CassAmino

A Mother fuckin' Denial

2011-07-17T02:43:00.000-07:00

You called me a mother fucker.
I deny
You said, you know me. You said I am this.
I deny
You said I am that
I deny
I categorically deny everything.
Am much more that what you accuse me of
I am the one that will get paid for the bullet you pay for.
I am the State. I am Zietgiest

Stay me,
Cass

Beatin on our Thumps

2008-05-11T03:24:00.000-07:00

A Red for the rogue in us
A Blue for the death we are walking to
A Green for the gloom we love
A Crimson for the final demise

Here we go Beatin on our Thumps

Stay Me
CassAmino

Oasis under a Microscope

2007-10-20T15:45:00.000-07:00

So when was the last time I ever tried to be what I wanted to be when I wanted to be what I wanted to be? That's the way it goes when the cranks of the world can be the sore on your forehead. I am better off with a dead whore sucking on my polly than trying to figure out a way to escape, thats like an oasis under a microscope. Fuck you! Fuck me!

CassAmino

Unmindful of Tick Tock

2007-09-14T23:40:00.000-07:00

I dreamt of becoming unmindful of Tick Tock. The dream ensued in successive phantom episodes of a new world life where I lost a new virginity at every blink of the eyes, where a river of love tears gushed in to me, to sanitize a new puberty.

Some dreams they were.

Stay me

CassAmino

The Vaganom Encounter

2007-04-30T00:40:00.000-07:00

The nomad-type has a penchant for moving, while the vagabonds are aimless in their movement, but the Vaganoms are a breed apart. They seek an eternal change, for nothing satiates their hunger for satiation, and are yet so purposeless, they lose themselves in unprecedented encounters that come their way. But being a Vaganom, some things are guaranteed like, losing the verge of the tip in a black hole mouth, getting soaked in salt water, not chasing the demons of myopia and hyperopia, living in the skins of any departed, fighting an intergalactic super war with your finger nails and ending up on a surface where everything is too clear to be told.

When every encounter is unprecedented, you are a Vaganom.

Stay Me
CassAmino

My hand was not mine

2007-04-17T19:11:00.000-07:00

Suddenly I saw my hand move, not as mine but as that of, of what? May be of another man’s or may be of some invisible creature that gave me a stunted glimpse of its maneuvering. But I saw my hand move, not as mine. That stuck me. But I warn you. Watch your hand.

Walking F.U.

2007-04-14T19:44:00.000-07:00

I was told
About this and about that
So I am
A Walking F.U.

Panta Rant Joker

2007-04-14T09:21:00.000-07:00

He came to earth on Groday, 30^th Feb 2∆∞1
With a lute in his two holed pocket
He came to earth to show the people
The hole that contained the answer
To their Prayers
The hole had the Honey Bun
And the Pepper Sausage

They had the Honey Bun
And the Pepper Sausage
But forgot to pray
That’s when the Panta Rant Joker
Took them up the hole
Through the lute
Into the sky

On Cropday, 30^th Feb 2∆∞9
He let the Women fall
Through one hole
And the Men through the other hole
But held the Children
For they had to wait
Till the Panta Rant Joker’s
Next Cropday

-Stay Me - CassAmino

Verge of the Tip in a Black Hole Mouth

2007-04-07T12:57:00.000-07:00

thus I define every single gush of pleasure and every single plunge of pain as I walk through the hawking medley of this foolish struggle> the garish shrieks of an unworldly ecstasy spurt out of my vocisac while the verge of tip is lost in a block hole mouth> and letting not the world of skirts lose its hope on the neutered kind> here I stand> with no way to say that I remain in love and in ecstasy> in pain and in abuse> of myself> losing the verge of the tip in a black hole mouth.

Unborn CoB

2006-09-17T04:01:00.000-07:00

As an extension as well as an exclusive focus to my second post titled Unborn CoP (Cult of Personality), Unborn CoB dwells on Cult of Brand. Read on...

There was Hitler and there was Gandhi. There was Mao Tse Tung and there was Martin Luther King. There was Jim Morrison and there was Kurt Kobain. Whether they fell on the Evil or Good side, irrespective of that…they were Cult of Personality. They swayed masses of people. Till the 1990’s Cult of Personality was a phenomenon in various parts of the world. A decade later, Cult of Personality seems to be a virtually impossible prospect. An age of individualism that crept in slowly powered by new media enabled the voice and freedom of expression for common man. He is no more common man, he is man who has his point of view and he has the medium to express it. Why need a Cult of Personality? Or better put, Will there be another Cult of Personality?

