your arms burn as they try to rekindled a lost flame
your soul twitches in its place
a fresh start
that means hell on earth
the more you do the more you have to do
what point is that for you to carry on in this battle
you have outlived your purpose
"out-served" your passion
that is no need to be one of us
why are you here?
the battle you have fought
the trophies you have won
meaningless
stripped down bare to the pathetic bar on a piece of cloth that is your ampulet
what for?
why fight on?
why do you choose the most difficult of routes?
these questions will befall on you
there will be shame
there will be pain
but no longer will you have to bear it alone
same goes for the credit you will no longer claim it as if it were your own
maximum pain
minimum glory
a good coat of arms to be fighting for...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
as poor as such
quiet silence of a symphonic orchestra
a silent squeaking between the pause
not a noise but a sound
as her tiny paws scrambled amongst tapping toe caps
thudding sounds.. resemble napalm crashing to the earth lighting up the sky in a brilliant amber projection
to her extreme sense of hearing.. an out of tune vibration in the air....
she raises the upper torso
surveys the surroundings
on conclusion she runs due south towards the exit
away from the high frequency noise
suddenly
..
her hearing sense seem to all but function
a flash of white light
the amber flicker burning the crimson liquid of the humans a deep umber colour
mars black smoke fills the chapel...
she lays motionless
as the winterchill takes over
a silent squeaking between the pause
not a noise but a sound
as her tiny paws scrambled amongst tapping toe caps
thudding sounds.. resemble napalm crashing to the earth lighting up the sky in a brilliant amber projection
to her extreme sense of hearing.. an out of tune vibration in the air....
she raises the upper torso
surveys the surroundings
on conclusion she runs due south towards the exit
away from the high frequency noise
suddenly
..
her hearing sense seem to all but function
a flash of white light
the amber flicker burning the crimson liquid of the humans a deep umber colour
mars black smoke fills the chapel...
she lays motionless
as the winterchill takes over
Sunday, December 6, 2009
day 6.5
the long march takes her toll on us..
our eye bags darken...
our calf muscles pulling taut against our joints..
but renewed in strength ..
the saw a group of cadets weak eager to retreat..
but we shall stand and we will not yield..
for long now....
the journey has begun
as we walk onwards our differences are cut down
barriers broken
dreams formed
a life beyond the next activity
a life beyond the harsh words
a life of empowerment
as we march onwards
the jimminy cricket within us reminds us
of the image that which we are to uphold
calmness in the center of the tornado
the sense of urgency in a slowly fading wind
the life of a fish battling for his life against the receding tide
just one of them
just another soldier
just another leader
just another you...
the code : move faster think better do more
is no longer a code we live by..
it is our standing order
we must be better
for our alma mater
for our reputation
for our corps
no more will there be me, you, him, her....
but only a we....
our eye bags darken...
our calf muscles pulling taut against our joints..
but renewed in strength ..
the saw a group of cadets weak eager to retreat..
but we shall stand and we will not yield..
for long now....
the journey has begun
as we walk onwards our differences are cut down
barriers broken
dreams formed
a life beyond the next activity
a life beyond the harsh words
a life of empowerment
as we march onwards
the jimminy cricket within us reminds us
of the image that which we are to uphold
calmness in the center of the tornado
the sense of urgency in a slowly fading wind
the life of a fish battling for his life against the receding tide
just one of them
just another soldier
just another leader
just another you...
the code : move faster think better do more
is no longer a code we live by..
it is our standing order
we must be better
for our alma mater
for our reputation
for our corps
no more will there be me, you, him, her....
but only a we....
Thursday, November 26, 2009
on the road
her eyes of dark flame,
snow white skin
hand in hand
red lips of passion
a soul who has cheated life
..
condemned to steal the souls of men
..
she is a wish
your every desire
dark wing will lift you unto the sky
the wing of her child were crushed and killed
..
dracula's powers could never compare..
she gave the meaning when you said she stole your heart
she gave you a life that could never be real
...
you drop your armour
moved in closer
the pulse on your neck seems to draw her nearer..
..
as your fantasy unfolds,
your soul caves in into a nothingness
..
succubus...
snow white skin
hand in hand
red lips of passion
a soul who has cheated life
..
condemned to steal the souls of men
..
she is a wish
your every desire
dark wing will lift you unto the sky
the wing of her child were crushed and killed
..
dracula's powers could never compare..
she gave the meaning when you said she stole your heart
she gave you a life that could never be real
...
you drop your armour
moved in closer
the pulse on your neck seems to draw her nearer..
..
as your fantasy unfolds,
your soul caves in into a nothingness
..
succubus...
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
ashes to ashes , dust to dust
the very essence of night mares
the gift of darkness
freedom of silence
in an epic proportion of geurilla warfare
the puff of smoke from a triggered pistol
in flight with demons
the very essence of nightmares
the happiness of fear
as fire drips slowly
trapped forever in trance
the love surrounding you form up the labyrinth
within which the minotaurs of your own tortured soul ram
aimlessly ..
onyx black highlights surrounding the dull vermillion flames
so clear so defined
he will remain
forever
the gift of darkness
freedom of silence
in an epic proportion of geurilla warfare
the puff of smoke from a triggered pistol
in flight with demons
the very essence of nightmares
the happiness of fear
as fire drips slowly
trapped forever in trance
the love surrounding you form up the labyrinth
within which the minotaurs of your own tortured soul ram
aimlessly ..
onyx black highlights surrounding the dull vermillion flames
so clear so defined
he will remain
forever
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
sweet sixteen.. taking plunge...
so come on
this day is yours
once and ever
glorious in the sun
dance and shout it out
confront your demons
and live your life free
this is time
just explode you radiance
colour your life
in red and blue and green and orange
..
just live
its your life
take the chance
roll the dice
gamble your worries down the billard table
...
and now , jokes aside
you are one
you are free...
this day is yours
once and ever
glorious in the sun
dance and shout it out
confront your demons
and live your life free
this is time
just explode you radiance
colour your life
in red and blue and green and orange
..
just live
its your life
take the chance
roll the dice
gamble your worries down the billard table
...
and now , jokes aside
you are one
you are free...
