My Thoughts

The Wall

2009-03-03T00:40:00.000-08:00

The Brick Wall

You stand cracked and withered, bruised and battered
On this lonely hill with your crown shattered
Memories engraved on you by children and men
Show you have stories of old intended to tell
How cruel your fate and how loneliness you must hate
For only to a tolling bell you awake

Curse you for sharing your grief
For my loneliness also runs as deep
Finding you here I’m in disbelief
As you unfold I hold my weep

I shall never meet you again
But on you my story I will lay
I shall add to your portrait of pain
With another soul share it you may
My back on you I shall lean in dismay
Knowing on this hill you will always remain

Damn you for sharing your sorrows
My own is in the chorus
Nonetheless I hope you keep well
For now I bid you farewell

Written by : Ravi The Rat

Wishes

2009-02-05T16:57:00.000-08:00

If you had one wish .. what would it be...?

The Damned Man

2009-01-01T12:21:00.000-08:00

I agree I was a wicked child
For the devil I made him think twice
I knew no fear with this vulgar mind
I was craving for something demonic yet kind.
My soul the wolves of life did find
Took me up and nurtured me blind
Understanding everything around me
Not knowing what will become of me
False was everything that touched my soul

As day by day I found solace in the cold , Made me weak it did not…
But rage I did at its depraved onslaught, My treachery was never caught,
Though for redemption, oh how I sought

Many years I've lead in tears, For things I have done in dire
Oh yes… I have lit the fires, And slept on blood red sapphires
Danger was a foolhardy stranger, And hunger was a beggar at linger
The pain was all that I gained, As my dreams rotted in vain
My confidence the king of all my banes!!!

I tell you this as a man that hath been damned.

Written by : Ravi The Rat

My Favorites

2008-12-12T22:00:00.000-08:00

For those of you who find these dark, there are lighter toned poems in my earlier works, they also happen to be my favorites, as listed below :

1. Dancing Candle

2. The Brick Wall

3. The Presence

4. Table at The Bar

I need all of you to read these four poems and leave your comments here on which you think is best among the four.

The chronicles of a living breathing "human rat"

2008-12-12T20:22:00.000-08:00

1970 - 1974 :
Born in August 20 1970 (the devil must have cursed this day) in Kuala Lumpur General Hospital -what a hoot!!

1974 - 1976 :
Learned to read by the time I was 4 and begin going to Kindergarten at 4 to St. Aidens, Bahau, Negeri Sembilan.

1976 – 1977 :
Went to continue preschool in Malacca and went on to primary one (my dad passed on during the holidays)

1978 – 1979 :
Moved to Johor Bahru – Sek. Ren. Keb. Ayer Molek to continue primary two and moved to KL for primary 3 – I became a librarian with the sole objective of stealing books and created a mini library in my house(behind my sisters cupboard – and 2 days before we moved to KL I got rid of the books in a River by the house to avoid getting busted by mom! I actually felt sad in letting those books go! Moby Dick by Herman Melville and Black Beauty by Ann Sewell were among the heaps of Enid Blyton’s Secret 7 and Famous 5.

1979 – 1982 :
Moved Back to KL to continue primary 3 and half way we moved back to Johor Bahru to finish up Primary 6 (by this time I couldn’t be bothered making friends or losing them, also I did my first scam among class mates by charging them 5sen for making their pencils look brand new (I spat on them and wiped em’ clean with my pants, and told them I had a special chemical to do it – hey I was 10 years old!! Give me a break!! Also I applied for food coupons for orphans (not that we were poor – It was so I could keep my pocket money to by World War II model airplanes in Singapore. It was 3Sing dollars back then there was no difference in currency rates. I used to take a bus to Singapore without my mom knowing about it!

1983 – 1984 :
Moved to KL – Sek Men Hulu Klang … I found a friend, Nazri and eventually found another friend Din (we are still friends – more than 2 decades has passed) we were riots! We threw fire crackers into people’s homes and stole the mail for our stamp collection, we also picked up playing the guitar and chess. Break dancing and BMX bicycles were the other things we were into, I studied hard at night and never lost my reading habits though I kept it a secret…. Why I don’t know…! Over the weekends we broke into the klang gate dams for our weekly swimming incursions!!

To be continued….

PART 2

1984 - 1985 :

Moved to another school for 3 months and then quit to help my step dad in a palm oil plantation, it was fun out in the rurals - was getting sick of schools though I did well in exams, somewhere this time I started liking chemistry ( lots of chemicals in the plantation in Ulu Bernam) .. I think this was because of the TV show Macgyver (richard dean anderson..) anyway I used to fantasize about Sheena Easton the singer, and music started to get a hold on me, I listened to lyrics intently, eventually I found myself moving back in time musically, started liking The Gratefuldead, Led Zeppelin, Uriah Heep (I was excited that I knew he was a character from Charles Dickens - David Copperfield- but nobody gave a damn.. I was suprised by this and realized most people dont make connections to the un-obvious... it was interesting) and was it by luck or divine intervention I stole a book from a bookstore on my trip back to Ulu Bernam after registering my name to the exam board - it was Arthur Conan Doyles - Sherlock Holmes!! It was amusing and I hardly touched my school books after that and was into it even on lunch breaks-by the way I was picking Palm Oil Seeds that come loose from the bunch, got paid 50cents per gunny sack. I began to think that life was a joke.. Also got into my first real fist fight!! That kid beat the crap out of me. His name was Anbu..