Now let’s take CoB. Cult of Brand. A comparative run of imagination brings these names to mind, MTV, Microsoft and Google. Let’s consider MTV. MTV was a CoB. It swayed 2 generations of youth in west, with its telling impact on every media, undyingly trailing as of date. As a brand, it achieved the cult status that gave it dizzying financial peak performances.

Now coming to the critical question, will there be another CoB of a far more profound and long lasting impact than MTV? Especially in an age of individualism, and niche markets, what is the scope for the emergence of such a CoB? Or how can Innovators/Business Houses/Entrepreneurs shift their focus from their existing perspective on business and customer value towards a larger than life and far reaching philosophy?

Stay Me

CassAmino

Lack of Dreams

2006-06-24T04:58:00.000-07:00

Lack of dreams indicates a certain level of peaceful state in life. But the penchant for a higher attainment leads man forward. Building upon the concrete walls of chaos the civilization is in, at any given point of time, man unites man, against the envelope curbing freedom.

Lack of dreams is an almost non-existent state of affair. And you are either a man united by another man, with or with out your knowledge, or you are the man that is leading forward, building on the concrete walls of chaos the civilization is in your time.

If you didn’t have a dream last night, you are free to walk to the State of Peace. If you had a dream last night, let’s build on the chaos, the path to the State of Peace.

Stay Me

CassAmino

Un-Interpreted

2006-06-23T05:27:00.000-07:00

6 years back, one usual night, on a lean hungry stomach, a few words came out of an unknown warmth, from the mouth of an ancient spirit, she walked like a Sylph, with a naked torso gleaming in the dim moon light, the words, just as they awakened me, giving that short and craving glimpse, of the Sylph, put me to an ecstatic sleep.

The words are still Un-Interpreted.

Fes bo ni ami ross

Fes bo ci ami ross

Vaxillo Cass A mino

Fullos cass dowr tu

Loscha culter pullo di

Lovera lovera loscha

Fes bo ni ami ross

Fes bo ci ami ross

What are they?

Stay Me

CassAmino

Mother

2006-06-22T08:05:00.000-07:00

Save the night from the harsh light
Let the embers speak of your warmth
Hold the bosom for your loving son
Keep him safe in the womb

Never cut the chords, Mother
Its all I know of you
But tonight the frequency is a buried memory
An innocent lapse

Cast your shadow, Mother
The light is too harsh
The dreams are doomed
And a nightmare haunts

Save the night from the harsh light
Bring me back the first memory
Bring me back the first moan
Tell me the story of you and me

Stay Me

CassAmino

Perishable Ink

2006-06-21T20:32:00.000-07:00

The profoundest of the thoughts were written in perishable ink, some on paper, some never written, some uttered, some never uttered, some just thought, some never thought.

Blot your thoughts out on the soul of humanity, on the loin of the sower, and if not the ink, let atleast the paper be imperishable. The thought shall resurrect.

And I wonder if all my creativity is nothing but buried and ancient memories resurrecting again.

Stay Me

CassAmino

Fourth World Messiahs (FWM)

2006-06-20T06:19:00.000-07:00

Wikipedia introduced restricted control over editing certain documents owing to vandalism and personal POVs. A much required measure to safeguard the truth. But then, be it a vandal or a personal opinion, this age cannot restrict voice. The Fourth World Messiah (FWM) is too compelling and too free.

There were movements that brought a sea change to the way the world went about and the way we lived. That was then. This world right now is minus the messiah who can sway masses. It’s filled with a million messiahs of individual POVs. The Fourth World Messiahs. Each one patiently waiting to explode the silence with a conspiracy theory of his won.

Let’s face the FWM in us. Do you differ on any issue? Post it here. Anything!