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
of all wishes...this one's a curse
to all those whom this may concern:
and indifferent news of such.
one cannot lose touch
for the day after this,
the eleventh day of the eleventh month..
an honourary routine ,
marking my age...
my life has thus shortened by one year.
and yet i feel
as if i were dying right now
my faint pulse skips its eleventh beat
my lungs draw no air from my eleventh breath
and all those around me look at me and stare
a cold needle pricks my fragile hand..
i walk with him and his sickle..
so far
so long
into
the void.........
and indifferent news of such.
one cannot lose touch
for the day after this,
the eleventh day of the eleventh month..
an honourary routine ,
marking my age...
my life has thus shortened by one year.
and yet i feel
as if i were dying right now
my faint pulse skips its eleventh beat
my lungs draw no air from my eleventh breath
and all those around me look at me and stare
a cold needle pricks my fragile hand..
i walk with him and his sickle..
so far
so long
into
the void.........
Friday, November 6, 2009
lady of hartz
prestige and honor could not compare
emotions gathered for this we swear...
harbored by the protection of others..
youth of thy fountain , follows thy spring.
autumn begins , edge of sixteen.
nations will bow , their heads in thy crowns.
gathering amidst the billowing clouds..
yesterday, she was but a needle in a hay field..
under pressure she fits into the family heirlooms...
in desperation the young prince searches but never finds
the love so strong had made him blind
binded by the iron shackles...
he risk his life of freedom to that of matrimony...
he lost his crown and all those around..
he has too flee from this wretched town
faster and faster they run and run.
until suddenly, she stops ..
stunned
shrapnel fell from high above plundering their lives now rested in dirt..
above them all a white rock had said here in lies the leader of dead...
emotions gathered for this we swear...
harbored by the protection of others..
youth of thy fountain , follows thy spring.
autumn begins , edge of sixteen.
nations will bow , their heads in thy crowns.
gathering amidst the billowing clouds..
yesterday, she was but a needle in a hay field..
under pressure she fits into the family heirlooms...
in desperation the young prince searches but never finds
the love so strong had made him blind
binded by the iron shackles...
he risk his life of freedom to that of matrimony...
he lost his crown and all those around..
he has too flee from this wretched town
faster and faster they run and run.
until suddenly, she stops ..
stunned
shrapnel fell from high above plundering their lives now rested in dirt..
above them all a white rock had said here in lies the leader of dead...
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
cry out your joy (the immortal)
destroyed yet victorious..
his will dying off
his body slams down to the ground
grime on his forehead..
the scorching sun and hollow moons
..
he has to fight
for no one
not for his lover.
not for himself..
just fight
for the sake of fighting..
not to win..
but to make others lose..
..
he grips his stomach in one hand,
and weilds his blunted machete in the other.
he stands
the waves of unbearable torture..
..
each one not able to kill him..
..
he fights..
..
no more shame ..
no more lost love..
no more emotion..
his pupils dilate fully..
a soul-less being slaying away at mindless danger...
blunted
dulled
battered
crushed
bent
smashed
he stands up once more..
rips off his flawed armour
his perfect body unharmed..
an imagery of dorian grey.
he picks up the wooden stake he stabbed into the ground
plunges it into his chest cavity..
veridian larva gushes out...
his face turns a pale shade of cerulean..
his body floats away into the breeze as ashes...
his will dying off
his body slams down to the ground
grime on his forehead..
the scorching sun and hollow moons
..
he has to fight
for no one
not for his lover.
not for himself..
just fight
for the sake of fighting..
not to win..
but to make others lose..
..
he grips his stomach in one hand,
and weilds his blunted machete in the other.
he stands
the waves of unbearable torture..
..
each one not able to kill him..
..
he fights..
..
no more shame ..
no more lost love..
no more emotion..
his pupils dilate fully..
a soul-less being slaying away at mindless danger...
blunted
dulled
battered
crushed
bent
smashed
he stands up once more..
rips off his flawed armour
his perfect body unharmed..
an imagery of dorian grey.
he picks up the wooden stake he stabbed into the ground
plunges it into his chest cavity..
veridian larva gushes out...
his face turns a pale shade of cerulean..
his body floats away into the breeze as ashes...
Sunday, October 18, 2009
calamity and disorder
queen of rose.
upsurpt from her throne.
yet still commanding the folks.
king of skies
tries his best to help with her difficult thorns.
all of rose , micromanaged...
the sky feels trapped and stale.
all the days seem the last too long ..
and hell begins to unfold...
and my blood,
trapped by the storm's close ..
shattered the thin taut rope
upsurpt from her throne.
yet still commanding the folks.
king of skies
tries his best to help with her difficult thorns.
all of rose , micromanaged...
the sky feels trapped and stale.
all the days seem the last too long ..
and hell begins to unfold...
and my blood,
trapped by the storm's close ..
shattered the thin taut rope
Monday, October 5, 2009
watchers
in this moment of gloried homicide,
i dedicate to thee..
in exoneration of a guilty reluctance..
my glorified existence comes crumbling down..
my tall gold-plated pedestal of sand..
triumphant i may be..
but the are not tears of joy..
for he has what i do not...
the true joy of this i cannot have..
the love of my life now left and buried..
..
on the tombstones i do read..
on her grave i will keep safe from harm..
her corpse of no more life will never be diarmed...
a victorious knight in white armour ..
now a necrophilic grave keeper...
but leave him be..
a necrophile swimming in the cauldera...
i dedicate to thee..
in exoneration of a guilty reluctance..
my glorified existence comes crumbling down..
my tall gold-plated pedestal of sand..
triumphant i may be..
but the are not tears of joy..
for he has what i do not...
the true joy of this i cannot have..
the love of my life now left and buried..
..
on the tombstones i do read..
on her grave i will keep safe from harm..
her corpse of no more life will never be diarmed...
a victorious knight in white armour ..
now a necrophilic grave keeper...
but leave him be..
a necrophile swimming in the cauldera...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
atop the pedestal composed of your fallen adversaries bodies.
claiming the sweet thick , viscuous honey nectar of revenge.
sweet delight to see them in virtual purgatory , as they burst into ashes in front of your eyes.
they never thought much of me..
they had always thought i was insignificant...
but i no longer care..
i will retain my self-respect and walk on through life with my head held high ,
whist using the skulls of cadavers as spittoons..
no longer...
if i have to walk through the life of victory alone then so be it.....
i am the victor now.....
claiming the sweet thick , viscuous honey nectar of revenge.
sweet delight to see them in virtual purgatory , as they burst into ashes in front of your eyes.
they never thought much of me..
they had always thought i was insignificant...
but i no longer care..
i will retain my self-respect and walk on through life with my head held high ,
whist using the skulls of cadavers as spittoons..
no longer...
if i have to walk through the life of victory alone then so be it.....
i am the victor now.....
