the uchiha brothers

brother,
why do you look so sad
when i sat by you
you looked away
tell me
did you shoulder all the pain alone?
when i couldnt have noticed any of these
did you think i was too small for you to confide in and to share with your worries?
would it have turned out in a completely different way if i was your age?
you said you were a target set for me to surpass someday even you'd be hated and resented
as you smiled looking down at me,telling me everything was alright
i thought i saw reflief gleamed in your eyes
but the next second i knew i had been wrong
for when you turned away
i saw a flicker of desolation and fornlorness
and your backside looked just as distant as ever

brother,
will you ever be free to give me a training lesson as you promised
or am i just going to hear the whispered words of ''sasuke ,forgive me,not this time''
after much grunts and sighs
you'll beckon me over ,
as i stumble to a halt before you
you reach up and jab me lightly in the middle of the forehead,
speaking of which ,have you any idea that the faint pinkish mark it left afterward takes a long time to fade
you carried me home on your back once
i wrapped my arms loosely around your neck
listening to you speak
hanging carefully on every word you said
until i dozed off,head lolling slightly down onto your shoulder
you are always the best,in every single aspect
favourite of all teachers and parents
a role model dad has always wanted me to pursue after
but i feel tired from standing under the shadow ,from stepping into your shoes
when no one will just look at me for who i am
when all i want to hear is just '' i'm proud of you as my own son''
is it too much a request to be made?why wouldnt dad ever stop seeing you in me...
i will never be as good as you

brother,
do you feel tired and worn out lately?
as you stayed locked in your room these days
conversation shared is getting rarer and lesser
i wish you'd talk to me about some of your thoughts
i thought i understood you
but i dont and it freaks me out that i would be losing you somehow,have i already ?
have you faded so much quicker than i ever dreaded and feared?

brother,
tell me
why are we fighting for?
when all i was left is only you
we watch our world fall apart
tell me what good is winning
when you lose your heart
why do you cry?
when all you have been telling me are lies
has fear consumed you?
are you afraid of letting me know the secret you have been keeping
cant we just pretend
everything is just as it was
when we'd still got each other...

the massacre

there fell a silvery silken veil
of imperturbable serenity,sultriness
lone,the sickle moon opalesces across the sloping gravelled path
led from the major site of the village
down into an isolated small remote housing area
where on each side lined with rows of square houses with pitch black windows set into its walls
clumps of trees spill over the rough stone walls,
over which bore the crest of uchiha gleaming in the dark
chill,the cold bleak light streams up the blackened windows silently,
gleams off the chimneys perched on top of the gray slatted roof far and free
up the gutters,up the shadowy long forgotten bower
up the low stone bench
a haze of gray mist hung in the air like battle fumes
through which loomed the menancing shapes of shadows
down the drain they creep
of the damp,decayed sweetish smell of rotting lurks
each seemed to have a life of their own,each was the mirror image that bore perfect resemblance of the original
projection whose motion,appearance perceived upon,
predetermined before their existence
they fall stacked over each other,
move swiftly and merge
seems so similar,yet so different
do they exist or do they not
could they be free or are they slaves for people dreams

cold the west wind to blow
chill my blood hath run
resignedly beneath the dark sky
lay a hideously serene town
nor dread nor hopes spoke
as the death walks through
through the long sash window he peered
a hooded figure towering over
so wild a look upon its countenance,
gaunt and ghastly in the extreme
an utter depression of souls
of no earthly sensation,of the afterdream of reveller upon opium
of bitter lapse into daylife and the hideous dropping off of veil
death comes soon like a toll of a bell
looking down with mocking taunt
all the souls he yearns
with scorching thirst,flare and ablaze
without an idea they learn
with though a guilt they earn
their sorrow gave no token
for in hollow despair tomorrow stays vainly await
forever more..
swish of his long black cloak billowing ,swirling
sways and sweeps off down into the precipitous gloom
from which crimson blooms
as doom crashes
and he claims his throne
long rattling breath quivered
as wisps of vapour rise into chilly night air
the rasp of his voice piercing and thrilling
gasps of terror comes rippling
over the souls his scabbed,wizened fingers clasp
ghastly grim ,the ebony bird beguiling sad fancy into smiling
his fiery eyes burning,nothing further he utters,not a feather he flutters
never flitting,still sitting lonely,perched on the branch
the moon light streaming throws his shadow on the floor
as pairs of feet fleeting
clattering and jangling on the pavement
tottering pile of bones leers,jeers,and sneers
creaking,crawling,howls and cries
breaking,retching,lay crumpled on the floor
writhing,lurching with yells of anguish and dread
matted dark hair splaying over the blood stained floor
jagged pieces of glass shards shattering over
ragged,hoarse breath
mouth opens and lets off a faint gurgling sound
as blood choked and coughed up
fallen souls lay unmoving
death and pain lay proving
lost dreams and faith lay buried and covering
from inside the houses
stood against the wall
a gigantic clock
its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull heavy monotonous clang
mangled corpses,torn ,sliced open across the torso
along the upper chests
throats ripped open
gushes of red blood oozing from the deep gaps
running in rivulets down the board
pooled around the limp,lifeless bodies
leaving dark stains across the matt,over the walls
faces, streaked with bloody lines ,disfigured by horrors told the unspeakable fears,a mingled expression of anger and fright
eyes,with sheer blankness glaze and stare into nothingness
lips,parted with blatant surprise,as the last breath hovers and carried off into the silent night

