tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50565932011-04-21T17:35:00.159-07:00The Anachronistic Looney Man!!!"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances, if there is any reaction, both are transformed" -Carl JungMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comBlogger821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1159656809885503432006-09-30T15:51:00.000-07:002006-09-30T15:53:29.896-07:00Hello all...this is my follow up verse, talking to those men out there that seem to have a distorted view of courtship, hope you enjoy it!!This is for the men, that like to treat women like pieces of meat/I should write my thesis to speak of all the benefits ur mind ceases to reap/Y’all don’t need Jesus to preach about the proper ways to attract a chick/I should smack the shit out of you, coz forMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1158448434221440372006-09-16T16:03:00.000-07:002006-09-16T16:13:54.276-07:00Thought I'd share with you a verse that I wrote not long ago.....inspired by a suggested topic by one of my cousins. Enjoy....Women & their quest for the perfect bodiesThis is for the women, obsessed with the quest to be the next top modelAbusin their bodies, to be judged by Tyra and that messed up fossilI'm talkin bout that Janice lady, man its crazy how women go thru great lengths...Just to Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1152047673431744282006-07-04T13:50:00.000-07:002006-07-05T00:19:15.730-07:00Haven't done this for a while, kinda feelin it right now....A little somethin from my rhyme book, a.k.a The Blue Book...I can't explain this gift, I came to spit flames inflict pain aimed to rip brains until bitch lames resist, sick like rick james, shit I'll split frames to bits, the game's legit, if you're in to fame an glitz, take Caymen trips to see dames an tits, engrave ya name in whips Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1151546656315772602006-06-28T18:32:00.000-07:002006-06-28T19:04:16.366-07:00It is snowing heavily outside. I have never witnessed snowflakes quite this large. Forget large, pregnant is more the word, there are pregnant snowflakes falling heavily ouside. I am being driven by someone I cannot see, through blizzard like conditions that would make the best of us uneasy. When I say I cannot see my driver it is because he is invisible. I feel fine though, unperturbed by the Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1150263138337046222006-06-13T21:56:00.000-07:002006-06-13T22:35:35.763-07:00I walk in to a large train station with extremely high ceilings and pigeons flapping and pooping all around. Many many people are hustlin and bustlin around, either shopping, or looking for their train platforms. All the men are in suits and all the women are in ballroom dresses. At the time, the oddity of this situation didn't register, but hindsight is 20/20. As I continue walking, I see a Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1149219858941370052006-06-01T19:43:00.000-07:002006-06-01T23:36:11.876-07:00I woke up in a room that I had never seen before. I woke up to sights unfamiliar to me. I woke up in a building that was alien to me. A cold, industrial, grey, metallic building. A building with many stories. It must have been an old abandoned psychiatry ward in a remote town in belgrade, croatia, romania or some country like that....at least thats the feeling I got upon awakening. I looked Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1148709706898147222006-05-26T22:31:00.000-07:002006-05-26T23:01:46.906-07:00What kind of angel awaits a soul that has never experienced the light of angels?A soul that floats through life severed from love at every stage.A soul that always seems to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.A soul that acknowleges the benefits of this at times.A soul that is but an observer in the ebb and flow.A soul unscarred by the baggage of human relations.A soul existing but not Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1147424281519471242006-05-12T01:44:00.000-07:002006-05-12T01:58:01.586-07:00This is a poem/spoken word verse that I recently wrote....inspired by the beat to a song called Back on the Scene by an emcee called One Be Lo. www.myspace.com/onebelo. Great emcee!!!Where my mind goesThese karmic beats help to relax and sooth my mindI choose to find peace in these bluest timesI chill with people with fluid minds, its how my crews definedI knew this rhyme was supposed to move in Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1141966502553868172006-03-09T20:49:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:55:02.563-08:00I often wonder.....At what point did the mentality that one would rather be rich and guilty than poor and innocent seep in to the collective consciousness of humanity??? More importantly, what keeps this self-destructive engine going???Any ideas???Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1138922736316876362006-02-02T14:30:00.000-08:002006-02-02T15:25:36.353-08:00My latest rhyme.....spoken word over a slow heavy beat...sorry for the length, couldnt figure out how to seperate it in to verses without breaking up the flow or the ideasThe Death of RapNever thought I'd say it but I'm wishin that rap diesTurnin on tv, I can't listen to wack guysActin holy, like priests tryna christen an baptizeThe youth are too serious, I'm on a mission ta crack smilesIn Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1122211564060359782005-07-24T05:28:00.000-07:002005-07-24T06:26:04.066-07:00What up people,I was flippin through channels last night and something caught my attention. It was this guy Thomas Friedman, a journalist, author, and expert on the middle east. He was talking about his new book called "The world is flat". I haven't read it, but it sounds really interesting. Anyway, the topic he talked alot about was globalization. Now I've heard and read alot about globalizationMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1122169247213951492005-07-23T17:26:00.000-07:002006-04-01T22:43:29.286-08:00What is Race???What are the prerequisites one must have to be part of a race?? Is it common language, religion, culture, history??? Is it that you look like a certain group of people, your phenotype, what happens to be encoded in your DNA??? It can't be common language, any person can learn a language and integrate oneself in to a certain group of people. It can't be common religion, there are Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1118787651107104722005-06-14T14:13:00.000-07:002005-06-14T15:20:51.113-07:00Intention versus Behaviour.....part twoI would like to elaborate on what I said earlier about indulgence. There are two types of destructive behaviour that I believed are judged very differently by God. The first being harm to oneself, the second being harm to others. I indulged in the first type of destructive behaviour, which I believe is judged with less severity by God. Following this train Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1118725036967562402005-06-13T21:17:00.000-07:002005-06-13T21:57:16.973-07:00Intention versus Behaviour....part oneThere was a time in my life were I struggled internally with the concepts of intention versus behaviour. I was greatly ashamed, and suffered guilty feelings, towards some of the behaviours I was engaging in. I indulged in behaviours that were against my religion and values as a human being. Although I experienced guilt during those times, in hindsight, I am Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1117491181664304352005-05-30T15:00:00.000-07:002005-06-13T21:15:51.623-07:00Hello everybody...As most of you know, I was recently on a eurotrip with my cousins Wafaa and Salim. The first stop we made was in London. I was fortunate to meet up with other cousins over there and had a great time. We spent alot of time in Sheffield with my cousin Jalal and while there, we made some very amateur rap videos which I think turned out quite nicely in my opinion. Anyway, I recentlyMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1116634836289512312005-05-20T15:46:00.000-07:002005-05-20T17:20:36.326-07:00Wasted PersonalitiesI see it everywhere nowdays. I see it on street corners. I see it at malls. I see it at bowling alleys, roller skating rinks and school playgrounds. I see it at movie theatres, its everywhere and anywhere this new generation of hip hoppers decide to congregate. Individual personalities being suffocated, either completely discarded, or being pushed deep down in to the core of Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1116367384827068072005-05-17T14:28:00.000-07:002005-05-17T15:03:04.833-07:00Water CommercialI was watching tv the other night and this commercial for "pure, delicious, water" came on. Pure, delicious, water. It got me thinking. This is the genius behind marketing right here. The ability to consciously make subtle faults in the use of language to sell more product. If you think about it, "pure" water has no taste, so how the hell can it be "delicious". For something to beMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1115827914935571212005-05-11T08:27:00.000-07:002005-05-11T10:24:24.490-07:00Matching one's thoughts with reality.....part III confronted both of them separately on this matter, trying to rectify the situation.They both said it was not possible, basically neither of them believed me....The great divide between one's thoughts and reality continues......Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1115568653249279572005-05-08T05:26:00.000-07:002005-05-08T09:10:53.306-07:00Matching one's thoughts with realityI am a firm believer in the goodness of people. There are way too many people in this world that truely believe that people are innately bad. To say that people are innately bad is to say that bad things happen in a vacuum. I don't believe this to be true at all. I am deeply saddened by the fact that people have this believe. The ability of people to commit Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1114620003645932092005-04-27T08:48:00.000-07:002005-04-27T09:40:03.646-07:00I have nothing meaningful to post, just this...RAPS nothin less than major sections of haters an desicraters sentenced to respirators compressin ya chest to craters the rest are endangered, kept in the chambers of hells remainders where devilish legislatures are savin ya flesh fa later.....so when I speak its the words of a true survivor my verses will brutalize ya an drown you like scuba divers.Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1108521058485182372005-02-15T16:19:00.000-08:002005-02-16T07:38:46.996-08:00more lyrical gymnastics....My best rhymes are hidden from view, coz in the past they were bitten an used by emcees sick an abused, rewritten an fused with weak words that need work, that speak of greed first and giving last, living fast and whipping ass...stuck in a cycle, people lustin for idols, trusting is vital in this game of rap, keep your brain intact, even though ur lame an wack, strange Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1108098569730007362005-02-10T19:04:00.000-08:002005-02-10T21:09:29.733-08:00lyrical gymnastics.....This is a game I play with my self sometimes, I set myself a time limit like half an hour and see what comes out.....I try to make it as coherent as possible but if it just comes out as a bunch of rhymed words that don't make sense......I don't really care, I guess its the lyrical equivalent of a Rorschach inkblot test where the pictures are my environment.My rhymes are Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1107152821761877872005-01-30T21:28:00.000-08:002005-01-30T22:34:28.336-08:00I would just like to say that at this time last year my very good friend Sameer Ahuja passed away. He was an amazing human being who definitely touched many lives with his innocence and pure soul. He was always happy and had a zest for life despite his struggle with cancer. He was a genuine person, very down to earth, and full of positive energy. I really wish I knew him for a longer time before Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1103093460442291722004-12-14T21:25:00.000-08:002004-12-14T22:51:00.443-08:00Truth What is truth?? Is my truth the same as your truth?? Who is the dispenser of truth?? Is it the judges of a court?? Can truth be tied to judgement?? For some people it is "true" that life is just the appetizer to an endless main course to be had sometime in the future. For others it is "true" that life is the only thing that exists. For yet others, "truth" is the fact that there is Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1102919815684193652004-12-12T20:56:00.000-08:002004-12-12T22:36:55.683-08:00The Religious vs. The Spiritual I've been thinking alot about the difference between religion and spirituality these days. I guess this interest stemmed from a time magazine I read a while ago that featured an article on something called "the God gene". The article basically advocated the idea that, as humans, we are innately driven to the belief in a divine power. Some scientists in the articleMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1102822660082889902004-12-11T17:44:00.000-08:002004-12-11T19:37:40.083-08:00Hello all, I've been wanting to post this for quite a while now, all I can say is procrastination is a biatch... I read this book called "The lexus and the olive tree" by a brilliant man called Thomas Friedman. An extremely eye opening read I must say. It was about globalization and the importance of understanding its intricacies in order to live in todays fast pace world....It's been a while Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1101277685059609262004-11-23T22:14:00.000-08:002004-11-23T23:40:53.726-08:00Somethin else from the blue book...... I write these lyrics on the daily but who can slay me coz plainly the crews that hate me get played like a eukeleli move ya hooters baby groove like the eighties when views were shady an humans were too fugayzzi to notice the truth was crazy but lately the youth's are swayze coz maybe the noosed israeli is dazed and moves with frailty like Jay z amused by Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1101108972381594442004-11-21T22:22:00.000-08:002004-11-21T23:36:12.380-08:00some ish on my mind......u gotta read it in one breath until u come to the commas Whoever said that life was sweet was either lying or stupid I try an improve it, usin sights and science in music no time for exuses, time is exclusive to those who take it, to corner sources of cages storing glorification I know it's amazin, my raps have past the place that bashed ya face plastered and trashed ya Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1100595003812140132004-11-15T23:53:00.000-08:002004-11-16T00:50:03.813-08:00I was driving home from work a couple hours ago, it was around 12:30am. My way home is through the countryside, through narrow dark streets where lights are few and far between, as are cars. It's basically you, the road, and the comfort of your car. It's a beautiful drive to work and back I must say. During the day you see rolling hills and