Dented and Painted

I am Dented and Painted. You are Dented and Painted. This nation has been Dented and Painted. Humanity is dead, and on its epitaph, is written - Dented and Painted.

Get your bloody politics out of my womb, and keep them there.

Yes, I’m pro-choice (no, I don’t kill babies). I have no issues with abortion, and I believe that every woman should have complete bodily autonomy and should be able to have a procedural abortion if she chooses to. This does not mean that I support abortion due to sex selection/discrimination. 

Motherhood is a powerful institution, and should only be entered into if and when the woman is willing to. I do not understand why politics, as well as religion are considered, when a woman has made a very personal decision to have an abortion? These backward laws are not stopping abortions; they are just making these medical procedures unsafe. If a girl wants to have an abortion, trust me, she will. 

And what about rape victims? Victims of incest? Teenagers who are pregnant with no fault of their own? Odds are that 1 in 3 women will be victims of sexual violence in her lifetime. Does this mean that 33% of all women should be forced to carry out a pregnancy from this violation? Should we allow this further risk to be endured on top of what has already been done? Why should a girl be forced to carry out a pregnancy that is only going to remind her of an extremely disturbing and traumatising event? Where is the humanity in that?

Now many of you would argue that these women could endure the pregnancy, spending nearly a year of her life basically re-living the rape and its psychological and physical effects over and over again, to give up a baby at the end of it for adoption. However, we all are aware of the fact that there are millions of unwanted children awaiting adoption as you read this, who remain unclaimed; in fact, UNICEF estimates that there are 210 million orphans in the world right now. If they have no one willing to be their parent or custodian, why would another baby have a better chance?

Eternal Glory

Because the paths to the Lord are inscrutable
Because the essence of His forgiveness
Lies in His word and in His mystery
Because although God sends us the message
It is our task to decipher it
Because when we open our arms
The earth takes in only a hollow and senseless shell
Far away now is the soul in its eternal glory
Because it is in pain that we find the meaning of life
And the state of grace that we lose when we are born
Because God, in His infinite wisdom, puts the solution in our hands
And because it is only in His physical absence
That the place He occupies in our souls is reaffirmed.  


I recently watched the movie – El Laberinto Del Fauno (The Faun's Labyrinth) also known as Pan's Labyrinth in some countries, which is a dark fantasy film, written and directed by Mexican film-maker Guillermo del Toro.
These particular words that were spoken by a priest, during Carmen’s funeral, is one of the most touching eulogies that I have ever heard in a movie (with subtitles). Going over and over the scene, I finally penned it down here, a place where I come in my darkest hours.
I just couldn’t get over the fact that when we die, all that is left behind is a ‘hollow and senseless shell’ and the soul is lost forever. Memories slowly fade away and die with those that we shared them with and that one day all traces of ourselves will be lost forever. All that will ever remain is a name on a stone laid there by the people we loved and who loved us back. Will the soul ever find eternal l glory, heaven or hell (whatever you want to believe in)? Or will it just vanish, just as our names will as the world progresses?

Devoid Of What?

    Late night, and here I am. Sitting, thinking, biting my lip. What is this strangeness? This sadness? The cold doesn't make it numb. Is it the dim light? Maybe I could brighten the place up, but can that brighten my heart . . . do I even have a heart? I mean, I feel warm and fuzzy sometimes, but most of the time I can only feel the misery this causes me. The misery I cause to others, knowingly, unknowingly. I must stop biting my lip, it causes bleeding.

    I do see the knife. I do see the veins. They say it's like an adrenaline rush, feeling it pump out. But no, its a coward's way out. Plus, I don't have a tub to lay in and do it. The mess it would make on my floor. But then there is this feeling, and I can't seem to get a hold over it. Its not hapiness for sure, not about the newest crush that I have, not pms, not the cold. By the way, it is 18 degrees here, so suck it.

But then again, what is it?

Love.

Never said I wanted it. Never said I needed it.
Whatever.

God

God - The formless.
God - The void entity.
God - The state of primordial matter.
God - The primitive formless base of all matter.
God - The so called Chaos.
God - The reborn self preceding the creation of the Universe, the Cosmos.

   I was cleaning my room today, and I found a dusty old book from my school days with this written in it. I wrote this when I realized that I didn't understand what is or who is God. This was just a way to comfort myself from my curiosity.

The Last Girl

    "I want you to be the last girl I ever kiss." he said as he opened the little cushioned box in which lay a stunning princess cut diamond ring set in platinum. They were at her favorite place, the cliffs of Moher. It was a thousand feet drop till you could see the sea, a rocky bottom where the waves broke down violently. He knew how she loved to watched the sunset here while sitting on the hood of the car, they had done so a million times before.

    She looked into his eyes. How could he do this to her? Only this morning she walked in on him while he was fucking her sister. They had been too busy to notice that the door had opened a little. She had left as soon as she had come in. An hour later he had called her and told her he wanted to meet on the cliff to see the sunset. She tried to avoid it but he insisted. She thought it would be perfect.
    They stood at the edge of the cliff. The sun was almost under the sea. The sky was a scarlet colour. It was simply majestic. She kept on looking into his eyes as she put forward her hand. He took out the ring and placed it on her left ring finger. He stood up to kiss her, when she stopped him. 'I will be the last girl you ever you ever kiss' and with that she kissed him before pushing him off the Cliffs of Moher.