Monday, September 7, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
liars backstabbers...
in my jouney, i have seen so many butterflies turn out to be bees in disguises.
the masks they wear..
a falsehood shared by brothers and sisters..
i have learnt that this world is driven by sins..
greed translate in to money , in to wealth into charity organisations into embezzlement...
lust turned to love turn to sex turned into alimony.
wrath disguises as courage , translates into fighting spirit , causing wars .
gluttony becoming innovative food produce, that cause diabetes and obesity.
need i elaborate futher?
all you have in this world is yourselves..
..
if u think u have a soul mate,
think again..
i'd like to push the boundaries further... has anyone loved without lusting?
no isnt it?
..
truth be told..
everything is a lie..
we must lie to live...
subsistence will one day be all that we've got left.....
in my jouney, i have seen so many butterflies turn out to be bees in disguises.
the masks they wear..
a falsehood shared by brothers and sisters..
i have learnt that this world is driven by sins..
greed translate in to money , in to wealth into charity organisations into embezzlement...
lust turned to love turn to sex turned into alimony.
wrath disguises as courage , translates into fighting spirit , causing wars .
gluttony becoming innovative food produce, that cause diabetes and obesity.
need i elaborate futher?
all you have in this world is yourselves..
..
if u think u have a soul mate,
think again..
i'd like to push the boundaries further... has anyone loved without lusting?
no isnt it?
..
truth be told..
everything is a lie..
we must lie to live...
subsistence will one day be all that we've got left.....
Thursday, August 27, 2009
you will never understand me, never.....
here me as my blood is bleeding..
my heart you see is no longer beating.
you cannot realise the ache i'm feeling.
just step aside while i'm falling.
they say that as we grow up we become stronger,
some of use , we become weaker.
their eyes they just stare into our veins
causing us to feel so much pain.
their lies the hurl as their offences
we crumble beneath their savage verses.
theres no more light,
no more fun,
all the world has turn on us.
we must must run
run away
from their sacarsm,
from their eyes
..
no more hurting
no more pain
our legs they bear us through this shame.
foundations crack
they are leaking sand
you hear you see
all has been disband
a moment of folly, your lifes regret.
hold me close now, run away.
they come now, crushing us against our will
they hear now, cutting us apart.
we must run .
our eyes pool out a lake full of crimson.
no more no more
..
they can hurt us nomore..
our skin has healed
our lives are done.
my heart is kept in its original charm.
no one can hurt it no one will
many tried so many have failed..
never will i sit in corners
sobbing for my heart's lost honours..
..
Never again....
my heart you see is no longer beating.
you cannot realise the ache i'm feeling.
just step aside while i'm falling.
they say that as we grow up we become stronger,
some of use , we become weaker.
their eyes they just stare into our veins
causing us to feel so much pain.
their lies the hurl as their offences
we crumble beneath their savage verses.
theres no more light,
no more fun,
all the world has turn on us.
we must must run
run away
from their sacarsm,
from their eyes
..
no more hurting
no more pain
our legs they bear us through this shame.
foundations crack
they are leaking sand
you hear you see
all has been disband
a moment of folly, your lifes regret.
hold me close now, run away.
they come now, crushing us against our will
they hear now, cutting us apart.
we must run .
our eyes pool out a lake full of crimson.
no more no more
..
they can hurt us nomore..
our skin has healed
our lives are done.
my heart is kept in its original charm.
no one can hurt it no one will
many tried so many have failed..
never will i sit in corners
sobbing for my heart's lost honours..
..
Never again....
Monday, August 17, 2009
perhaps its too little , too late..
there once was a knight fighting so far far away..
he used to scowl at his king who gave the orders astray..
but one day his messenger came from the eastern hills, bearing ill news of their kingdom
the knight he rushed onwards to save his people...
but by the time he retreated , his castle laid in ruins..
the knight he said crying," i'm sorry my dear king,
you wisdom was endless, and i was insolent..
i should just listened i should stayed by your side...
now i beg of your forgiveness as i lay down my lifeee"..
he kneels near the crusifix on which bore his master..
the stench of their carcasses fouling the winds..
then his men they stabbed their spears in to the grounds as tears bled through their helmets..
the sky it had darkened , the rain on our arrows ,
i heard the knight said in his dying bloody words,
" forgive me , my weakness, my many many sins..
i should've just listened instead of arguing..
my sister , my brothers they are returning to their land ...
perhaps some day , we may rule again...
no ten thousand years later,
we should face the same..
why have we been fighting the castel,
why havent we been there...
now in rubbles i lay still,
blood flowing from my torso,
i still regret mmy defiance to my kings...
he used to scowl at his king who gave the orders astray..
but one day his messenger came from the eastern hills, bearing ill news of their kingdom
the knight he rushed onwards to save his people...
but by the time he retreated , his castle laid in ruins..
the knight he said crying," i'm sorry my dear king,
you wisdom was endless, and i was insolent..
i should just listened i should stayed by your side...
now i beg of your forgiveness as i lay down my lifeee"..
he kneels near the crusifix on which bore his master..
the stench of their carcasses fouling the winds..
then his men they stabbed their spears in to the grounds as tears bled through their helmets..
the sky it had darkened , the rain on our arrows ,
i heard the knight said in his dying bloody words,
" forgive me , my weakness, my many many sins..
i should've just listened instead of arguing..
my sister , my brothers they are returning to their land ...
perhaps some day , we may rule again...
no ten thousand years later,
we should face the same..
why have we been fighting the castel,
why havent we been there...
now in rubbles i lay still,
blood flowing from my torso,
i still regret mmy defiance to my kings...
the stranger
how vulgar and erotic..
the sight of the void seducing myself..
stripping away part by part of my shields..
exposing virgin naked flesh..'
tempting me, drawing me closer and closer...
i walk , shifting my steps backwards as best i can.
a parry, followed by a block,
a jump, and i feel my soul split into two at the seary heat from her sabre
the scythe now , dripping with blood stand erect on my carcass
the sight of the void seducing myself..
stripping away part by part of my shields..
exposing virgin naked flesh..'
tempting me, drawing me closer and closer...
i walk , shifting my steps backwards as best i can.
a parry, followed by a block,
a jump, and i feel my soul split into two at the seary heat from her sabre
the scythe now , dripping with blood stand erect on my carcass
the creationist
strokes laid perfectly..
her life she encased in her works..
neat , precise...
effort thought consideration concentrated on her life,
minute details done and redone..
free, yet accurate..
staying true to her course..
her life she encased in her works..
neat , precise...
effort thought consideration concentrated on her life,
minute details done and redone..