Stay Me,

CassAmino

The CONVERSATION with the Other Entity

2006-06-17T12:55:00.000-07:00

It was this dream I had yesterday…

I saw a vast expanse of people over a plain land and as I saw them they touched till the horizon. All of them were engrossed in one act – CONVERSATION. I couldn’t hear anything specific as there was a 20 yard distance separating me and the people. It was a huge roar. One mass wave of sound that kept fluctuating in its decibels, the fluctuations very minute! It all appeared to me like one conversation between two entities. One was the sum total of all the people 20 yards away from me. The other… you will know as you visualize my dream. As I kept watching them, a premonition started to engulf my engagement with the CONVERSATION. These people were doomed. Doomed to end their eclectically passionate way of conversation that sent everything but not what the other entity needed. You know, the other entity never needed anything specific for its own sake, but these people that stood 20 yards away from me were so ignorant, they didn’t know the other entity needed to be treated with dignity and respect, for their own sake. They didn’t know their conversation with it was supposed to be of harmony. Rather the whole conversation was a mixed bundle of love, greed, hatred, passion, lust, desire, peace, sorrow, happiness, violence etc., etc. In the end, the CONVERSATION didn’t have the merit of, leave alone harmony, not even the merit of pacifying the silently aggravating temper of the other entity.

Coming to the premonition, well what can I say, I was filled with sorrow. I was filled with remorse for having been born and having come to this juncture finally. It was a totally sorry state of affairs that I stood in right now, 20 yards away from the CONVERSATION. The CONVERSATION was about to end. That was the premonition that engulfed my engagement with the CONVERSATION. And with its probable ruthless implication setting afire a fiery imagery in my mind, my engagement with the CONVERSATION was plucked away suddenly with one jolt and then I stood there, 20 yards away from it, with shock and horror at what was bound to come. The CONVERSATION was innocent inspite of its intimidating output that cut the last chord of the other entity’s tolerance. The other entity manifested its fury then.

In a split second the horizon turned crimson and the fluctuating decibels of the CONVERSATION plunged to such a low, the CONVERSATION was muted. In the next split second the only sound that was audible was the mighty roar of the wind and one last harsh scream of the CONVERSATION as it was swept up and lifted away into the air, colliding with every natural element at the height of its fury. I was 20 yards away from the COONVERSATION, never actively part of it…

But… what the f%@....
END
We as a collective entity are in CONVERSATION with Nature.

Stay Me

CassAmino

Unborn CoP

2006-06-16T00:33:00.000-07:00

My View:

Mass Individualism represents the awakening of the human spirit! While still in its nascent stages, this individualism on an aggregate represents stubborn resistance to accepted conventions, though it doesn’t represent any collective ideology or school of thought, reason being the nascent stage itself. A common man today has the freedom not just to think alternatively but also express his thought through a medium, though he himself might not have a concrete solution. But since there is no collective ideology or school of thought to subscribe to, the scope for Cult of Personality is still huge. We shall be bound to see the emergence of such individuals, but this time, those individuals shall have an impact that is too profound and far reaching in its effect on people when compared to their yesteryear counterparts. While their yesteryear counterparts catered to masses of people who were merely souls ready to subscribe to a voice they couldn’t voice out, the unborn Cult of Personality will cater to a superior race of people with diverse individualities, but what binds even such diversely individualistic people to follow the Cult of Personality will be ‘height of freedom’ that the CoP shall drive at.

Freedom is the basic value proposition a Cult of Personality offers his followers, but it’s the ‘Height of this Freedom and its Possibilities’ that the coming generation of Cult of Personality will sway people on.

As long as there is superior knowledge and the unattained answers are left unattained, CoP is a possibility and each new CoP shall be more profound and impacting than their predecessors.

Who’s the next CoP? Can you guess?

Stay Me

CassAmino

The Four Letter Fantasy

2006-06-13T01:33:00.000-07:00

It’s a Four Letter Fantasy! The whole life! Amidst the myriad multitudes of unattainable pathos, and deep within, the soul urges to inch towards one actualization: pleasure. It’s the proportion of that pleasure and minus that pleasure that this life hangs on, in our primitive most form, be it Today or the bygone Day One. Whether it’s a little kid’s laughter, or a hardening nipple; a scream of agony or an unknown vibration deep within, in the end, life is a Four Letter Fantasy.

Walk back and then turn around, and walk ahead without a conflict, in one straight march into future. When you are doing that you will not be aware of the phenomenon around you!

Follow me, I will give you a picture of a phenomenon you are never bound to realize!

Stay me,

CassAmino
Leading the Four Letter Fantasy