1985 - 1986 :

My elder brother came to get me in Ulu Bernam to do my exam in October 85, he came riding a scooter!! On the way back from that shit hole(I got tired of the place) the scoot brokedown and we spent the night in the mechanic's shop (my brother had to pawn his gold chain to pay for the repair.. not bad for a useless brother, the one thing that he did right was probably that after all the mess and trouble he used to cause, I was in total awe to find that my brother wasnt as selfish as I thought he was. This was when I started to think about things deeply and I realized there in that mechanics floor that "A killer can still be a good father and husband"

to be continued...

I have been away taking a break

2008-11-08T19:04:00.000-08:00

I dont know what is wrong but you cant seem to put all your post in selective order anymore..

anyway like they say if it does not kill ya it only makes ya stronger!

Related Stuff

2008-09-29T23:25:00.000-07:00

- all photos in this blog is by : Susan Tennent

Sea of Life

2008-09-19T22:06:00.000-07:00

The beginning of an end excruciates and consumes all in its path
A sad solemn trail of misery, pain and selfish plots
From the grave back to your cot, unsure of nothing
The merchants of life will take you and your, everything

Now it occurs to me that people choose to see
Only what they want everything to seem and to be
We cannot forgive nor can we forget past deeds
It reeks and it breeds till its equal is drawn upon the next feed

Know the difference know the score or you will absolutely fail
Fie! Fie! Evil it is! fie Evil!!! On this sea of life you will sail
And when it sinks with the weight of your entire life’s labor
Believe you me, you would only choose not to bail!

Here we are

2008-07-10T17:54:00.000-07:00

He is bored of life, it sickens him most of the day

But there are moments when his mind strays

Into pleasures of the flesh, desires and foul play

But his will, his pride he cannot betray

Madness dawns upon him to know that another has had more

He wakes up and these thoughts roll ashore

For Years and more fear stalks him as he tends his sores

What if he meets the flesh king of yore and they note his bore!!

He would end the turmoil in his mind on that very note

For his will and pride he can never betray nor save

For it is all that he has and he shall not make it slave

They sit with their crown as he lays there in wait in his cave

His time of absence draws near and of this alone he fears

The love that he has, it tortures and his freedom it sears

The castles of his fantasies so vulgar at the last tier

Will he have to abandon it to save her from her tears?

Money and the "Cents" behind it

2008-07-08T08:40:00.000-07:00

Money... the route to all evil, in it yet we trust and sell our god given rights to be a human with pride. All wars regardless of its face are fought because of money which takes on many faces including that of love and lust.

People commit suicide, homicide, cheat steal and rob

Change personalities and become sophisticated snobs

To err is human to forgive divine, or so they say

Show me a man with money who has forgiven a day

And I will show you god walking on the streets of brooklyn
With his angels and demons riding Harleys as hoodlum kings

Money !!... it aint worth it honey...!!

Life on loan

2008-07-08T06:53:00.000-07:00

Life is like a bank...We are here on loan... and we have taken more than we could pay back... cheers!

The Prince of Nothing

2008-07-06T02:01:00.000-07:00

Born into a throne you don't deserve

Money and gold your only preserve

A prince who one day will be king

Mindless, worthless.. To me you are nothing

Know this worthless prince! I am above you.

A time will come when I'll stand beside you

At that moment, I will strike you down

By God! My hate for life will crack upon your crown!!

You will look up into my merciless eyes

For I shall watch you whimper and die!!

My pride that you took I shall redeem

As I rejoice your agony in my every dream

You, your scum and your damned whores

Will be no more, of this, I am sure

For all my pains and your gains I have the cure

And your death it shall be, to make my soul pure...

I am the king of fools, the man who was damned

In damnation I shall find my salvation, I am my fathers son!!

the king of fools & the man who was damned = previous blogs

Contradicting thrice

2008-07-03T21:30:00.000-07:00

I was seeking to find what was wretched in me
Running out of time the torture I failed to see
Six and thirty years has passed me by
And Faith and hope I could not find
I stood still hoping for something kind
But wicked time snatched all that was mine

Breathing, feeling, sensing and seeing
Yet not an ounce of human emotion met me
I was fooled by devices of my own conjuring
I am all that I will never be
And I shall never be all that I am
Ay! The cunning wolf I was, never the lamb

I note your blindness to my bliss in madness
And to share with you my joy in the glory of my sadness
In pride I stride among the carcass of life
Among them lay the enemy whom you call strife
As here I stand contradicting thrice!