the beauty of nature staring back at you. At night you Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1091286796286360832004-07-31T07:48:00.000-07:002004-07-31T08:13:16.286-07:00Lighters and match boxes, attach rockets to fighters now there's a topic for writers while looters pocket the china intruders' optics divide us and hooters' hot chicks excite us.....confusin and losin the young and innocent who'd rather be havin fun with Giligan becoming dumb and militant promotin guns and diligence for a lost cause, I pause and let it sink in, I'm thinkin of pimpin, as I walk Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1090999365409404672004-07-27T23:31:00.000-07:002004-07-28T00:22:45.410-07:00My crew's crazy like narc's equipped to decipher words by euphrates narcycist, don't speak you maybe targeted, I think outside the box and dislike creeps who make me part of it, seek the weak and shady arcynists, and burn them like hades garbages, ladies and babies marketed, like objects for profit, gotta knock heads to stop it, society's money hungry and anything goes, many think dough's the Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1090633479246020862004-07-23T18:22:00.000-07:002004-07-23T18:44:39.246-07:00Milk the system, shape minds like state signs, tilt an twist em, just kill the victims, human vandalism, assumin you an ya crew can tango with em, mango livin, like jamaican scenes, makin then takin dreams, from shell shocked achin an shaken teens, rapin forsaken beings, in their own homes, ideas not homegrown, enforced from the outside, as inconceivable as if the clouds dried, not understandin Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1088230020359070192004-06-25T22:13:00.000-07:002004-06-25T23:07:00.360-07:00"Backup needed at the ITU. I repeat, backup needed at the ITU!!" says the secretary at switchboard. Everybody turns an stares at me. DAMN!! I guess its my turn. With gloves in my pocket I take off at top speed, down the hall, out the door and across campus. It's 10pm. It's raining. The setting couldn't be more gloomy. By this point in my job I am used to this..... The ITU (Integrated Treatment Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1087688622111995372004-06-19T16:22:00.000-07:002004-06-19T16:43:42.110-07:00I have suffered terrible writers block for the past several weeks but now I am finally over it. As some of you may know, I used to be a battle lyricist posting battle verses at demotropolis.com. I still am, BUT I would like to say that I've graduated from battling and am now strictly concentrating on more introspective rhymes about the world I see. As I said, I've been having really bad writers Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1086704463635856252004-06-08T07:11:00.000-07:002004-06-08T07:21:03.636-07:00From the millions of sperm and eggs wasted on this planet daily, God chose you to experience life... [J.Ivy] We are all here for a reason on a particular path You don't need a curriculum to know that you're apart of the math Cats think I'm delirious but I'm so damn serious That's why I expose my soul to the globe; the world I'm tryna make it better for these little boys and girls I'm not just Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1081811808715377722004-04-12T16:16:00.000-07:002004-04-12T16:20:37.000-07:00No foundation for this one.... I am the ghost writer behind the words I am the thought inspiring the inspirer I am the calm before the storm I am the push behind the domino effect I am the genetic mutation behind the evolving I am the underground, when everyone else is the street I am the engine behind the train of thought I am the reason, willing the cause to fruition I am the invisible wind, Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1080966535212612842004-04-02T20:28:00.000-08:002004-04-02T23:12:26.280-08:00I have received some feedback from some individuals saying that my posts tend to be very "out of the blue", unconnected to the real world so to speak....so I've decided to give you somewhat of a foundation (as well as remind myself, for later contemplation, where I was coming from when writing) The following post was inspired by a movie I watched two hours ago...."The Doors" Words, images, Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1079314311765136222004-03-14T17:31:00.000-08:002004-03-14T17:35:01.653-08:008pm is fast approaching.....been up for 15 hours already so this post should be interesting. The mind is vulnerable at the moment, open to any and all external stimuli that might cross its path..... ohhhhh STOP THAT NOISE DAMMIT!!!!!!!!! Yes the weather was perfect today, especially when the fish from liverpool made monkey noises while washing the dishes. The crown atop the head of the man Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1079137719539701552004-03-12T16:28:00.000-08:002004-03-12T16:31:46.780-08:00another day another person another thought another connection seldom alone always lonely the man I used to know fell of the edge of the world its been weeks, no luck he took everything he