blowin’ in the wind


by Rotten Ideas
março 03, 2009, 12:39 pm
Filed under: filosofia, pensamentos

Entendiado em casa, saudade da minha menina, cansado de olhar o mesmo site…

Acho que em tudo existe Deus… nas árvores que crescem, nos dias de sol como hoje, mesmo que o sol não esquente, na magnitude de tudo o que o homem construiu e inventou… no amor entre as pessoas, no sorriso sincero do cara que ajuda uma velhinha a pegar o guarda-chuva que caiu no chão… enfim, em tudo existe Deus.

Mas e nas árvores que o homem destrói? Ou nos dias cinzas e frios em que aquela depressão impera? Ou na violência dos tiros que matam os inocentes, das bombas que destróem o que levou-se anos para construir, na cobiça que destrói vidas, que troca o sangue de uns pela felicidade de outros? E na ausência de vida naqueles que não conseguem olhar o próximo dentro do ônibus, daqueles que não desviam os olhos deles mesmos, que não vêem o que lhes cerca? Seria ingênuo afirmar que isso representa uma ausência de Deus…

Não. Deus está sim em tudo. No bom e no ruim, no forte e no fraco, na criação e na destruição. Acontece que deve existir uma harmonia entre o divino e o medíocre. Deus não distinguiu o homem dos animais por ser um “ser racional”, como muitos definem. Deus deu ao homem a opção da escolha, a liberdade de escolher tudo o que quiser. Deus deu ao homem uma verdadeira liberdade de expressão. Alguns escolhem ir contra a natureza do homem e de Deus – simples assim. Aquele que não reconhece que em tudo nele existe Deus, no ar que ele respira, na origem dos pensamentos dele, em sua própria composição física… aquele que não reconhece os sinais que os cercam… enfim, até mesmo na negação da existência de Deus existe Deus…

Em tudo o que nos cerca, no sol e na chuva, na virada dos dias, existem sinais para aqueles que crêem.

Enfim… sem elaboração, somente idéias… com o tempo tudo fica mais claro…



Age of Innocence by Rotten Ideas
março 03, 2009, 12:20 pm
Filed under: filosofia, pensamentos

before the rites of spring
come to mean all things
a little taste of what may come
a meer glimpse of what has gone

cause for the moment we are free
we seek to bind our release
too young to die, too rich to care
too fucked up to swear that i was there



Ugly by Rotten Ideas
julho 29, 2008, 10:39 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

I don’t look in the mirror
I don’t like what I see staring back at me
Everything is clearer
I’ll never see what you see
It’s not me
So beautiful and free
I’ll never be what you need
I can’t help it at all
I was born so beautiful
But now I’m ugly

And I rot in my skin
As a piece of me dies everyday
I know I’m nothing
I know there’s nothing I can say
To change
The judgement in their ways
I’ll never be what you need
I can’t help it at all
My love was so beautiful
But now I’m ugly

I’m good enough, but I don’t care
I’m good enough, but I’m not there
I’m good enough, but I don’t care
The sun is out, but I’m not there



Zero: Scratch 05 by Rotten Ideas
julho 07, 2008, 6:34 pm
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He didn’t know much about what he lost, but he knew that he wanted to get it back. “Didn’t want to lose you once again, didn’t mean to cause any pain”. For the very first time since heaven took her away, he looked into himself. He became aware about the weakness of his soul, and desperation took control. “Am I being punished by fate?” He used to blame heaven for taking her away, but he never looked into himself. Well, sometimes that’s even better.



Zero: Scratch 04 by Rotten Ideas
julho 04, 2008, 11:23 am
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As time went by, he knew he was all alone. He knew she wouldn’t come, he feared what he could become, but still had strength to not succumb. “If I speak my mind, will you hear me? If I reach to you, will you feel me?” He searched and searched for her. He finally stepped out, sent his screams as far as he could, to recognize that it wasn’t enough. He never spent time with faith, he never trusted anyone but himself. But he always avoided hate, drowned in love for her self.



Zero: Scracth 03 by Rotten Ideas
julho 03, 2008, 4:15 pm
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“If you see her, tell me why, why didn’t she say goodbye?” He couldn’t cool down his screams; he still had all those dreams. “Until when will she hide?” He feared that she had lied. “Is this a nightmare, or she really left me?” He still had hopes she would never flee. And through the night he remained silent, consumed by the screams of his mind. As time went by he became violent, in fear that he had been blind. “Doesn’t bother you that I’m not the one?” He wondered where she was hidden, and what wrong he’d done.



Zero: Scratch 02 by Rotten Ideas
julho 02, 2008, 2:40 pm
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He was all alone, he was on his own. He missed her greatly, but he missed himself even more. He has been a doer of none, a lone watcher, and thus he lost what was his. Once again, he knew it would be that way all along. But in her pure gaze he became lost, inside her, and inside himself. He was always lonely, but he had her by his side. He thought that she could never hide. But now she was not there, she was somewhere else, in a place he knew nothing about. She was the hidden face of all his dreams. Of that, they had no doubt. But all that’s left were his screams. He was helpless now, ‘cause he just did all that he pleased.