Table at the bar

2008-07-01T21:40:00.000-07:00

The Table at the Bar

Many dinners were had upon you
A thousand elbows have rested here
Ruffians, gentleman and ladies have ruffled you,
Spilt upon you and carved into you.
Still you stand placid with all your crew.

How strong indeed you are
Just like the tree that you were
And now here you are at this bar,
Still standing in memories of forest slumber
Just being this table at a bar.

The Happening?

2008-07-01T19:10:00.000-07:00

I looked up at the sky, it was about 6PM... a thought crossed my mind... "how beautiful"? as global warming and a whole load of other problems man had created for mother earth started to catapult themselves in the already tumour ridden dark and morbid mind of mine - (couldn't resist that one!!) Anyway, my thoughts rattled on, as I saw a bike passing me by emitting enough smoke to suffocate all the immigrants stashed in a trucks under carriage in 60seconds (that was last weeks news) What was happening?? M. Night Shayamalan's happening didn't have a clue, what is it that we are off setting that is causing draughts in some places and flooding other places... Nature's Balance is Imbalanced, the polar caps melting, temperature rising in places and falling in others, atmosphere pressures flipping causing unusual weather patterns... hmmm again I look up at the sky... its was amazing! As a single grey cloud sailed gracefully along the pink hues carrying water to let go on some unsuspecting terrain... 'clouds carrying water'.. cool invention! But why all this trouble around when we have so much water stashed in Hydro Dams all over the world, the 7 gorge dam in china flooding huge valleys, we have a few in Malaysia, we have a heap load in eastern Europe, America (Hoover Dam 726 feet above the Colorado river) and a whole load more in other places... Eureka!! Is that it...? The trapping of water by humans is causing all this, displacing water in mammoth portions, causing an in balance in natural water distribution in air causing sea levels to drop in some place and nature trying to balance itself melts the polar caps instead to compensate. The lack of moisture in the air is causing pressure flips causing unusually strong winds, the reduction in water mass in the atmosphere to transport the water naturally causing draughts in Australia.... Imagine if the sea level drops by 1 or 2 cm and as a result of this the sun becomes unable to evaporate enough water over the vast expanse of the ocean... creating a whole new cycle of chaos as nature tries its best to balance itself.... then again I look up at the sky... the cloud was nowhere to be seen yet it was beautiful... hm mm the big blue... or was it red... who cares, I need a drink...

Fact or Fiction??

2008-07-01T07:44:00.000-07:00

I had my questions about the persecutions of the Jews... I've made my conclusions.. but this I found while browsing the net. The link is above.. and I have edited the original context so as to not offend anyone the best I can.. I am not a racist and will never be.. I consider it stupid to be a racist, I dislike certain aspects of a particular race, religion person or family.. but it ends there.. I am re-posting this article here(edited) to see if anyone can shed light to these accusations be it pro or con..

The below is By Jayne Gardener2-19-8

I always used to wonder what it was about Jews that made people throughout history despise them. If they were indeed "God's chosen" I thought, they had to be the unluckiest people in the history of the world.

Why were they persecuted throughout history?

Why had the Nazis herded them into cattle cars and taken them to "extermination camps" to dispose once and for all of the "Jewish problem?"

I suddenly recognized that if Hitler had developed a "Final Solution" to the Jewish question, that there had to have been a "Jewish Problem." Could the Jews have in any way behaved in such a manner that would make the countries in which they resided turn against them, or were they just unfortunate, innocent victims?

I set out to find answers for my questions, mainly turning to the Internet, but also reading various books on the subject. What I found became increasingly disturbing to me.

I had not known that throughout history, the Jews had been expelled from 79 countries, some countries more than once.

I had not known that many of the claims they made about the Holocaust that I had believed unquestioningly for so long were in fact fraudulent.

The books I had read and the movies I had seen about the "Holocaust" and wept over were nothing but thinly veiled attempts to garner unwavering sympathy for the state of Israel and an excuse to extort billions of dollars from Germany and 1.25 billion dollars from the Swiss banks.

I discovered that a book I had read many times as a teenager and cried about, Anne Frank's Diary, had been at least partially written by someone other than Anne Frank.

I learned that the confessions at the Nuremburg Trials and the executions of so many German "war criminals" were were extracted under torture and the defendants were being tried, judged and condemned by their very accusers.

I learned about the "false flag" operations, especially the Lavon affair and the tragedy of the USS Liberty, an American ship that was attacked by the Israelis during the 1967 war. 34 young American men were killed and many more wounded.

To add insult to injury, the Israelis claimed that it was simply an unfortunate case of mistaken identity, something the survivors of the Liberty have always vehemently denied. They, however, were threatened with court martial if they were ever to tell their stories.

I learned about the Jonathan Pollard spy case and other incidents of Israeli Jews spying against their supposed "closest ally."

I became shocked and horrified as I learned about the treatment of the Palestinian people in the occupied territories at the hands of the Israeli Defense Forces and the Jewish settlers. Israel purports to be the only democracy in the middle east, but it's only a democracy for Jews. Non-Jews are not considered equal.