took ME the entity controlling my being has no foundation personality shifty chameleon-like, it displays the characteristics of a leech stealing identities, mannerisms, individualism losing originality lackingMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1075358503614259032004-01-28T22:41:00.000-08:002004-01-28T22:43:52.936-08:00"Never underestimate the greatness of that which people don't understand" - Me I was gonna write more but I think this says it all in terms of what I'm feeling right nowMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1074281443521647782004-01-16T11:30:00.000-08:002004-01-16T11:32:36.373-08:00I've never heard a voice quite like this before... It is unique and most magnificient... It is a voice tainted by loss, despair and loneliness... It is delicate yet extremely articulate, It is forceful without being so... It is like an oval stone lightly skipping over the water of words... It makes the hair at the back of my neck stand... It sends chills up my spine... It gives me a tingling Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1074153069331861382004-01-14T23:51:00.000-08:002004-01-15T00:04:36.733-08:00Back from the dead!! I thought I'd continue the story of our ancestry, mind you, I'm not much of a storyteller but I will try. Part B: Our Ancestry continued..... Sweat drippin of their bronzed skeletal frames they emerged in to the scorching sun. The three young men readied themselves for the tortous trek through the rugged mountainous terrain. As they were Sheikhs, leaders of their village, Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1069968809125089562003-11-27T13:33:00.000-08:002003-11-27T13:34:16.216-08:00UMI SAYS by Mos Def Singing I don't wanna write this down I wanna tell you how I feel right now I don't wanna take no time to write this down I wanna tell you how I feel right now, hey Tomorrow may never come For you or me Life is not promised Tomorrow may never show up For you and me This life is not promised I ain't no perfect man I'm trying to do, the best that I can, With what it is I Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1069320586375447302003-11-20T01:29:00.000-08:002003-11-20T01:30:22.606-08:00One step closer to the inevitability of success... Something quite interesting happened to me two nights ago. It was around 5:30am and I was trying to sleep. Tossing and turning I started feeling an unusual amount of pressure building up in my skull, just behind my forehead. This pressure lasted about a minute or so and it was starting to get painful. Then it happened....there was an actual Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1068547673474872512003-11-11T02:47:00.000-08:002003-11-11T02:48:17.780-08:00Once again I'm sitting at this table in the wee hours of the morning. It's almost 6am, just another 24 hour sleep deprived marathon. I look forward to the hallucinations and whispers that will greet me soon. I'm staring at the wall, staring at the pictures, staring at the past, staring at my kin. Cousins, neices, nephews, all young, all happy! It makes me happy, I'm smiling to myself, It's got meMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1068460192270733242003-11-10T02:29:00.000-08:002003-11-10T02:30:15.623-08:00I've been losing myself to the space between the seconds of time. I've been to the nth dimension. The place where sleep is for the weak, introspection, at it's peak. The only rest is in between the blink..... I'm too used to living in death's shadow Its become too comfortable. It is where I find solace. I need to detach myself from it lest I die in ignorant bliss. I reached down in to the Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1066193354326121152003-10-14T21:49:00.000-07:002003-10-14T22:13:28.786-07:00A man walks down the street. Its a street in a strange world. Maybe its the third world. Maybe its his first time around. He doesn't speak the language, he holds no currency He is a farm man, he is surrounded by the sound.... The sound of camels in the marketplace He looks around and around and sees angels in the architecture They're spinning in infinity...he says "angels, hallelujah" A man Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1065048832575981772003-10-01T15:53:00.000-07:002003-10-01T15:53:52.026-07:00In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist....Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1065029586502672922003-10-01T10:33:00.000-07:002003-10-01T15:50:45.530-07:00I just had to post this....don't ask me why. I just think this, whatever you choose to call it, is brilliant... Lauryn Hill.....the female Bob Marley There's a war in the mind over territory for the dominion/ Who will dominate the opinion, schisms and -isms/ Keeping us in forms of religion, conforming our vision to the world church's decision/ Trapped in a section, submitted to committee Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1064974255508859322003-09-30T19:10:00.000-07:002003-10-01T15:55:49.073-07:00Just soak it up and accept it in silence..... Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1064112955903787442003-09-20T19:55:00.001-07:002003-09-20T20:02:11.430-07:00......Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1064112910278391812003-09-20T19:55:00.000-07:002003-09-20T19:55:09.730-07:00testingMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1064029378841738262003-09-19T20:42:00.000-07:002003-09-19T20:42:58.403-07:00They keep coming back to me like vivid flashbacks. Thoughts of another time, thoughts that have never been part of my existence. It's hard to explain, I guess you could call them dreams, but they feel unique. I'm not talking about the dreams, but the origins of these thoughts. A young man was walking with another being in a preservation. There was a field, many trees, and a hiking path. The Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1063313299003642792003-09-11T13:48:00.000-07:002003-09-11T13:48:19.030-07:00Yesterday I went to this site called bored.com......I was introduced to it during my last semester of university. It is a great way to pass time if you have time to spare. Things that make you go hmmmmm........ Wouldn't it be smart to make the sticky stuff on envelopes taste like chocolate? Why are the commercials for cable companies on cable but not on regular television? Don't they want the Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1061687066562557882003-08-23T18:04:00.000-07:002003-08-23T18:04:26.543-07:00Hey Whats up? Whats new?? I haven't written anything on here for a while. Lets see.....When I put on my computer, I had a jolt of creativity and was inspired to write something important. Alas, once I got here I lost that inspirational feeling. My mind is torn nowadays. Many things seem to be happening yet nothing seems to materialize out of the many many thoughts and feelings swirling in my Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-1058656174455072952003-07-19T16:09:00.000-07:002003-07-19T16:09:34.416-07:00Test Test....humphrey, goldnuts are you there??? What is going on??? What is this shit??? Are you infected?? Did you talk to the man??? The blind one, you know, Simone?? The one who hears in color and sees in taste....yes, yes, thats the one. Tell him the Iguana is looking for him....tell him to watch his back because the Iguana is loco....he reincarnates and becomes you. He already has me, I Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-956041632003-06-12T13:52:00.000-07:002003-06-12T13:52:48.480-07:00Oh yeah one more thing.....NEVER, EVER EVER EVER EVER do 100 toe raises with a heavy bag on your back without stretching before and afterwards.....trust me, you wont be able to walk the day after, and will be in major pain for the rest of the week!!! Words of wisdom...Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-956035822003-06-12T13:35:00.000-07:002003-06-12T13:35:40.796-07:00Happy belated birthday dear sister!!! Her birthday was two days ago.... I just got asked what 2100 hours is....people are funny, lol I recently watched at excellent movie. Bowling for Columbine!!! I heard a lot of great things about the movie, and I must say, all those great things were confirmed!!! It definitely deserved an oscar, Michael Moore was great!!! For those who haven't seen this Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-949755902003-05-27T22:24:00.000-07:002003-05-27T22:24:05.636-07:00This was the highlight of my day...... I was sitting behind this couple, having my lunch today.... Harvey's combo number 4, without the bacon, with a side order of onion rings and an iced tea. I was minding my own business, thinking about very very relevant things. The woman kept looking back at me about every 2 minutes. She had a very nervous, stressed out look about her. It occured to me Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-949083832003-05-26T13:07:00.000-07:002003-05-26T13:07:41.216-07:00I just wrote a long blog about my day, but it didn't post for some reason. I am not going to spend any more time writing because I'm tired, and am sick of this computer that never fails to frustrate me. If it were alive, it would be dead by now.....I'm a little pissed off as you might be sensing I've decided to get sucked in to the black hole of "boring", and succumb to posting the oh sooo Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-948386612003-05-24T14:13:00.000-07:002003-05-24T14:13:34.983-07:00There was once an ancient philosopher called Saint Anselm. One sunny morning he decided to take a walk, so he put on his flip flops and robe and went outside. It was a beautiful day indeed, the birds were chirping, the sky was blue with a few patches of cloud, the children were taking their morning dumps in the streets.... He proceeded to walk down the street, minding his own business, smelling Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-948019932003-05-23T13:46:00.000-07:002003-05-23T13:46:47.450-07:00Thought is just an agitation of the brain Philosophy is the geometry of words Semantics is the name of the game, I will prove this now.... God's attributes consist of, but are not limited