The Truth Of Lies

Why do lies appeal to the soul ? The lie is a thing most would choose to pretend does not exist, a concept both foreign to them and utterly outrageous to have happen , but do we not realize a simple fact. There is truth within a lie. An absolute abstract concept, very contradictory but very believable.

What are lies really ? The bending or the falsifying of truths to another ? Or perhaps the refraining of information ? Perhaps a lie is something altogether but let us first see, what are truths . Truths are what we believe to be true yet sometimes we believe in something that has nothing behind their basis, no proof to allow your faith to stand, so if a lie were told, and was sufficiently falsified , and thus to you is proven , is it not yet truth in your eyes. And would not this lie, this false truth if you will, be something far more beneficial if say it was told in your best interest ?

Allow a situation where the truth would lead to the utter collapse of what you believe, would you rather that happen, or would you rather allow the truths you believe in stay and forever allow yourself the happiness ? And would it not be in that state the truth has prevailed yet unknowingly it is a lie to you ?

Perhaps the situation where a man were to lie to someone about what he does or how much he earns, is there no truth at all to what he says ? No, rather it is the truth of his soul as it bears what he so clearly wishes to see, a truth more akin to revelation than what truth is today

What about the very idea of a lie, it is with only a hidden truth, a meaning or thought to falsify or change can the very lie be made. So there lies within a lie an ingrained truth, and though this thought seems odd to some, outrageous to most and acceptable to those who know, realize that this is reality. To lie infers there is something to lie about which is truth. Therein lies the truth of a lie.

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Ramblings of an Insane Man, a thought process that never is fixed on rails. Akin to water sliding down a slop, though seems to have only one direction, we can never know if it decides to change.

Insane Love

I have her picture in my phone

Hear her voice when I sit alone

See her face when I go to sleep

Think of her when I'm in to deep

An unnecessary obligation to another individual, Take on burdens that without her I would never take. Love has never been a feeling of rationale but have you seen a man whose love's insane. An image of perfection of her which only he can see. But he doubts not his feelings for he knows that they are true, for fact or fantasy, she has taken his fancy and he can't resist.

A fish on the hook, a train on a rail, a man falling to his death, all inevitable and all this man is for his love is to deep. He can't seem to find a way out, for his eyes fail him, his hands refuse to answer him. The man hasn't realized that though he believes that its all in his hands, its just a fallacy and what he has is an illusion of the ability to run away. Not long more shall it be before he realizes then that he is unable not because he is truly unable to change how he feels, but he doesn't want to.

The man realizes now that he is in love, and he cares not. Resist it no longer he shall for though love may hurt and scar, but the man knows, this love is true and anything that may come are just illusions of trouble and a smokescreen to the truth. The end result as we know, is that he is in love, and is willing to die for it.

And through every fight, every reason to walk away and every inclination to be find another, he knows, that is not his decision, because every time he pulls back and listens to himself , he hears her name, sees her face. And he realizes he cannot live without her.

Such is the insanity of love, and though many will claim that this is not as is the same as what has been of the insane man, but truly, shall we really disbelieve that love isn't really just willing insanity.

A Story Of Insanity

A Short Story Of Insanity

What has been is less than what may have been, I see that my soul has born its share of horrors and has as yet remained strong. Though the story of the soul may be clouded in history in it's making and it's intricacies but realize that we bear our souls as best we can when yet we are given the chance.

Life has dealt to me what none wish to bear but of which many have borne and survived. Life has given me that feeling of love yet to have that very same feeling though strong and good in its essence, unrequited as it is , has broken the strength of mind that I held close and dear. I watched as it broke what was left of me, and left me yet a mess of a man, a rambing insanity that speaks of nothing yet of everything, speaking truths that none wish to hear.

The reality of my existence was ever a facade of what is not . A being brought into this realm purely for one reason, to exist and find purpose, but to what extent does a person wish to find his own purpose. I drifted through what reality may I find having no hope but to gain understanding, finding no other that completed me as though the fragments of my soul were built incomplete , no piece to be found that will fit that which remained empty. Realize as I have that though this may seem a drastic situation with no medication, trust that it may not be as it seems but realize that it may have been that like I, we are meant to serve no other purpose in life than to be brought into being.

But to have no purpose is not to be empty but just to be that which has no need to fulfill. Break the boundaries of your mind and see such as I, this is not a fallacy of being but just another state of being. Grasping on to something that does not exist like I have will only destroy what you have made with what you have.

I have allowed myself to fall into the emotional strain that is love, watch reason disintegrate into nonbeing when the fuels from the depths of my soul which have long thought been buried surfaced and destroyed. I watched it all burn down. My very soul burn. I have given my soul to someone that I thought to have been the piece that I have long sought. This force of something that rightfully did not belong to be where it no longer fit caused more harm than what good it could have ever done.

Steps to insanity it began, saw what was not , thought what was not in existence and began to question it all. And it destroyed me . The failure of those around me to bridge the gap , to bring me through this wreckage of my insanity, let me slip further. What I was failed to remain, failed to struggle on, and what is me was destroyed. A husk of a man, thinking of things that bear no meaning. The destruction brought upon an investment in which was unjustified and risking far too much to survive. Leave me to die for I am already dead, Insanity has taken me. No thought, no cohesion, a misdeamor of mind and an exercise in self destruction. The realization when reason is drowned by raw emotion, mankind makes its fatal mistakes. And realize that such has happened to I. A shadow of myself, an empty husk that no longer will fill, because I have went against my very being, my very purpose of having none. Unsatisfied with being noncomplacent, seeking what should not and destroyed what good I had.