I was saddened to see pictures of innocent Palestinian children burned beyond recognition or suffering from serious gunshot wounds after being targeted by the IDF for no other reason than that they are Palestinian.

I found out about the Jewish history of avariciousness, larceny, lying, manipulation and their questionable and usurious business practices.

I learned about their roles in the radical homosexual movement, the radical feminist movement, the pornography industry as well as their over-representation in the abortion industry.

I discovered their role in organized crime, in the slave trade, in the civil rights movement and in Communism, an ideology that is responsible for the deaths of untold millions and the repression of many millions more.

I learned that it was Jewish supremacists behind the war against Christianity and Christmas. It is they who want God out of the Pledge of Allegiance and all symbols of Christianity removed from public life.

They have driven Christianity from the public schools despite Christianity being the majority religion.

They have taken Christmas out of the public school calendar despite the fact that it is a statutory holiday and it is named Christmas.

I read about the anti-Gentilism and hatefulness of the Babylonian Talmud and their utter disrespect for, and hostility towards Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary and Christianity and Christians in general.

I learned about their "chutzpah" in claiming that Gentile lives were worth no more than the lives of barnyard animals but that they considered Jewish lives to be akin to God Himself. It's okay to steal from a Gentile or to kill a Gentile, but Jewish lives are sacred.

I learned of their control of the majority of wealth, the media and academia despite them making up less than 2% of the population (even lower in Canada).

They are behind the ridiculous political correctness movement and hate crime legislation that was drafted so as to silence anyone who might figure out their agenda and attempt to shed light on it.

Men like German Rudolf, David Irving and many more, previously recognized as great historians, were arrested, charged with hate crimes and incarcerated simply for having made academic inquiry into a specific period of history.

Other so called "revisionists" or "holocaust deniers" have been intimidated, harassed, assaulted and smeared simply for trying to get at the truth.

I found out that the Jews are responsible for our wide open immigration policies that have created the nightmare we call "multiculturalism," "diversity," inclusiveness" and "pluralism."

It is mostly they who push for race mixing and miscegenation, knowing full well that it would eventually lead to those of white European descent being minorities in their own countries and the eventual extermination of white European DNA.

It is patently clear that the war in Iraq is due solely to Israel wanting to hobble her enemies by destabilizing their governments in order to achieve hegemony in the middle east.

It would be unthinkable for Israeli Jews to die for this cause, so they manipulated the US into the war with the help of the Jewish Zionist "Israel firsters" in the Bush administration in order that the blood of way too many young American men and women is shed instead.

It is they who control the middle eastern foreign policy of the most powerful country in the world, the USA. It is they who control congress, the senate and the puppet president, George W. Bush.

They have such control in movies and television that we are now subjected to endless programs and Hollywood movies that mock Christianity, Christian values and degrade the traditional family.

After sober reflection on what I had discovered about Jewish supremacy and Zionism, I had to abandon all my previously held notions as to the history of Jewish persecution.

What I have trouble understanding is why they continue this behavior in whichever society they live, knowing that eventually they will overplay their hand and their perfidy will be exposed yet again.Has history taught them nothing?

As more and more people become aware of what is going on and who is responsible for it, anger is going to rise as it already has in the former Soviet Union and eastern European countries.

They may control television, movies and the print media, but they don't control the internet. At least not yet. Blogs and websites devoted to "outing" the Jewish supremacists will ultimately be their downfall.

If everyone who sees this information passes it on to at least one other person, the crimes and misdeeds of the Jewish supremacists and Zionists will be exposed. Please, do your part. Pass it on. Our world as we know it is counting on you.

Posted by Jayne Gardener

Susan Louise Tennet

2008-07-01T05:25:00.000-07:00

My fiancee who put me up to this ... Her photography work speak visually for the things I write (sometime i think she uses me for marketing heh heh heh - I take as a compliment though.. ha ha ha)... These pictures are to be shared and "NOT" sold... Please feel free to leave your comments about her photography and my poetry, we are working towards writting our book based on what all of you think of the articles, poetry and pictures in this blog. Be honest about the comments, we don't mind critisism at all.... cheers and have fun reading!! And if some of you wish to have these pictures for your personal use leave us your email address in the comment box and which picture you would like to have and we will send it

The Presence

2008-06-23T20:27:00.000-07:00

Model: Fitriyani Ibrahim (Soni, mee mee mee)

Many years ago...