to, Omnipotence, Omniscience, and Omnibenevolence. In layman terms, God is all powerfull, all knowing and all loving. I believe everbody will agree with this statement.... Some philosophers however, despite Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-932767552003-04-25T20:15:00.000-07:002003-04-29T23:55:11.000-07:00It wouldn't be logical to think that one could clone the soul... Since the soul is not a tangible object, an object that can't be located in the human body, how can it be cloned??? How can humans be cloned without a soul, I don't believe its possible. In my understanding, the soul is the essence of life. God's breath is the Soul. We are told in holy books that God breathed life in to the human Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-929511482003-04-20T16:30:00.000-07:002003-04-20T16:30:27.996-07:00I don't feel "plugged in" to the social order of things... At the present time I am jobless and am not attached to any organization. In other words, I can speak my mind freely without having to think about any consequences. I can speak my mind freely without the scare of maybe losing my job or offending anyone I have any legal attachments too. At this present time, you could say I'm somewhat Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-925451492003-04-13T15:17:00.000-07:002003-04-13T15:17:18.733-07:00Drastic slapstick tactics gettin ya ass kicked until you backflip on the mattress.....say that 4 times fast The mad rapper is back.... Random Rambling in Rhyme part 4... Keystyle 101 My personality tends to be black, with a few shades a grey......Its safe to say.....Eminem paved the way for talk of cutting people up with machettes and razor blades......body parts in my room stay for days.....Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-919398492003-04-03T14:02:00.000-08:002003-04-03T14:02:36.966-08:00One fine day, in the middle of the night, Two dead boys sat up to fight, Back to back, they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other, If you doubt the story is true, Ask the blind policeman who saw it too, Or ask the deaf beggar, who heard the noise, And came to kill the two dead boys. ~anon~ Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-918270232003-04-01T22:43:00.000-08:002003-04-01T22:43:08.686-08:00THATS IT!!!! I've had it with living like this, from this moment on I will..... Laugh when things are "funny" Be sad when things are "sad" Dress "my age" Have a predictable, routine life Be a conformist Wear the same colour socks Make sure they are holeless Not wear them half hanging off my foot in front off people (what an odd boy) Wear colour coordinated clothing Be in style Go for quantity Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-915371092003-03-28T01:46:00.000-08:002003-03-29T00:04:12.000-08:00Aight here we go... Random Ramblings in Rhyme part 3... Keystyle 101 I think I'll do this Acapella this time.....hehe uh uh yeah... The world is complex....girls and wrong bets......blogs with long text.....dogs in contests......sirens an bomb theats.....its hot, my palm sweats....hip hop, what's on next.....kid rock and 'nam vets??......Big pop in flip flops....lips drop when shit's hot.....Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-915197882003-03-27T18:54:00.000-08:002003-03-27T18:54:16.576-08:00I was just at my cousin's blog a few minutes ago, posting a comment in response to his comment about an earlier comment. Now I have a vivid picture in my mind of trolls and pigmies square-dancing in the rain while a group of hobbits play duck duck goose around a dying camp fire. Thats all for now folks... Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-914328112003-03-26T12:45:00.000-08:002003-03-26T12:45:13.046-08:00I went on a 7 hour road trip to nowhere last Saturday......it was great. I learned a lot about life on my trip, but the most striking thing I noticed, is that children are the only human beings that truely live in the present. The more life experience one has, usually as a result of aging, the less one is truely in tune with the present. We live our lives bouncing between thoughts of the future Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-911698882003-03-21T23:18:00.000-08:002003-03-21T23:18:29.436-08:00I choose not to speak about the war or any political issues in this blog. I have been exposed to quite a few blogs recently....actually most blogs that I have been reading are all about war and politics. Distressing, biased and dogmatic news in general. I have decided to make mine light-hearted and fun, geared to making people laugh and smile. I would just like to say, (to my two readers, Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-910413252003-03-19T21:41:00.000-08:002003-03-19T21:50:20.000-08:00Breath in, breath out....aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Random Ramblings in Rhyme part 2... Keystyle 101 Crackin the knuckles Crackin the neck Crackin the back Closing the eyes what do I see..... I see cheech an chong......the weed is gone......I need a bong.... it addicts the weak and strong.....my feet are long....but I dont indulge in any intoxicants....."say no to drugs" e-mail's have Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-907265552003-03-14T11:59:00.000-08:002003-03-14T11:59:45.013-08:00Drawing a ball blindly from an urn does not ensure randomness unless the balls in the urn are well mixed, and blindness regarding the solution need not involve blindness regarding the problem: We may know that our problem is to win a game by drawing a white ball, but we may not know whether our solution will be accompanied by french fries from McDonalds, or french fries from Burger king.... Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-904434242003-03-09T23:16:00.000-08:002003-03-09T23:16:49.890-08:00Can someone please explain to my brain that I've just severed a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain???????? Crazy is as crazy does... Once again I sit here in front of this computer screen staring blankly ahead!!! I am here in the dark. It is 1 am. I feel most comfortable in the dark, like a blanket, it covers me from the evils of the world..... It is also conducive to my creative surgesMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-900516192003-03-03T06:57:00.000-08:002003-03-03T06:57:32.640-08:00I'm getting quite suspicious of the ingredients contained in aftershave.... To be continued........Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-900089962003-03-02T11:37:00.000-08:002003-03-02T11:37:48.950-08:00I'm really getting tired of hearing nothing but war related news on t.v these days..... The palestine/Israel conflict, global terrorism, the North Korea situation, the "showdown in Iraq"!!!!! This disease is rapidly eating away at humanity, and the only people who have the power to stop it have their ego's in the way. It's a simple formula that has been polluted with too many extrenous variablesMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-899737242003-03-01T16:04:00.000-08:002003-03-01T16:04:38.483-08:00The saga continues.......Water: Hard or Soft?? In my opinon, any man who prefers soft water is a fruitcake with extra raisins in the middle!!! Besides the "so called" heath benefits of it being good for the skin and hair, (I havent seen any studies mind you), who wants to waste their lives trying to scrub off the neverending soapy feeling??? In addition, it seems to me that when you are in the Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-898606282003-02-27T13:29:00.000-08:002003-02-27T13:32:52.000-08:00Against the canvas of the night, appeared a curious celestial phenomenon..... He was an old man of arab descent dressed in sandals and a clean white robe blowing in a light wind. This man was the only living being in a vast flat desert spanning miles in every direction. He seemed very out of place, yet exactly where he was supposed to be. The man was standing in the middle of the only sand Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-898211372003-02-26T21:37:00.000-08:002003-02-26T21:37:55.483-08:00We've run out of time, answers will have to wait for now. The dark is here, sleep stands quietly at the side, waiting, trying to get made. The day is done. So let us lay down until the sun speaks, smiling at us over the horizon. My thoughts aren't my own right now, so I find myself here. I wonder, could we understand each other if there were no words to describe what we feel? I'm not alone Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-897204242003-02-25T09:12:00.000-08:002003-02-25T09:16:51.000-08:00I feel the need to write again......some more random ramblings from a man misplaced in space and time. Life is beautiful....the birds, the bees, the worms, the trees....the breeze on a summers day, please dont run away......come and stay with me, quickly, swiftly, you look sickly, I need to take a shower and soon, unlike you, I don't smell like flowers in june, I devour the noon time, a Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-897075252003-02-25T04:38:00.000-08:002003-02-25T05:05:07.000-08:00Good Morning!! As I look outside all I see is heavy snowfall. It's become quite a banal event in these parts. Mr. Winter is forcing us indoor so he can have his way with the world. Seems quite selfish really. Although one must be selfish sometimes, or else you will never really get to do what you truely want. I don't believe half of that last sentence. So good for you Mr. Winter.....snow and blowMazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056593.post-892094332003-02-16T16:16:00.000-08:002003-02-16T16:16:40.970-08:00Faster than Jack Robinson can say his own name, I have entered the blogosphere!!!!!!! I am here to take over the blog!!! Let me first introduce myself and thank the appropriate person for my existence on this site. Thank you Deebug. In the next....however many minute or hours you are mesmerized by my writings (if I'm lucky enough to sustain your attention), you will either start to really really Mazenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07684559789507515521noreply@blogger.com