a boy with dark blue hair hurtled down the main street past a shop
where red lanterns that were once hung from the ceiling smashed,and shredded into halves
strips of paper material littered and strewn the front door
hurried footsteps came rapping in the echoing silence
past several dark houses
no light issued from their curtained windows
he turned up a side street at the end of which
he came to a halt in front of his house
slided open the screen door,he stepped over the threshold into the almost total darkness of the living room
deep into the darkness he peered,long he stood wondering and fearing
half expected his mother beaming up at him
before wrapped her arms around him
darkness there,and nothing more
listened to the quiet of the house
pipes gurgling
the buzzing hum of fridge in the kitchen
ticking of water dropping from the gaucer into the sink
the foreboding feeling deepened
he crossed the room at a run
the creak of his feet upon the floorboards
as he peeked and sneaked round the corner
disappeared down a hallway
whispered softly into the dark
and the words mumured ehco back
merely this and nothing more
then he heard a tapping,from beyond the room
it came rapping from out of the chamber
rhytmical and disticnt
he slipped out and crept along a corridor
reached a dead end ,at which there is a door
it swung open at his touch
into a dark room held his beloved
nor a breath their chests heaved
out of the shadows
a man came into sight
his sleek black hair swept back into a ponytail
beckoning silence conjured upon his scarlet eyes
not a word said,he held his brother eyes
his steely cold gaze hardened
''i have killed all of them'' he told him in a low voice,before threw a knife across,it zoomed past with a soft whoosh and caught him at the left shoulder,opened up a thin line where blood trickled slowly from
into his head the man forced this evening
of deep reddened sky,of d gore and death it bore
the boy shook his head,
dropped to his feets before slumped away on to the floor,gasping and whimpering
''hate me,despise me,if you wish to kill me,by all means just flee,cling to your wretched life..when you have got the same eyes ,come for your revenge''
the man had approached,watching his brother intently
for a moment ,all was still,all was silent
as reassurance fled for ever
the sterner despair reigned triumphant
the echoes of the last chime of clock died away
the flames in the burning red eyes expired
and darkness held dominion all over

egoism and determination may be set apart by the thickness of a paper

first,we have questions like the measures or standards for what's right and wrong,then who's morally involved,and also the relevant rules to clarify the situations.

egoism theory claims that the justifications for the actions are based solely on the end or consequences brought upon by it ,an action is considered as good if it benefits the person,weather in long run or short term ,and bad,if it harms or causes him to suffer a loss.hence,their actions are ultimately motivated by self-interests.
it is believed that a human being seeks his own satisfaction of desires,and most likely,avoids what he despises in the process..but one may conceal his true motives behind virtuous attributes in order to get what he wants,as he's only morally allowed to carry out his action if he convinces others that he action takes into consideration of the interests of everyone..this can be highly deceptive

it's important not to confuse the term self-interest and selfish.it's our self-interest to go to the college we want,to listen songs,eat or sleep ,we feel deprived if we are prohibited to do so,and it's also our self-interest to help people,to volunteer in a funding activity,etc..for example: it does not make me an egoist because i take better care of myself compared to you

in self-deception argument,we tend to believe that what we do is completely selfless and for noble excuses,but it's not entirely true ,it claims that,when people choose to help others,they do so because of personal benefits that they expect to obtain ,for instance,one may make friend with a person ,who seemingly,likes to keep to himself or alone all the time,one may do so for several reasons
-to make a new friendship,to establish social networks( probably he's lonely and looking for companion also)
-it makes him feel good,makes him feel useful,in the sense that he has helped a person to get rid of his own distress and the feeling of desolation.
-it provides him a better way to understand the differences in people,why is he being alone or what, possibly,could have happened,which in turn,made him distrustful of others around him,is it fear ?or is it a way to protect the inner self..it satisfies one's curiosity,nevertheless

the compassionate impulses felt derived from the projection of our hopes and expectations on others, implied or unconsciously,that we hope to be treated in the same way..
for instance,positive reinforcer used in dog training,we provide the dog with food(reward)when it carries out the instruction as told,soon it will follow the command even the food is not seen.it's become a force of habit for it,just like the moral system ,which acts directly on the basis of a set of rules accepted or agreed upon by majority of the people,we are required to obey them,we are taught about descending to hell as eternal punishment if we do bad deeds and heaven if we are being good and kind to others ,so unconsciously implied by what we have learnt constantly,we seek pleasures from doing things that are deemed overrall as kindness,(is that truly what we hope for?)and avoid making mistakes to avoid punishment..so can i say the actions are actually being motivated by individual interests because we seek self satisfaction and avoid pain?

should i put it as unconsciously being egositic ?it may have become a habit,and breaking such rules will result in mental discomfort..avoidance may also be considered as a way to avoid self unhappiness,a person may feel horrified after witnessed a personal feud,an accident,quarrels ,misunderstanding,that he chose to back away in the end,it would have turned out badly trying to explain,people wouldnt have wanted to look from your point of views,it may have seemed that he's actually given up ,defeated ,but he's actually choosing what's the best and most comfortable for him,it must be conceded that different people have different opnions of what is in favour for them in the end

example : do not hide behind such superficialities as weather u should or should not give a dime to a beggar .that is not the issue,the issue is weather u do or do not have the right to exist without giving him that dime?the issue is weather u should keep buying your life,dime by dime ,from any beggar who might approach you .the issue is weather is there a need to prove the moral purposes of your existence and humanity within ...