I was startled from my placid slumber
By a presence me asunder
My thoughts were rattled
And with my nerves I battled
As the clock struck three and settled

What is this that raises my hair?
For cold is not this morning air
Tis’ a thief ay! Whom I could master I hope
And not something that my mind will not cope
As to my dwellings my sight eagerly scopes

No thief, no scurrying creature on beams
But the presence still lingers it seems
Ah! The fragrant Jasmine or a bloom of its kind
As legends of old rushed into my timid mind
Surely a woman this be of lurid kind

As I sit and my rattled nerves I hold
Racing thru all that I have been told
None of whom ended in their tombs
When this little white flower blooms
And its sweet fragrant spirit looms

At this thought I start to smile
Tea I’ll make while she stays awhile
For maybe she might show and even cry
While I quest her existence in wry
Now I sit and to meet her I try

A quarter past four and I heave a sigh
As the last traces of jasmine fly
A quarter past century hath arrived
Since the night I was rudely surprised
But in my heart my jasmine yet survives

Written by : Ravi The Rat

The Missing Link

2008-06-22T19:39:00.000-07:00

By Ravi the Rat

The missing link

I woke up this morning and a strange thought passed over me… I began to think that Charles Darwin the naturalist while on the Island Galapagos of the coast of Ecuador and his much disputed theory of evolution may not have been entirely incorrect nor correct altogether. He stated that a species betters it-self and evolves into higher order – physically. How far this has been proven and debated and denounced is an evolution in human antics by it self. Did they actually even stop to think of cross bred evolution?

This is where my Idea or theory (whatever you wish to name it) kicks in.

What if homo-sapiens did not evolve but were actually bred from two totally different species? Humans have physicals characteristics that enable us to swim, climb and think. What if we were the products of a land animal close to the highest order of the primates cross-bred with a highly intelligent sea creature or something along these lines, maybe even aliens for all I care! My bets on Dolphins!

Humans have used this technique till this day to yield better produce from trees and livestock. Crossbreeding has come to a stage whereby certain illnesses have been eradicated; it has made bigger chickens that lay more eggs, produce cows that yield more milk etc. It could also shed light to certain myths and legends Atlantis for example or Neptune and the sorts.

So throwing caution to the wind. I conclude that the human species are a product from a perverted ape and an extremely horny sea creature or alien. That’s why the missing link is still missing… they never linked it in the first place!

The wisdom in webs

2008-06-21T23:48:00.000-07:00

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The Seven Sins

2008-06-18T01:10:00.000-07:00

Will thy soul to tread the path of Cain
That it reeks of Shylocks pound of gain
Thy deeds engraved upon thou name
The Seven Sins of fame

A mighty beast of burden the soul
Angels and demons engage its fold
Ghastly, opaque and cold
The Seven Semitic Sins of old

Oh! Gluttony, Wicked Greed, Behold Envy!
Ay! Revenge and Lust, Consuming Hate and Foul Adultery
Though it finds place in this poetry
Within you it becomes deadly

Fly not at their onslaught
In their web Iscariot was caught
Oer’ the seven, victory I sought
Ay and nay as I lay in decay

This Earth

2008-06-16T21:45:00.000-07:00

All that you have sacrificed,
All that you have given,
All of which yours mother
All of which in time withers

Elegance in the depths of your violent mountains of fire
The fortress of a thousand secrets of which we call mires
Your beauty as a dying beast crosses to the nether
The scorching art in the desert with the sands of ever

The beauty of your rage in the midst of your horrific storms
And despite our blatant disregard and pompous scorns
We yield to let you pass your rage then we fester and mourn
Thy subtle beauty by the water, so genteel I could have sworn

But crack and rip the seabed did, awakening from its slumber
And lo and behold as waters arose with a mighty thunder
Fret and flee they did from your lucid anger
Only fools try and deceive your death monger

Your will be done in the return of the Babylonian deluge
As two hundred thousand souls lay in your deadly collage
Entombed by the wave of your renegade barrage
The loss of life, the loss of will, a cemetery so large

Amidst your wild tantalizing ways somehow I feel your pain
A pain built upon the love for every heartbeat in the rain
Your own soul lay like a mighty beast slain
Yet we fester in disdain.
Yet we fester

"IT"

2008-06-16T10:10:00.000-07:00

It is closed but not asleep
Living life in too deep
Through the mind it slips to the other side
It seems closed but the mind is open wide

Insanity right in front of you
Agony trailing behind holding your dues
If you know Jekyll then you know who is Hyde
Trick or treat it’s not Halloween

By its own share of demons
Held down in the depths of darkness… Look at it!
Through it s eye of the mind and Ride it… feel it…!
Ride its mind but hold on to the open grind

It seems again so “Picture perfect” it’s all a lie!!
Don’t ever fight just spread your wings and fly
For through its mind it slips to the other side
It may seem closed but its mind and will is open wide

Crimson Tempest

2008-06-15T14:06:00.000-07:00

I love this picture... thumbs up baby!!

