Whisky and the Man

Have you ever seen a man sitting in a bar ?
drinking that golden water,engrossing it slowly down his throat to get a moment's happiness, to live that moment he had own with his relations on stake
This man at this instance I tell you is the happiest man alive.
For centuries man is been taught with the ways he can be happy and make a good , happy , satisfying living.
But the man who discoverd whisky is cursed because he discovered something which can make you happy in the cost of your life..!!
great work indeed..!!
But is this really like that the quality of life is seen by the number of days a man pass or number of days he live ?
ahh Big question dude..
If we talk staight through the perception of the very common man , it is the number of days one pass
How does it matter dat i live for 100 years cursing my life, cursing my family , cursing my quest for happiness and cursing that so called man who defied morals with a drunkard ( lol )
But then what is the objective reality ?
human life is the life proper to a rational being as the standard of moral values
but who decides these morals ?
society?
dammit how can a bunch of stupid parasites decide what morals are? the one who themselves are dependent,who themselves can't get a life out of there own jeans huh !!
obviously its the man , the man who owns his life , the man who is responsible for his own destruction and construction.
He is the one who decides morals rather "his morals " ,one should understand his own moral premises
And when its "we" the human who decides there own morals,values,reasons to live then how can one say that drinking whisky is morally incorrect...??
But then they talk about our health,is health any issue..??
lol
How does it matter to dose hypocrites that i live or die?
No , it doesnt matter , i knoe the truth
How funny is this statement that "excessive usage of whisky can be injurious to health"
man excessive usage of any drink whether tea or coffee is injourious to health...What a fucking joke...!!
you better go n get a life first
Well chuk those hypocrites , chuk those morals , chuk evrything bwtween me and my whisky.
But i tell you this liquid sunshine fills that bare void we always feel somewhere hidden in our life
let your insight think beyond basic facts we are inforced , tells you to break those shackles of rituals we are locked in..
let your man , the human , the self of you to grow as an independent feature ready to strike against those hypocrites who talk of morals and drink whisky when they fall off there path and when thier beloved dumps them..lol
let you drive your own life with your reasons with your own self as the only priority and with that great spirit whick makes them the lord
People talk about motivational and inspirational stuff, but i tell you the greatest motivation for me was drinking whisky which i was warned not to do and i found happiness in that
Whisky in the jar , for the man in the bar and i am proud to hold that privilege of being that strong and brave to live my life with my values , morals , reasons , selfish intrests and my own pleasures
because in the dawn of your life it is not that how many years you passed matter but how many moments you lived and then you will feel proud that, yes i had the whisky and i lived my life and i regret for no moment i am scolded as morally incorrect 'coz i am satisfied...huh
I can die..I can die happily coz i had whisky and i had my life
I ll die leavin no trace behind..leaving no tinge of a human but just a whisky bottle exclaiming
He was the man , my man

ash tray....

You are Inside me for sure.....fille
A beautiful figure am holding for years....
holding that smooth curvilinear line...
and it was when i saw myself once in a mirror.....
yes i saw myself....
The origins of my existence were shrouded in mystery
and I was a fool to be in love with you...
Why did you hold you breath....????
Were you waiting for me to be a corpse...??
Your nreve jumping for the veins struglling for eternity
struggling to pass "a" drop ....
which is making space inside... and asking a question..."do i exist in you...??"
ahhh yeahsss...it is a thist...
thist in the haze of swift rational currents stitching my existence
yess this pungent smoke is injurious to my being as a you....and you as urself..
but now I am ablaze with dis lonely match in the twilight daze
and you chastised him for his insensible reason
drop is orange.....orange all the way.....
..getting darker and darker as it passes throu.......
some elements struggling hard to save their existence...
and sun pukin sin for the only effort ....
effort seeking charge .....charge with lucent fire enough to burn that desire of lighting that soul which was eternally bereft....bereft of her own hopes and efforts.....
some loss was worth that fire...
light replacin a piece of satisfaction which was resting for years...n is alive still....

lets die with disatisfaction ...
die with our lungs choked with smoke coming out from pails of societal tabus
smoke zapping with some eternal "material" facts....
Ohhh you are loosing hope... .you loosing trust in yourself...
ohhh I knoe you are a fatalist
and so thats all you can do...thats your fate ..and thats your existence as a predestinarian
.....and so........ ....and so......
lets feel solitude with falling bodies of spongers
b'coz you gave up.....
gave up with your breath and your own fire...
which my intellect defies......
and so "I" gave up wid u....
and so I am another one.....
another one to be "another one" in the tray
another one breathing for that last ash to be jerked off suffocation.....

When "HE" defeated death

It was just before dawn..... He was marching confidently to the edge of a cliff , and then he found that he cannot take the last step...!!! The last step was inevitable .
Every day of his life had led to it . He saw down the cliff and thought of height he was standing ...height of his own self.... height of his ego..
suddenly in a moment's notice , the flashback of his life flew through his eyes....his achievements , his love , his pain ...everything.....they were evaporating as they were sensed....and finally they left a feeling of pride..self-esteem..something which he was proud of ..no compromises of any kind he ever made with himself..
He created everythin of his own , of his own values , of his own terms and policies . He achieved evrything he ever wanted or wished and that was watching his foot when his self was crossing the sky , crossing evrything which caused suffering or pain.....No empty vaccum to be filled , no hidden or ridden desires .
He was complete , complete in the sense beyond the limits of substantial world...probably he was alone among mortals who was able to abandon all that was good in order to suffer the torment and uncertainty of the wild world..!!
He pursue nothing material...and pursue evrything of his own , of evrything he was born with and was eternal to his soul....Confusions , delusions , illusions neva kept him away from his soul and his ego was neva distracted by semantics . He neva felt any feeling of shame or guilt for his own soul...
He was happy...happier...happiest...and then he was naked...naked of evrything material.....evrything...!! He took a deep breath...he swallowed all the "air" from air
He was seekin freedom..'coz he was done wid evrything...evrything he eva wanted...and then a question flicked in his mind..."What is freedom..??" his own self was intelligent enough to answer this..."It's the end of struggle"............................"Is not death the same thing...."..He coud'nt see any one winning over him ...nor life , nor death.... BUT.... he knew how hard he struggle ,death will win - the hunter will kill his prey ...BUT until then he had one chance to turn the tables..If he move quickly , He may be able to kill death first. There was no other way , not if he wanted to be free....now he was clear...no demons nymore to distract his path...
and then he saw upwards.. he was smiling...and happily he took his last step.

psychotropic deception

It was when "I" discovered the fact....the air above me was still producin some senseless vibrations in me...creating a void.....a void demanding some light......and i was enjoying the darkness covering my soul....protecting frm the white bright light... protecting from undue necessities.. prtotecting from social rituals.....i was confused... confused between rational facts ....and asked for higher dimensions of curiosity...i worked...i worked to fight with contradictions..contradictions within my worthless soul.... 'coz i knew there exist no contradictions...i rewinded evrything to eliminate the unattainable... ..i was fighting with the reasons for a fake sense of purpose....and then i found that void was diminishin....and i found pleasure dying .. 'coz that was all a man could ever achieve..dats only thing one can ever attain...sustain.... OR retain.......KD...2/3/09