free, yet accurate..
staying true to her course..
the sun-flower lover
she of whom,
sister of the chemist..
her fight is not with the world, but within it..
her love for all things inanimate,
and disgusts at the slightest of remarks miscast..
her smile..
wide, barring polished canines to defend
her soft yellow
sunflowers
sister of the chemist..
her fight is not with the world, but within it..
her love for all things inanimate,
and disgusts at the slightest of remarks miscast..
her smile..
wide, barring polished canines to defend
her soft yellow
sunflowers
the chemist
long gold hair fluttering against her copper skin.
the toll of studies never scarred her flawless facade..
she is superior in this realm..
her knowledge so vast so deep..
i glance at her entity.
from across the void..
she smiles at her enemies,
muttering words that shatter their will..
their fight could never be started..
she is the diplomat , the scholar, the chemist...
the toll of studies never scarred her flawless facade..
she is superior in this realm..
her knowledge so vast so deep..
i glance at her entity.
from across the void..
she smiles at her enemies,
muttering words that shatter their will..
their fight could never be started..
she is the diplomat , the scholar, the chemist...
Sunday, August 9, 2009
until and unless (song for my love)
until and unless,
you show me you love me.
until and unless,
you stop shoutin at me..
until you see the world with eyes as open you realise your smile is broken..
you finally understand that the world is coming to an end...
until you .. realli know me..
until you , dare to kiss me..
till the day that i am sure that when i go down on my knees
that you will say yes..
that you will say yes..
you know that we belong..
you know that you are the onlii one for me yet you aint coming back for me..
so fine i say , as i walk away ..
youll never see the scars again..
just that plastic mask i wear ..
to speak only when i am spoken to..
i am cold.....
unless. you open me...
alocked wooden door you cant see me..
you will never know of me...
i will dissapear ...
i will give you the satisfaction of seeing me in my own purgaaatooryyyyy
until and unless ...
you love me.
you show me you love me.
until and unless,
you stop shoutin at me..
until you see the world with eyes as open you realise your smile is broken..
you finally understand that the world is coming to an end...
until you .. realli know me..
until you , dare to kiss me..
till the day that i am sure that when i go down on my knees
that you will say yes..
that you will say yes..
you know that we belong..
you know that you are the onlii one for me yet you aint coming back for me..
so fine i say , as i walk away ..
youll never see the scars again..
just that plastic mask i wear ..
to speak only when i am spoken to..
i am cold.....
unless. you open me...
alocked wooden door you cant see me..
you will never know of me...
i will dissapear ...
i will give you the satisfaction of seeing me in my own purgaaatooryyyyy
until and unless ...
you love me.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
runaway mental
bright larva oozing out from squishy tubules..
loud screams of joy.
the buzzling sound of a motor,
with lovely shiny crystals moving round and round in circles,
touching anything,
and turning it into my favourite colour.... vermilion..
that actually sounds cute ..
ver me lion..\
ooh
lions .. gentle cats..
reddish cats..
i touch them, and they become two..
so beautifull.....
zzzzz
...
weeeeeeeeeeee
...
zzzzz
..
ARgh!!!!!
...
zzzz
....
woohoooo
..
zzzz
...
some one could get ....
zzzz
...
fun..
eek
..
i got red paint all over my clothes .....
why did u spill red paint on my clothes?
now my mom's gon get so angry wif me..
..
hmmph
..
good bye
....
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
loud screams of joy.
the buzzling sound of a motor,
with lovely shiny crystals moving round and round in circles,
touching anything,
and turning it into my favourite colour.... vermilion..
that actually sounds cute ..
ver me lion..\
ooh
lions .. gentle cats..
reddish cats..
i touch them, and they become two..
so beautifull.....
zzzzz
...
weeeeeeeeeeee
...
zzzzz
..
ARgh!!!!!
...
zzzz
....
woohoooo
..
zzzz
...
some one could get ....
zzzz
...
fun..
eek
..
i got red paint all over my clothes .....
why did u spill red paint on my clothes?
now my mom's gon get so angry wif me..
..
hmmph
..
good bye
....
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Monday, August 3, 2009
arial... the beginning.....
your master scolds you.
the words that had replaced the whip the replaced the ratan cane.
the cut from the inside..
you feel the urge to argue.
you know you cannot win.
even if you won, you would still have lost, in the grand scheme of things.
you are lost..
the pain from the inside..
you dig your fingernails into your arm,
pain that distracts you from more pain..
ironic
,..
" you are a waste of my time'
your heart bleeds liquid crystals from your eyes.
poisoning them , a veridian glow.
the fire.
the emptiness,
while you are corrodes from the insides..
your gut twirls in magnificent spirals.
the pain..
everything you were fighting for turning against you.
the inferno,
leaving in its wake a cold dark solitary destitude..
you are alone..
a mystery weather the cold was from the beads of tears wiped haphazzardly on your sleves... or from your heart...
your soul splits into two, co-existing in one body.
one dominant over the other..
you fight yourself..
you have become an abomination.....
the words that had replaced the whip the replaced the ratan cane.
the cut from the inside..
you feel the urge to argue.
you know you cannot win.
even if you won, you would still have lost, in the grand scheme of things.
you are lost..
the pain from the inside..
you dig your fingernails into your arm,
pain that distracts you from more pain..
ironic
,..
" you are a waste of my time'
your heart bleeds liquid crystals from your eyes.
poisoning them , a veridian glow.
the fire.
the emptiness,
while you are corrodes from the insides..
your gut twirls in magnificent spirals.
the pain..
everything you were fighting for turning against you.
the inferno,
leaving in its wake a cold dark solitary destitude..
you are alone..
a mystery weather the cold was from the beads of tears wiped haphazzardly on your sleves... or from your heart...
your soul splits into two, co-existing in one body.
one dominant over the other..
you fight yourself..
you have become an abomination.....