Time does not seem to tire, sweeping like raging fire
I have crossed the deep mires, through that very fire
Crimson tempest that was a tide to late
A dark past indeed built on deeds so dire

To be lost, bounded then caged and left to bleed
Breaking shackles, my flight was with twisting speed
To be found, then free, finally I could see
To rage, to love anger and embrace hate with blazing need

I have fought, I have lost and paid all that it cost
Standing not on ground but on tides of crimson
I knew love but courted hate and all its fates
Delivered by a crimson tempest one tide too late

The Haunting

2008-06-12T22:22:00.000-07:00

A song - click on the image the haunting to read

10 days in may

2008-06-12T21:58:00.001-07:00

10 DAYS IN MAY

It was you I saw on that beautiful morning in May
As my heart was lost and astray
It was strange that our eyes met as our souls turned away
For every day for 10 days in May

From the line of what I penned, my thoughts you saw
And gave me a look that was plain and raw
I let it pass and we went on our separate ways
Still pondering about those 10 days in May

It was September when we let our paths cross again
But time was the enemy for the meet was in vain
Again we stumbled our intentions and let it stray
Trying to capture the secret of the 10 days in May

Taking us through shadows, confusion and beyond doubt
As to answers to the onslaught we searched and sought
Further into oblivion we followed in dismay
Ah those cursed 10 days in May

Now as reality unfolds and beckons with all that’s true
It is about time we knew all that was due
Though foolish of our hearts young as morning dew
The10 days in May was worth the pursue

2.15 a.m

2008-06-03T11:15:00.000-07:00

It is 2.15AM... and here I am salvaging whats left of me

Carry on I will for tomorrow is yet to be seen
For at this very moment, my past, present and future
Is in shambles and nowhere to be seen, though I look
Yes, the voices in my head, my long lost friends
The killer, the lover, the genius and that god damn cook
All of them not forgetting the devil hidden in a nook
and that lazy angel napping by that brook
Why this moment, why this time and rhyme
It will be the same at 3AM all will be fine
Just tell me where to draw my sidious lines
As I watch kings become beggars at the toss of a dime

Religion a tool of pain and suffering??

2008-05-30T20:15:00.000-07:00

Its religion that keeps the poor from murdering the rich - Napoleon

Its a funny thing .. religion my father a born Hindu, my mother a born catholic

They made us follow neither and as and when they felt like it mom took us to church

Dad took us to the temples.

We were never forced... Now I go to church while my oldest sister visits the temples

Some of my best friends are muslims and business accociates are budhists and then the ones I "PARTY" with are aethists... How is this? what are they fighting for? what is there to prove by blood in the name of god...! Its a lie... Its all a lie..

They fight for power, money and land... nothing more nothing less... all of them on all sides.

If I the common man has achieved peace among all these people of different religions, why cant they? why cant they? Are they stupid? are they blind? can they learn from me? Or am I too small? Or are they just plain stark and absolutely mad? I hate them.. I hate everyone of them that shed blood in the name of god or their greed the killers from all sides. Nothing but killers!! Leave the weak alone, dont supress, and the week I beg you to stop the uprise so the world will come to your aid! Bush is a coward and so is Osama! others die for their take.. its real... dont let these killers lead you... change your leaders.. dont let the angry ones lead you... choose the wise ones to lead you!!

The Black Knight Dream

2008-05-11T20:31:00.000-07:00

Humans Have managed to sink below the levels of basic instincts, The black knight put it to me....

thus making their quests for pleasure, desire, fortune and vile fame
through greed, mischief and morbid uncouth games ... the priorities in life.

The black night was speaking to me that night of this stench filled plight.
With his heart ripped open and bleeding he told me of the devils bidding
that, according to him has brought this race to its pinnacle of evil believing.

Run he said... run to the hills or the valleys of death
and there make your bed, lay in it and remember what I said
For the armies of envy and greed are hastily coming forth
While venge and hate are throned in the hemispheres of the north

Run!! good people and hold not your forts
as from within they shall froth like a pot boiling with broth
Vile, decietful and their will yet plentiful with black thoughts
They will come and come till you are tangled in their web of knots

Cut it and flee for the good nurtured mind is absolute and free

As the Black Knight put it forth to me!

The King of Fools

2008-05-11T19:58:00.000-07:00

The King of Fools

Here I am high on my begotten throne
Doomed by my self-righteous claims
Do you know me do you recognize me
For the King of fools I am to be

I am neither blind nor can I see
The child of the Babylonian whores
Scarlet was my cape and crimson was my taste
I rose to the throne without haste

Having no servants only serpents by my side
With fangs that feed on my royal foolhardiness
I jest and laugh and rage at their selfishness
They laugh back and rage in unison

Why I am here what have I become
It was not my wish or my will
But here I am high on my throne
Crowned till Armageddon
As the King of all fools!

The Sisters Envy & Greed

2008-05-01T09:04:00.000-07:00

On the dark edges of our souls they reside in blackness
At the seams of our sanity they survive in emptiness
At the bidding of the dark one they morph in stillness
At the strike of the timid clock they emerge felt-less

Envy and Greed the sisters, forever rule human madness
Envy sings in sight of crimson that flows from the wound of alms
Greed halts the love that flows from a selfless giving palm
In dance and song they welcome misery as their guest

The crime of mind, locked in the dungeon of agony
Devoured by Greed
The crime of hate like the fountain of youth
In Envy’s eyes it breeds

Here I show the path the Sisters stalk
Be warned not forlorn in this life you walk
While the book reads “thy, shall not stray from thou path”
Beware these are sisters of past
They breathe beyond our last

They know thy name and they see thy face
And so you know just incase
Thou art be anything but meek or weak
When the sisters envy and greed you meet

For nor Adam or Eve are they, faceless their deeds
Guiltless are their vile deceits
But remain sisters they will indeed
Sowing their seeds in thou soul they need.

