by the allure of the Venus Fly Trap, for it can be deadly.

Always stay light on your feet, don't get too comfortable in one place, for its inevitable that you will have to go somewhere else. don't trust the ground under your feet. The only thing you can trust, are your wings. train them.

The only place you can feel comfort and security, is in the air where you report to no one, where your only enemy is gravity, and you were created to beat it , For God gave you wings.

Beware the Hazards of Bugspray...all it takes is one breath

The Fly took these lessons to heart, promised itself it will never be seduced by stability, for stability is nothing but the beginning of the fall.

*Buzz Buzz*

Probably if flies could whistle, our little fly would be right now. un-suspicious of anything in the world, in total confidence of its capabilities and judgement.

A little too cocky ain't we?

Ego...

Across the room, in the highest corner...laid a Web, intricately built, with patience and perseverance.

Attention to detail and infinite symmetry would be putting it lightly.

Along came a Spider, crawling effortlessly on what to many would be the tightrope above the waterfall.

No sticks for balance,

No arms for equilibrium,

Just an eight legged freak, cruising on the almost invisible.

I never knew these things were so durable, its very rare maybe even unique to find biological tissue that is actually non-biodegradable. I heard they make bulletproof vests out of spiderwebs,

You may crush the Web, you may remove it from its place, yet you can never cut a strand...not even with scissors, I tried...

*Buzz Buzz*

Our vain little fly was consumed with smelling its armpits ( in this case wingpits) that it didn't notice it was head on with a Spiderweb ( so much for compound eyes)

You had to see it, in slow motion, from the side...just like those crash tests with the dummies.

Denial...

You can watch the fly almost jetting through it like a bullet, but in the last second before it is free, just when the fly is pushing the Web to the limit of its flexibility...you see the whole web stretching with it.

And finally pulling back........

DOOM!

that's how the fly felt......

Nailed!

that's what the Spider thought....

Who put this Web here? why would a silly spider put a web my way...can't it realize i have somewhere to go? Damn these spiders...always messing with our schedules? I'll give that spider a piece of my mind when i see him..who the Hell does he think he is!!!?

Anger...

The Fly trying to writhe out of the situation, only to realize the more it writhes, twist and squirms, the deeper it entrenches itself into the bulletproof fabric...This is where our arachnid makes his initial appearance...

As it approaches the fly, it becomes more composed, more certain of its role...

The fly, can smell the Arachnid approaching,

So sweet..so different..

What you are actually smelling o little winged one is the familiarity of your fate..

You mean this is my end? does it all end here? Please dont let this be the end? i swear ill do anything.. ill come back every night but please let me go about my day...dont take my freedom away..i want to fly as i please..do what i please, ill be yours but ill do what i please..

Bargaining...

It recalls Papafly's with every effort, and is befallen by an unescapable fear of dissapointment, and shame..how dare I fall utters the fly...I am so much better? I am doomed..this spider will keep me in his webs..and only he can release me...when it does..it will be lunchtime for him...and endtime for me..

How i wish i would have done more...

How i wish i wouldn't have waited, thinking i have all the time in the world...

How i wish i wasnt so vain...

How i wish i would've watched where i was going..

Fine..go ahead...take me...

Depression....

I wont take you, not unless you want to be taken...all i do is set the trap, you fall in it..if you didnt, then i dont want you, this is my way of selection..that is how i select my prey..you passed the test, or you failed depending on which way you want to look at it.

Accept your fate,

It is what is meant to be..

As it is meant to be that you be taken wether you like it or not, It is meant to be that i take..wether i like it or not..

Isnt it possible that i might like being taken than doing the taking myself..

Its my nature,

I can't fight it...

Don't fight yours..

It's futile...

You wont win...

I wont win...

Fate wins..

in the meantime, welcome to my World, a world where everything hangs on a thread..yet stuck together by an intricate web...The Web is strong, but you can hardly see it, or feel its effect. Follow the lines and you will go wherever you want, whenever you want..the road has been already paved for you.