Thursday, July 30, 2009
you are not alone
green caterpillas
crawling , moving slowly over a piece of leaf.
comfortable.
it spins its home.
comfortable.
then it is soaking it boiling water killing it slowly.
its home is now worn and sold as the most comfortable of fabric...
oil, the thing that gets you to school on time.
pumped out of creaks ,like liquidified gold.
a leak,
and a family of five , living together in harmony,
so loving...
suffocated before being burnt in their sleep..
life..
as young mothers hold their new born in weak flaccid arms,
a feeble smile carrying so much emotions...
some where else, a single-parent father of three dies at war...
his carcass no where to be found..
his children displaced from their homes..
classes..
the smarts, maintaining their aces , victorious all the time, work harder..
never contented with what they have..
the rest of us, struggling for passes , looked down and spat upon..
why cant we be them?
the rich,
surrounded by people,
donations aplenty..
their pockets inflate faster then one can differentiate..
the poor,
walking the same corridor as you and i.
alone ..
getting poorer and worser every day..
you,
smart and rich,
the lord has been kind unto you..
yet you take these gifts for granted...
i ,
know what it feels like to be hit..
in the stomach,
in the face
..
hurt greviously..
scarred for life by the demons of my past..
yet you dare say you feel alone?
yet you dare wonder what you are fighting for?
you have yet to understand soo much.....
crawling , moving slowly over a piece of leaf.
comfortable.
it spins its home.
comfortable.
then it is soaking it boiling water killing it slowly.
its home is now worn and sold as the most comfortable of fabric...
oil, the thing that gets you to school on time.
pumped out of creaks ,like liquidified gold.
a leak,
and a family of five , living together in harmony,
so loving...
suffocated before being burnt in their sleep..
life..
as young mothers hold their new born in weak flaccid arms,
a feeble smile carrying so much emotions...
some where else, a single-parent father of three dies at war...
his carcass no where to be found..
his children displaced from their homes..
classes..
the smarts, maintaining their aces , victorious all the time, work harder..
never contented with what they have..
the rest of us, struggling for passes , looked down and spat upon..
why cant we be them?
the rich,
surrounded by people,
donations aplenty..
their pockets inflate faster then one can differentiate..
the poor,
walking the same corridor as you and i.
alone ..
getting poorer and worser every day..
you,
smart and rich,
the lord has been kind unto you..
yet you take these gifts for granted...
i ,
know what it feels like to be hit..
in the stomach,
in the face
..
hurt greviously..
scarred for life by the demons of my past..
yet you dare say you feel alone?
yet you dare wonder what you are fighting for?
you have yet to understand soo much.....
Friday, July 24, 2009
i-- the last of the alphabets to yours..
i wish you you good luck to the love you have found...
be sure to send me a post card , uptown girl:>
ill be waiting..
you know where.:>
be sure to send me a post card , uptown girl:>
ill be waiting..
you know where.:>
to him to find her, to tell her i love her, and im sorry
i do not love those of whom judge me, by what they see.
i do not love those who show off to me.
i do not love those who can manipulate me.
i do not wish of love,
i do not dream of its power.
it is a well polished trophy,
useless.
its all the same...
it will always be ..
what starts with sin of lust..
how those people make it sound so ..
majestic..
no.
i do not love...
those who do not love me back.
if you want me..
you can take the second step...
cus my staircase has no first step...
if you wish to dive..
do not try to resurface..
there is no air....
i do not love....
for my love so far away has found her man , and now i dead.
so to those who read of my tragic passing send her flowers,
walk her down the aisle.
walk her past the biten apple,
proven her lover with 5 loaves and 2 fishes.
and make sure she doesnt ever.
find out o\how i have ...
crashed , and incenerated...
so go forth now..
she is waiting...
i do not love those who show off to me.
i do not love those who can manipulate me.
i do not wish of love,
i do not dream of its power.
it is a well polished trophy,
useless.
its all the same...
it will always be ..
what starts with sin of lust..
how those people make it sound so ..
majestic..
no.
i do not love...
those who do not love me back.
if you want me..
you can take the second step...
cus my staircase has no first step...
if you wish to dive..
do not try to resurface..
there is no air....
i do not love....
for my love so far away has found her man , and now i dead.
so to those who read of my tragic passing send her flowers,
walk her down the aisle.
walk her past the biten apple,
proven her lover with 5 loaves and 2 fishes.
and make sure she doesnt ever.
find out o\how i have ...
crashed , and incenerated...
so go forth now..
she is waiting...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
nicky- instructions for the damned
when you read this letter you must ensure that you are alone.
it is of paramount importance that only you should know of this letter.
you know who i am.
i , the author , is you , before your memories were erased.
you must believe me.
if not , just check the underside of your right thumbs nail, i have imprinted serial numbers underneathe it.
you will need the number in your next mission.
first of , a girl will approach you, three days from the day you have regained consciousness.
her name is nicky, but you will call her nick.
she will be your driver and weapons manager.
as you might already have noticed , you are able to do certain things .
things that normal people cannot do.
things that i cannot specify in this letter.
just know that a group of agents known only as the renaissance.
they are well skilled.
you must not fight them alone , or head on for that matter.
you must seek out a man who goes by the name of "lucky spear".
do not get close to him, and keep your distance from his daughters.
you must convince him to help you.
nick will help you with most of that.
your next set of instructions are 10 kilometers from where you stand.
bearing 173 degrees.
good luck , me..
it is of paramount importance that only you should know of this letter.
you know who i am.
i , the author , is you , before your memories were erased.
you must believe me.
if not , just check the underside of your right thumbs nail, i have imprinted serial numbers underneathe it.
you will need the number in your next mission.
first of , a girl will approach you, three days from the day you have regained consciousness.
her name is nicky, but you will call her nick.
she will be your driver and weapons manager.
as you might already have noticed , you are able to do certain things .
things that normal people cannot do.
things that i cannot specify in this letter.
just know that a group of agents known only as the renaissance.
they are well skilled.
you must not fight them alone , or head on for that matter.
you must seek out a man who goes by the name of "lucky spear".
do not get close to him, and keep your distance from his daughters.
you must convince him to help you.
nick will help you with most of that.
your next set of instructions are 10 kilometers from where you stand.
bearing 173 degrees.
good luck , me..
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
avenging my past
on the altars of anti- christ ,
the priestress stole my heart and with it called out the devil in myself.
i watched as love decayed into lust ,
as generosity turned to gluttony.
i saw my life flash before my eyes,
the torture.
they do not know me.
they have never been tortured , tormented as i have.
dejected and abandoned , kicked around as if i were scum. no more.
i fight back . now.
astruse it might seem. but i am certain .
for i balieve.
i deserve better.
no more constraints.
no more phoeny sovereignty
.
this is a new era.
my era.
..
put me in a juxtaposition , next to the crystal sculptrure of my past.
i smash it to bits.
the fire in my heart , drives me.
i will avenge my past .
defeating my enemies with success ..
i say this unto my jailors.
watch out , i'm coming...
the priestress stole my heart and with it called out the devil in myself.
i watched as love decayed into lust ,
as generosity turned to gluttony.
i saw my life flash before my eyes,
the torture.
they do not know me.
they have never been tortured , tormented as i have.
dejected and abandoned , kicked around as if i were scum. no more.
i fight back . now.
astruse it might seem. but i am certain .
for i balieve.
i deserve better.
no more constraints.
no more phoeny sovereignty
.
this is a new era.
my era.