The story of my life that of which had a woman, she who toyed with my very being, my very soul. Destroyed the fabric that held together the pieces , saw myself destroyed though she thought she was having her fun. Saw everything that was me slip away, give all that I am to her, my soul bared, but for naught . What was left of a mockery. To love and to have lost, and to invested my soul so dearly . A mistake where there will no be no reprieve. Just a fragment of what was left, struggling for a single piece and losing the puzzle.

And Insanity takes me.

A Perfect Imperfection

The Truthful Lie

The hold of reality

The lure of fantasy

Mankind was made imperfect

To find satisfaction living within imperfection

To achieve gratification and perfection

Will set yourself free, and will stop that which needs to be

The hunt of something which will never be achieved

To keep grasping for more and never satisfied

But really, isn't that being human ?

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Thanks a bunch , Hayani!

What will I ever do without you? :D

Sorry couldn’t help it XD oh and I have deleted your password from my memory. I don’t even know what it is right now. No worries. I don’t like Blog-jacking. Its horrid ;)

Design :)

Hello there fellow human(s) !

  I would like to point out that this blog has been through template editing. Yes, yes it is obvious. Stop rolling your eyes.

Truthfully I have no idea what to write here.

I’m Hayani. Not Haziq/Elethor/Elliebelly. Our writing styles are different even though I have learned from him. Over the past years that I’ve known about this blog, it has helped me improve my writing skills tremendously. So it was an honour for me to help decorate this blog to make it seem more attractive and exquisite.

Oh by the way, Haziq, if you want me to change the design just because you’re bored of it. Just ask :)

Keep writing, your words sometimes becomes the voice of our hearts.

Sincerely ,

-Hayani-

The Release

Long has time set still here, a bitter reminder of old habits, of long dried tears,

Of what was, what has been and what will never be again.

Time here lies waiting, it knows no end to patience,

Because time know's, you will come once more.

Imagine what thus has been, what you will never look back in your life fondly in, remember that moment. Cherish it. For what would life be if not sweet for those who have traveled through the roughest patches of life and have yet, came not unscathed but rather, has born their scars with what should only be known as Heroism. Seeing life come crashing down, but not at all surrendering, shows of a man who seems to have no fear, but do you not believe instead that he has conquered what all else deem impossible.

And though you may just laugh and call him fool for him to traverse such a obvious course that bears respite only at it's bitter conclusion. But know that he does not take heart, for he knows, what only men such as he knows, to overcome travesty, to overcome that which all claim impossible, is an accomplishment that nothing can take away.

And thus we see where time now hides, for the moment that the Hero chooses down his path and the Villain chooses to laugh and ridicule, time freezes yet a copy of itself in this very moment. And from then on this moment on, nothing but just reminders that can never be forgotten. Fond for some and crushing for others.

I began with a tale of how time sat still, but heed that what is seen may not be what is meant, and though time may see, yet unchanged in here, a picturesque moment from a forgotten time, if you look, you will see, these are in the past, and though nothing can be changed we must remember that everything must be learned from it.

If no man learned from what lies in time, Then man is doomed to repeat their sins,

Though man should forgive what passed, Never must they forget.

For though should the world split, time never will forget.

And time also knows, if you don't remember.

Then yet another has the pleasure.

Torture

The mind is a terrible thing to waste, the strength untold and it's potential only the truly gifted can comprehend, and it is akin to a vault where our deepest darkest kept secrets lay hidden. The thin line of your mental fortitude is the only thing standing between unveiling the truths you strive so hard to keep silent.

This is true for more than just the common man, infact the real truth is that the secrets are dangerous and that the secrets in the truly wicked are what needs to be attended to, people who are deranged, committed to a cause that not only threatens society but loyal to a master whose vast intricate plots aim only to utterly unravel the fabric of our society and lead us into dystopia.

I bring this matter before you as I believe that the methodology of digging out this information is hardly efficient anymoe, more and more we realize that when given such an immense secret, would they not go to great lenghts in order to ensure that this information can't be privied out of them.

Society has over time, developed intricate methods of torture in order to slowly break away their resistance, everything from the humble beat down to intricate plots of methodologically tearing down their barriers, stripping them away of things dear to them, slowly but surely making their lives akin to living in hell. Alas, sometimes it bears no meaning, but what are we but proud creatures forged by our makers and we pride ourselve in torture. We are beings of sophistication therefore we strive to always make our net of being more and more intricate. We must remember that we pride ourselves on sins and never on the true values of life.

Why do we forever glorify the acts of mutilation, of combat and of destruction ? Why do we not think to savor the beautiful flower that is life, because like a flower, the time we bloom is short, why must we let it go to waste? Perhaps, the truest and yet, simplest answer that yet hides right infront of our eyes is that we are forever eliminating each other to ensure we survive. Indeed, when it was said that the weak shall inherit the earth, there will be some that agree with me that it is meant that they will inherit the earth that we march on their bodies feeding our strength.

Alas, such a morbid view this poor lad has? Perhaps, the smile is not his to use , for if everyone is to speak of sunshine, who then is to remind you that just as the sun rises every morning, it sets every evening and gives way to the dark night .