Beware the sisters Envy and Greed

Written By: Ravi the rat

Revenge & Hate

2008-04-30T12:29:00.000-07:00

Vengeance the fuel of self consumption
It leads you like a beacon
To the infinite false retribution
Hallowed by your own monsters and demons
Destined to the void of absolution
And crowned by your own wicked reasons
Feeling glory would come at its conclusion
As you lead and nurture your confusions

Believe not this selfish tragic being
Its satisfaction in a padded sarcophagus
The catastrophe filling it
Feeding on its rot and your own blindness
Be not overwhelmed by its stench in grace
Till you have seen its ugly face
To the gates of Hades take you it will
Whence there your kill will be the bill

And its brother of the same mother……..

How art thou mighty hate
I’ve know you and all your fates
But now your will on me has timed out
And you are but a little too late
For as you see I am free
Prancing outside your soulless black gates
Your brother vengeance failed to seize me
And you blundered in keeping me

Ha! Ha!, Herald my will that is above you
For I have paid in full… in time and in fee
Beg you shall and moan you will as you come at me
But I am not one of those who hide or flee
I will not climb your feeble tree
For that fruit you say I shall need
For now I am free by my own creed
As you wilt and die by your own deed

Written by : Ravi The Rat

War

2008-04-30T12:10:00.000-07:00

The Man and his wars

The man on the hill says it’s time to fight
Soldiers get in line! Your souls are mine do not take flight
When you see the other color, pull the trigger
Don’t hesitate or you will never get bigger

The man on the hill says it’s time to kill
Soldier you will be a hero if you know what I mean
Pillage and kill the children of the other land
And someday I will let you be a man

The man on the hill says its time you die
Soldier your land you have saved but your body is slain
Empty coffin a flag and seven 13 bullets piercing the air
But your body rots somewhere out there.

Written by : Ravi The Rat

Humans Humans Humans

2008-04-22T20:10:00.000-07:00

We are gods worst creation... we have, ever since the dawn of time been against our own kind, we seek authority over others by means of force to dominate and walla!! we have nuclear warheads! we seek to enslave our kin and you had the American Civil War. We are all jokes, We teach our children that the giant that lived in the skies that jack climbed and stole the golden eggs was a big bad monster?? What are we doing?
1. Jack was not supposed to take something that doesnt belong to him!
2. The giant was just a giant who got pissed off when his goose was stolen.
3. Jack kills the giant after stealing the goose by chopping the beanstalk down and the giant falls to his death.

So in summary we are teaching children that it is ok to take something that belongs to someone else and kill that person we took from and live happily ever after? Jack must have been related to George Bush. We should never teach children that witches are bad it makes kids go crazy when the see bag ladies.. as if they dont have it bad enough as it is? Monsters are bad, thank god for Shrek!! One up for the monsters!!

And who is that person in the North Pole trying to figure out why penguins cant fly?

Just For Fun - Written by : Ravi The Rat

My Friend(s)

He is as black as the night with a silver diamond on his chest
Tall, brave and mighty he was with his golden friend
But by will of nature their ties were doomed to an abrupt end
And with me he remained as to this poem today I tend
Fourteen years of all good, bad, sad and glad life showered upon us
Fourteen years of companionship with not a strain upon it, ay!
Even as your strength and will begin to fade In me I note you kept your faith
How I scream in silence to allow your depart
But with my arrogance I shall remedy my aching heart

On your part I felt your reluctance to go On my part my dear, true friend...

I needed you evermore
tis over now.... As I remind my self o
those dark nights full of frightful lore are but tales of yore
The long and treacherous path that we begun
Come at us, come at us, in our hearts we sung
Now seems nothing more than a tot on a retreating run
As you sit beside me and watch the little one have fun
I remember you and I by the sea in the evening sun

She is small and as black as you yet she shines in every hue
Vibrant and brilliant she is comparable to you
And thy, shall not deny that the teacher was you
Preparing her in your forthcoming absence and due
As she lays at my feet and her loving eyes I meet
I wonder and ponder if she will ever take your seat
But we all have to pass not knowing who is first or last
I am but prepared for your passing my true friend alas!
And with the young one I shall make a new stand
Your brave heart now I do not intend to offend
But here you sit and gaze at the tree by the meadows end
As if telling me, below it, it become your eternal den
Ay! On a beautiful morn with dew shall I lay you to rest
Below the hue of the flaming tree at the meadows crest
Yearn I shall for your gentle face that I fondly caress
And learn I shall from this agonizing duress
Be all that you can my friend as I will and nothing less
For one day I shall join you in the nether and continue our conquests

I wrote this 2 years ago when Al Capone(above) was very sick..... He is going on 17 now.. a little deaf but I put up with him anyway..