..
put me in a juxtaposition , next to the crystal sculptrure of my past.
i smash it to bits.
the fire in my heart , drives me.
i will avenge my past .
defeating my enemies with success ..
i say this unto my jailors.
watch out , i'm coming...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
heron
thewhite bird sitting there.
no no , that one.
her right there, can you see?
yes , what is this why is she looking at me?
i raise my beak call out to her.
when , BLAST! her guts are on my face .
a faint tear flashes onto my eyes but evaporates quickly as i dive for cover.
i no longer have much tears now.
the christians call out in the name of god!
the muslims call out almost exactly the same words , but in a different tongue..
they blasts each other all day and night.
on two feets they think i fight.
but no, no one wins, only me and my brothers and sisters lose..
we who feed on the plaugue , who then die of the plague , who then pass the plague on to both armies , who in turn die , and start the cycle all over.
the fishes here,
there used to be fishes here,
now even them taste like gun powder.
Boom.
i close my eyes
when i open them ,
i see the white heron once again...
no no , that one.
her right there, can you see?
yes , what is this why is she looking at me?
i raise my beak call out to her.
when , BLAST! her guts are on my face .
a faint tear flashes onto my eyes but evaporates quickly as i dive for cover.
i no longer have much tears now.
the christians call out in the name of god!
the muslims call out almost exactly the same words , but in a different tongue..
they blasts each other all day and night.
on two feets they think i fight.
but no, no one wins, only me and my brothers and sisters lose..
we who feed on the plaugue , who then die of the plague , who then pass the plague on to both armies , who in turn die , and start the cycle all over.
the fishes here,
there used to be fishes here,
now even them taste like gun powder.
Boom.
i close my eyes
when i open them ,
i see the white heron once again...
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
sheryl ( share-el) :D
we sit side by side..
man and woman,
honour and pride.
"i fight for my king" she say
i fight for my love - he says.
do you enjoy commitment really?
i do..
i doo..
i commit myself to the war.
i commit myself unto death..
i do not however commit my self to treason , treachery or to any single form of life.
-i said.
so you are the water, that flows and leaves no trace?
-she asks
no .i am the sound. the echo . i may not leave my physical trace,
but people who are near me , who do feel me ,i leave a memory.
ha.
and what of myself?
-she asks
you are the one who does not listen , for your memory has already ended..
the bomb explodes...
man and woman,
honour and pride.
"i fight for my king" she say
i fight for my love - he says.
do you enjoy commitment really?
i do..
i doo..
i commit myself to the war.
i commit myself unto death..
i do not however commit my self to treason , treachery or to any single form of life.
-i said.
so you are the water, that flows and leaves no trace?
-she asks
no .i am the sound. the echo . i may not leave my physical trace,
but people who are near me , who do feel me ,i leave a memory.
ha.
and what of myself?
-she asks
you are the one who does not listen , for your memory has already ended..
the bomb explodes...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
irene ( aye - reeeeeeeen) :D
dear diary,
i saw this amazing girl in class, she's a foreigner from france i hear..
or egypt or ceylon or amsterdam ..
ohh yes amsterdam..
haha
well that would explain her great looks
perfect body..
not that ive seen it without clothes ..
hey wait..
hmm..
that could be arranged..
jaxon and the gang intend to .... her...
they asked for my help to film it..
hhaha
..
that sounds like a good idea doesnt it..?
but nah .. im not the kind of person who would do this kind of atroceous acts
im a nice person..
haha who am i kidding huh?!
im just a coward..
but still part of me longs to save irene..
yes i shall do that ..
the righteous way hahaha
i saw this amazing girl in class, she's a foreigner from france i hear..
or egypt or ceylon or amsterdam ..
ohh yes amsterdam..
haha
well that would explain her great looks
perfect body..
not that ive seen it without clothes ..
hey wait..
hmm..
that could be arranged..
jaxon and the gang intend to .... her...
they asked for my help to film it..
hhaha
..
that sounds like a good idea doesnt it..?
but nah .. im not the kind of person who would do this kind of atroceous acts
im a nice person..
haha who am i kidding huh?!
im just a coward..
but still part of me longs to save irene..
yes i shall do that ..
the righteous way hahaha
nurse nicole ( Nii-cou-le) :D
raimbaut and rannson were tallking..
raimbaut: so explain to me now, what exactly is going through your mind?
rannson: like i need to tell you that... we're both gon' get the tree in two days time!
waht can we be thinking about..
raimbaut: quite true.. we might as well be tying our own nooses sitting here..
rannson: does it feel this way? ageing? we wait for a fate soo inevitable..
raimbaut: inevitable? .. nonono... look there...
rannson: the window? but only one of us will be able to fit through that pathetic slit..
raimbaut: you go then..this damn cell aint big enuff for the two of us..
rannson: but you'll die.?....
raimbaut: so be it.. i have done enough to deserve to die.. tonight.. you will go ..
leave this castle , and run due east.. dopn't eva look back..
take the horses by the stables if you have to..
rannson: another theft? i'm already considered as one of the cities most notorious murderers and now i am to steal? just when i'm turning over a new leaf?
raimbaut: look you want to change over ? good do it some where else..
besides i've imparted all my fast hand techniques to you...
rannson: i will return to place flowers on your tree.
raimbaut : thanks. and one more thing, bradamante, you take her.
rannson: but what of.......
(this instance, nurse nicole walks pasts.)
nicole: what are you doing rannson?
rannson nothing just examining my chin for hair and dirt miss, i want to look good when i die.
(satisfied, nurse nicole walks away)
(rannson smiles one last time and walks away for his reflection in the mirror.)
raimbaut: so explain to me now, what exactly is going through your mind?
rannson: like i need to tell you that... we're both gon' get the tree in two days time!
waht can we be thinking about..
raimbaut: quite true.. we might as well be tying our own nooses sitting here..
rannson: does it feel this way? ageing? we wait for a fate soo inevitable..
raimbaut: inevitable? .. nonono... look there...
rannson: the window? but only one of us will be able to fit through that pathetic slit..
raimbaut: you go then..this damn cell aint big enuff for the two of us..
rannson: but you'll die.?....
raimbaut: so be it.. i have done enough to deserve to die.. tonight.. you will go ..
leave this castle , and run due east.. dopn't eva look back..
take the horses by the stables if you have to..
rannson: another theft? i'm already considered as one of the cities most notorious murderers and now i am to steal? just when i'm turning over a new leaf?
raimbaut: look you want to change over ? good do it some where else..
besides i've imparted all my fast hand techniques to you...
rannson: i will return to place flowers on your tree.
raimbaut : thanks. and one more thing, bradamante, you take her.
rannson: but what of.......