All is controlled...

My control..

Dont you find it appealing?

Dont you find it comforting?

Calm down...its not chaotic as you think, in fact it is not chaotic at all.

Its an Ante-World..a Purgatory..without the judgment, without the Punishment.

its seemingly chaotic, but actually theres an order to it.

Its the fear in you that brings about the chaos..

the fear of change..

the fear of losing control

The fear blinds you...it convinces you that it is chaotic, thats how it is seen from the outside, it makes it seem unappealing to others.., hence they flee...for they are superficial, and judge by exteriors..

you need not be afraid, look at the bliss others miss..

Do not fear losing control..

You need not be in control..leave that burden to me and enjoy..

I am in control

Trust me...

How do you like it?

Acceptance....

Boys Wanted

Boys of spirit, boys of will,

Boys of muscle, brain and power,
Fit to cope with anything,
These are wanted every hour.





Not the weak and whining drones,
Who all troubles magnify;
Not the watchword of “I can’t,”
But the nobler one, “I’ll try.”



Do what you gotta do,
With a true and earnest zeal,
Bend your sinews to the task,
Put your shoulders to the wheel.



Though your duty may be hard,
Look not on it as an ill,
If it be an honest task,
Do it with an honest will.



In the workshop, on the field,
At the desk, wherever you be,
From your future efforts, boys..
Comes a Nation’s destiny.

Hamlet : Revisited

Posted upon personal request:

"I saw him today, it was too surreal, this never happened I never thought it would..

Where was fate today, called in sick? it never should

Never should have happened, this abomination of destiny...

When a man meets his fathers killer, and greets him with intensity,

The sort you save for a cherished guest,

Or the riddance of a confounded pest,

Why do you ask? why should a man be put in this mess,

For it is expected of that man, to be in love with excess,

excess success, excess possessions,

enough to drown him, from the need of confessions.

He dream t of War and dream t of Peace,

Unvanquished victory, and the fighting would cease,

The looting of spoils for it is fair game,

But War and Peace to him were the same,

Same battle same enemy, not against orc or elf...

The War , The Peace were both with oneself..

The Spoils extravagant, the Satisfaction a plenty,

His wealth two folded, multiply it by twenty,

A Nimrod created to walk the earth,

An evil beast, destined from birth,

The same beast who loved and cared,

For his prized possessions which he always shared,

Cleansing the dirt he feels and no one sees,

His passion for Goodness, apparently would fill up streams,

Along the way, he made some friends, but always more enemies,

One would haunt him and rid the world of his felonies,

The One that would haunt him, always overlooked,

Expecting it to come from the owners of the Billions you took,

The Billions you took, looted and plundered..

Their cries in your heart, never really thundered,

But O what is Money next to The Soul of a man,

The Soul of a man, who did all he can,

All he can to live, and constantly provide,

for his Son was raised on principle and pride,

His Son has always sworn to bring you down,

And so he starts his journey to your town,

On a Dark Knight in the Hazy Shades of Winter he asks him about his Unfulfilled Dreams,

About Chances, first and second, for nothing is what it seems,

About your Choices, black or white, your lessons from the highway,

Do you regret you did things your way?

Dont you see the anger, the anguish your choices made?

Cant you see how much it cost? and the price to be paid?

A Lifetime of Parting, Crusaders will Raid?

Intruders meddling, they will always ask..

For Loving a brother instead of another is no easy task.

You chose yourself over your own brother,

You shamed yourself, You shame your mother,

How dare you kill him, what would be the excuse,

my dear dear uncle,they are of no use..

let your billions help you..let them help you squirm..

But beleive me O old one, in hell you will burn..

I vowed revenge from the day i knew..

But wouldnt that make me just as bad as You..."

