If it weren't for cocoa!

God is a very sympathetic and logical person. He made the man and he made the woman but he'd already made chocolate first so they could both stand being around each other.

Peace

I've just started to understand why so many wars were fought for the cause of Peace.

As a teenager, I had the more romantic view of the world no doubt created by the movies and TV I watched that any kind of strife is not justified if what you proclaim to want is peace. How can peace come out of turmoil or bloodshed or antagonism? Hate breeds hate? I didn't consider that most human beings do have short memories and we have been mentally conditioned to conform to what is being preached out to us by our society and the governments. One thing swiftly replaces another.

As I grew older, a bit more rebellious and the books became complicated, life more challenging and TV nonexistent, I started to believe what I sometimes heard being said - that peace isn't real, doesn't exist at all. Its just an idea constructed by the powerful__ (insert capitalists/communists/any of the others of your choice) to lull us into submission for the support of whatever they wanted at the moment.

At this stage of my life, I feel that peace does exist. You do have to fight for it. I do not think of Peace as a happy feeling certainly not the Archies greeting kind, its not what you feel after you've just had the last word or revenge. I hope to be able to describe it in this lifetime. Maybe its something to do with losing a part of your mind and still coming out mostly all right.When you're not hopeful or expectant or depressed when the final chapter closes or when 'order' is restored.

Some would call it being dead.

I will have to get better at explaining things. Peace is the kind of luxury that I wouldn't hesitate to fight for during the remainder of my life.

P.S. Do I sound glum? :p

The Voice

The thoughts shatter like glass
Its that voice again,
the voice in my mind
piercing me with the shards
Drowning out everything else

Its always that same voice
saying all sorts of things
some witty, some careless
some cheery,some melancholy
some comforting,some teasing

Its burrowed deep into my soul
Its etched into my mind
Sad though it seems,
its all thats left of you
A voice in my head.

Someday it will be cut,
Dying among the unyielding walls
Like all else that was shared
the voice will be forgot

What will remain then?
The reasons, the justifications
the causes, the effects
the what ifs, the why nots
And when I'm alone, the regrets.