(this instance, nurse nicole walks pasts.)
nicole: what are you doing rannson?
rannson nothing just examining my chin for hair and dirt miss, i want to look good when i die.
(satisfied, nurse nicole walks away)
(rannson smiles one last time and walks away for his reflection in the mirror.)
Sunday, July 12, 2009
what happenned on april 15th 1912
here me shout, here me sing.
you're there, you keep on running.
you try to gasp , there is no air,
youre drowning , you can feel it too .
im drowning here same as you.
the rush of the rapids so soon so fast.
sweeping you away you fight the gush.
i reach out my hand grab on if you can.
you turn away . youre swept away.
why my dear , sophronia.
with skin so soft and hair so fine.
why my dear amelia, of heart so strong and heart so kind.
has royalty decayed you so.
your witthered fingers i now hold.
you draw no breathe you lay so still.
people crying , saying i killed.
you lie here now in this wretched box,
but what is this? i thought
for in your hand wrapped tightly still,
our rings of love that binds us still.
you fidgit, and all else is shocked
..
you cough up a little water, and noone moved , i asked again,
my dear juliet, have you life? or was that just all a show?
..
she pressed her self against him.
and whispered...
i had to know......
you're there, you keep on running.
you try to gasp , there is no air,
youre drowning , you can feel it too .
im drowning here same as you.
the rush of the rapids so soon so fast.
sweeping you away you fight the gush.
i reach out my hand grab on if you can.
you turn away . youre swept away.
why my dear , sophronia.
with skin so soft and hair so fine.
why my dear amelia, of heart so strong and heart so kind.
has royalty decayed you so.
your witthered fingers i now hold.
you draw no breathe you lay so still.
people crying , saying i killed.
you lie here now in this wretched box,
but what is this? i thought
for in your hand wrapped tightly still,
our rings of love that binds us still.
you fidgit, and all else is shocked
..
you cough up a little water, and noone moved , i asked again,
my dear juliet, have you life? or was that just all a show?
..
she pressed her self against him.
and whispered...
i had to know......
heyy there.
hey !
you there.
turn back and face me.
you might have saved my life before, but i still count this , a mortal insult.
hey you there.
yes you, the girl with green viens,and burnt eyes.
you there, the blind girl who sees all.
the short girl , who stands tall.
i am here..
but you are not talking about me.
that i know that i understand.
you walk away thinking the world is so cold,
i run after you , dreading for you to come back.
u jump..
i followed...
you there.
turn back and face me.
you might have saved my life before, but i still count this , a mortal insult.
hey you there.
yes you, the girl with green viens,and burnt eyes.
you there, the blind girl who sees all.
the short girl , who stands tall.
i am here..
but you are not talking about me.
that i know that i understand.
you walk away thinking the world is so cold,
i run after you , dreading for you to come back.
u jump..
i followed...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
what my pop speech would have been
good afternoon, Mr lee ,Ms jackie cheng ,teachers , cis, squadmates and juniors
i thank you all for being here today.
your participation in our humble ceremony means a great deal to my self and my fellow squadmates.
today, my speech is not about all the grand occasions that we have gone through.
it is not.
those , have been mentioned and reitterated time and time again.
Frankly, i do not remember all of those occassions anymore.
but what i do remember, is the stench of body odour as we are hugging each other during our camp, hiding underneath an all-too-small poncho.
i remember back in secondary 2, when we were in pumping position, being scolded by yuen long sir..
i remember the days where we would debate on wheather to skip trainings .
i remember the times when we would mess up, and laugh about it.
to me, these important occassions mean lesser to me then these small , little things.
how we have grown.
like steel , under intense heat from our seniors.
the " hit-against the anvil occassion" when we feel like giving up, and the guy next to us says" hang in there.."
these i remember.
for today.
it is not our last good bye.
it is our last see-you-soon.
it may be the end of our journey.
yes it is the end.
but that does not mean we must forget.
about the times we polished our boots.
about having our faces splashed with flour.
no. we will still remember them.
we may have fought but we have always made up.
you are the ones i will treasure.
the ncc air may be a gold unit but to me, we are more than that.
we are a family.
and i would not have wanted to go through this journey with anyone else.
..
you have taught me much.
we may all have our faults.
but together we are strong.
i believe in us.
so to all, see you soon.
i thank you all for being here today.
your participation in our humble ceremony means a great deal to my self and my fellow squadmates.
today, my speech is not about all the grand occasions that we have gone through.
it is not.
those , have been mentioned and reitterated time and time again.
Frankly, i do not remember all of those occassions anymore.
but what i do remember, is the stench of body odour as we are hugging each other during our camp, hiding underneath an all-too-small poncho.
i remember back in secondary 2, when we were in pumping position, being scolded by yuen long sir..
i remember the days where we would debate on wheather to skip trainings .
i remember the times when we would mess up, and laugh about it.
to me, these important occassions mean lesser to me then these small , little things.
how we have grown.
like steel , under intense heat from our seniors.
the " hit-against the anvil occassion" when we feel like giving up, and the guy next to us says" hang in there.."
these i remember.
for today.
it is not our last good bye.
it is our last see-you-soon.
it may be the end of our journey.
yes it is the end.
but that does not mean we must forget.
about the times we polished our boots.
about having our faces splashed with flour.
no. we will still remember them.
we may have fought but we have always made up.
you are the ones i will treasure.
the ncc air may be a gold unit but to me, we are more than that.
we are a family.
and i would not have wanted to go through this journey with anyone else.
..
you have taught me much.
we may all have our faults.
but together we are strong.
i believe in us.
so to all, see you soon.
Friday, July 10, 2009
on the A4
the world is done with me.
it is self sufficient, and me , redundant.
it has left me, well the most of it.
now i find my solitude more comforting , more welcoming then
stupid cocktail parties' and phoeny aristocrats.
the world is sufficient.
no man is an island.
i am no man.
i am a soldier.
i am a fighter.
i must fight on..
regain my honour.
brak my bones my master.
smash me to smitterines my master .
force me to fit in to the world if you may for i am yours' to command...
force me against my will..
allow me to blend in with the growing grey void of empty souls and fragile hearts..
and as i speak my ashley intertwined, skipping around dryly on a plain canvas.
who is she ? i ask.
that fine red suit daler.
on our nylon tips we spar .
dancing on this plain white canvas..
spreading our colours to this grey dull world..
then she turns to complete the sentence..