Picture This

A Black Camaro SS with with racing stripes, ferociously thumping against a stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. The day couldnt be more sunny. Its hot, but the speed brings about a cooling breeze, mixed with the heat coming from under the hood, it gives the driver a bitter sweet sensation.

The playful sensation brings about playful thoughts. Love and Hate are one and the same, both feelings, both can be experienced with intensity. Both reassure the same fact, you are alive, and you feel..

You hate standing in line, its painful, and partially degrading..but the pain of it, the degradation, reassures you that the reason you are standing is important enough for you to go through the pain. Masochism, maybe..

For as far as he can see, its nothing but road, road and a horizon of endless desert and clear blue skies, a couple of gliding birds, hawks maybe even vultures scouring the dichromatic image of blue and yellow. He knows where he is going. He has never been more sure of a destination in his life. The journey cannot be more perilous. Its vast, its desolate and if he stops, theres no where to go.

To top it all off, hes low on fuel. He consumed alot of it on other pointless journeys.

This one isnt pointless.

Its probably the most significant of them all.

He thought the same about all of them.

However,

Never before has he seen such determination from himself,

Never before has he tolerated such perils..he doesnt even flinch,

If the car putters out of gas, he has no problem pushing it the rest of the way.

If he gets too tired, he will abandon it and keep walking, he can get another one when hes there.

If he gets too heavy for his legs to carry, he will lose weight by chopping an unnecessary limb.

He must get there,

Its what he dreamed of acheiving all his life, and nothing of what he dreamed of in the same time.

He knows this is it, because that is what his tongue told him.

He never doubts his senses.

Yes the Bottle is made of glass..

Yes the label reads Heinz

Yes the condiment is red,

But he knows Mustard when he tastes it...

He wants mustard, He loves the bitterness, the playful taste, how bitter and ominous it can be only to releive you with smoothness afterwards.

He can't find mustard anywhere...

He only found it inside a bottle of ketchup.

Ketchup is cool though, everyone thinks Ketchup is the Condiment, he doesnt..

to him its only good on fries..yet he still eats fries with salt and pepper.

everyone thinks hes after ketchup, but is afraid to admit it , to retain coolness and originality.

But beleive it or not

he hates ketchup

and hes persuing mustard disguised as ketchup.

Twas the Man in the Turban that told him of the legendary Ketchup looking Mustard. He hates Turbans, but was intrigued..

He wants Mustard...

He needs Mustard..

He values it to the extent that hed want to keep it from the world, so what better mustard to indulge in, than one that disguises itself as an ordinary condiment...

Ketchup... he traveled the far corners of the world to get this special mustard, he pseudomorted in mexico, congregated with Arms Dealers in Europe, was almost bitten by a rattle snake, was burnt in a car accident, was run over by a runaway smiling japanese car colored like the sky, subjected to carvel like sexual harassment, engaged in unruly celebrations of hate... had an army of dancing overlords chase him in a parking lot..took up an alias, lived in cheap motels, had all his personal belongings thrown out of his window, temporarily deafened, attacked by wild ants in the woods, fallen out of an airplane above the city, crossed three countries in one day, catered to the whims of an Excloosive princess...

He'd go for so much more,

This is nothing next to how much he loves mustard..

Mustard makes him feel like The One,

Mustard makes shit taste like steak..

Mustard soothes him,

Mustard sends him secret messages in the middle of the day

Mustard would stay up all night in preparation to feeding him the next day

Mustard pleases him,

Mustard smothers him..

Mustard helps him inhale both air and smoke

Mustard helps him exhale both air and smoke

It makes him buff up and lose weight

It devours his old T-shirts with Stains, and makes him buy new ones

And this is merely the beginning...

Picture This, Your life is a Burger, We are all born with burgers, the same, the burger in a bun..what we do with our lives is the filling, some add cheese, some add pickles, some add lettuce, some tomatoes, some all , some leave it plain, some a combination.

But all, without exception must have a sauce on top to actually make it an edible burger..

a livable life..