This is the little one Texas (above) a handful/ dayful and mindful.. never met a dog with such a motley collection of character!!!
Her magnum look... as my fiancee put it!!

Malaysian Immigration - The Malaysian Governments Horror House

2008-04-15T20:14:00.001-07:00

My fiancee is an Australian and we have been having so much trouble getting her a VISA (she is a graduate from the Photographic Studies College Melbourne). Recently we set up a company and was in the process of applying for a VISA when our whole new nightmare began! First the Malaysian Immigration don't give out VISAs without first giving you hell and bounce you like a ball between Damansara & Putrajaya ( she is Australian - my point being how many Australians would work here illegally or commit crime - I'm sure we could use our fingers to do that math work) and secondly we need professional photographers here to set standards among our local photographers - believe me there is a difference between the photographers from ZZOOM and Pak Din's son who got his first camera when he was 5 and someone who actually studied photography for 5 years in an institute designed for this.... anyway as my story goes I started asking around and to my horror found that

1. My Russian friend who has been married for 6 years to a Chinese and living in the same house and have a child has been denied a working visa let alone PR status?

2. My Russian friend who married a Muslim and converted to Islam had her work visa & PR handed over to her within 2 years????

3. My British friend who has been living here for 15years and married to a local has been denied PR status

4. My Indonesian friend - who is a Muslim was granted a Visa and a PR status within a year.

For those of you who have more horror stories with the Malaysian IMMIGRATION dept please feel free to post your comments!

What Subsidies??

2008-04-14T00:46:00.001-07:00

I recently was in search of a new car.... and with all this hype about fuel costs and subsidies decided to be a little cautious about how much milage I could attain for my dear Ringgit...

There I was looking at a Honda Accord it was ok but a little too pricey for my standards and decided to let it go and went home wishing I had an extra 20,000 Ringgit in my bank account and returned to my abode and surf the net, eventually I found myself looking at the Honda car series on the net and what do I see the same Honda Car being sold in the United States of America at only half the price (Brand New).

I checked up and researched this just to make sure and found that Malaysians Pay 30% - 60% More for cars than others... And I start thinking to myself, I pay the Malaysian government in car taxes not including Road Tax and Insurance and licence, for a car thats only 50,000 almost 80,000++ this would mean that i paid the government 30,000 to own a car and what are they talking about fuel subsidies?? are they going to subsidies 30,000 in 5 years before I change my car?? I think not... and in that 5 years how much are they the government going to subsidies my fuel cost??

As such I would like the Malaysian government to stop bitching and moaning about this fuel subsidy bullshit!! wake up fellas!!

Solemn Tapestries & Fallen Poetry

2008-04-14T00:35:00.000-07:00

Solemn tapestries and fallen poetry

In the depths of Neptune
From the heart of the shore-less Atlantis,
You came to me, you came to me
Doomed by my fate, dragged by my own undertow
I was born undone
A wicked soul whom I am
Mystical madness and illusions
The visions of different shades in black
My demons devour me piece by piece till I exist not and become the never of eternity
But yet remain we will in these solemn tapestries and our fallen poetry.

Written by : Ravi The Rat

Poetry I wrote some years ago - Closet Poet Ha ha ha

2008-03-02T18:32:00.000-08:00

The Dancing Candle – By Ravi The Rat

As the weeping sky cracked and stole my ever glowing light
I lit a light that swept me to a world of forgotten delights
The shadows danced to my illuminated glance
While my eyes were captivated in your elegant trance
In this gloom the tapestry has come alive and its beauty strives
And now its no wonder how in this day and age you still survive

Outside I hear the wind in argument with the weeping heaven
As the thunder rattles at my door a little past eleven
Oblivious to their tantrums and the chaotic loud booms
My fascination lies with the dancing of all in this room
I hope the ever-glowing light does not return too soon
For I am just about to begin my wretched croon

I note ye swaying yellow hue and your steady azure blue
Awe struck such grace so humble I never knew
Like a tear from an invisible eye you seem
From the summit of the melting white pillar you gleam
Ah! The white pillar that holds you within its seams
Till its final demise I know you will gleam

The wind has eased and the thunder ceased
But the raindrops they yet tease
If not for you this night would be naught
In your svelte you have conquered and taught
With your steady loom this night you have caught
Now you shall remain as I enter my abyss of thought

It struck me that at the birth of art you have been
At the alpha of letters you were seen
Oh what joy what glory have you brought upon me
Thy light tonight thou wisdom I see has no seams
Alas! The ever-glowing light shines by all it means
Dead and devoid of life it is with its bright lifeless beams

I curse and flutter to put it out and return to your vault
To find it locked and my mind veiled by the recent assault
Your dance is no more and the tapestry is dead once more
Snuffed you are from the crown of your white pillar
And thy shall wait upon your return in this forsaken villa
To grant it the mantle for the dance of thy beloved stellar

Written by : Ravi The Rat