.. not so dull , this town is any more?
it is self sufficient, and me , redundant.
it has left me, well the most of it.
now i find my solitude more comforting , more welcoming then
stupid cocktail parties' and phoeny aristocrats.
the world is sufficient.
no man is an island.
i am no man.
i am a soldier.
i am a fighter.
i must fight on..
regain my honour.
brak my bones my master.
smash me to smitterines my master .
force me to fit in to the world if you may for i am yours' to command...
force me against my will..
allow me to blend in with the growing grey void of empty souls and fragile hearts..
and as i speak my ashley intertwined, skipping around dryly on a plain canvas.
who is she ? i ask.
that fine red suit daler.
on our nylon tips we spar .
dancing on this plain white canvas..
spreading our colours to this grey dull world..
then she turns to complete the sentence..
.. not so dull , this town is any more?
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
wind
i no longer hear her voice now.
the goddess of wind in all her glory.
it seemed , a dream.
she spoke to me.
she told me of her life.
of how she used to be mortal.
of how she died before finding her lover.
of the nights she cried.
she still looks young.
centuries have lost their effect to wear marks into her intangible skin.
she walks on water, and runs through houses.
when enraged, her wrath destroyed towns and castles.
kings and queens feared her.
nobles and peasents alike, prayed to her.
i no longer hear her voice ,
not as loudly.
not as clearly.
she speaks in the the language of wherever she may live.
she spoke to me.
but now.she has faded.
but i still believe in her.
she still exists.
proof lies all around me.
i look out of a sealed glass window,
and see her tango with fire,
as she hugs the ancient trees, causing them to crackle in please.
she kisses the water ,and it ripples in concentric circles.
she kisses me through the sealed window, yet i am unaware.
she does exist .
that i am sure.
that i believe in.
one day wind, we would be free forever......
the goddess of wind in all her glory.
it seemed , a dream.
she spoke to me.
she told me of her life.
of how she used to be mortal.
of how she died before finding her lover.
of the nights she cried.
she still looks young.
centuries have lost their effect to wear marks into her intangible skin.
she walks on water, and runs through houses.
when enraged, her wrath destroyed towns and castles.
kings and queens feared her.
nobles and peasents alike, prayed to her.
i no longer hear her voice ,
not as loudly.
not as clearly.
she speaks in the the language of wherever she may live.
she spoke to me.
but now.she has faded.
but i still believe in her.
she still exists.
proof lies all around me.
i look out of a sealed glass window,
and see her tango with fire,
as she hugs the ancient trees, causing them to crackle in please.
she kisses the water ,and it ripples in concentric circles.
she kisses me through the sealed window, yet i am unaware.
she does exist .
that i am sure.
that i believe in.
one day wind, we would be free forever......
Saturday, July 4, 2009
under the voilet sky i shall pluck a drop of rainbow,
as i pour liquid gold into your silver chalice and drink down the last drop of arsenic
i close my eyes as you lead me in my last dance.
the serene oil-painted background shouts to me.
it calls out my name.
slowly i fade into the buildings
up onto the walls
and into the picture
the old gold framed canvas,
now with my picture on it.
here i pose in all my glory , alongside my victorious ancestors.
here i lie .
my own tombstone.
as i pour liquid gold into your silver chalice and drink down the last drop of arsenic
i close my eyes as you lead me in my last dance.
the serene oil-painted background shouts to me.
it calls out my name.
slowly i fade into the buildings
up onto the walls
and into the picture
the old gold framed canvas,
now with my picture on it.
here i pose in all my glory , alongside my victorious ancestors.
here i lie .
my own tombstone.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
M
ahh at last i am one more step closer to my dream.
i dreamt one night rainy night of a bright and sunny day,
i dreamt of her when our hair had already turned grey.
a best friend of mine, M.
so it was her , my friend M who would sit next to me.
in times of hardship ,whom would talk to me.
i heard her name, as i said this phrase.
" why of this world it seems so cold,
whom of this earth shall be my coat"
and in the winds we held on tight,
and into spring,we sprung new life.
out from her , came such Joy.
it welcomed me into real sight.
i thought for long, and thought real hard.
for if her hands were for my heart.
but for our love and for our Joy ,our finger now clenched and intertwined.
to her i reminisince , for the night.
tying my hopes , way up high.
for if they fall i shall not shy,
for i have lived , all my life.
in her with whom will listen to me.
in her i find my company.
for if she knew , i think she does.
that i would cherish her and all of us..
now that this dream i woke up from.
keeps reapeating, i see no form.
i saw this M in so many girls .
yet each one seem to seem to fail.
my heart now , so twisted and dry.
longs for her kiss , her breath divine.
so as i fade into the dusk.
i fall asleep with my mind , just.
this dream shall repeat ,i repeat.
until i felt my true love's kiss.
i dreamt one night rainy night of a bright and sunny day,
i dreamt of her when our hair had already turned grey.
a best friend of mine, M.
so it was her , my friend M who would sit next to me.
in times of hardship ,whom would talk to me.
i heard her name, as i said this phrase.
" why of this world it seems so cold,
whom of this earth shall be my coat"
and in the winds we held on tight,
and into spring,we sprung new life.
out from her , came such Joy.
it welcomed me into real sight.
i thought for long, and thought real hard.
for if her hands were for my heart.
but for our love and for our Joy ,our finger now clenched and intertwined.
to her i reminisince , for the night.
tying my hopes , way up high.
for if they fall i shall not shy,
for i have lived , all my life.
in her with whom will listen to me.
in her i find my company.
for if she knew , i think she does.
that i would cherish her and all of us..
now that this dream i woke up from.
keeps reapeating, i see no form.
i saw this M in so many girls .
yet each one seem to seem to fail.
my heart now , so twisted and dry.
longs for her kiss , her breath divine.
so as i fade into the dusk.
i fall asleep with my mind , just.
this dream shall repeat ,i repeat.
until i felt my true love's kiss.
Friday, June 26, 2009
to whom do i serve?
who am i?
where am i going.?
i sat on this same wooden bench a fortnight ago , contemplating my existence.
this to some might sound like a satire , but to me , this is my very own sos.
i look out onto orion's belt as i stroke bits of brown wood laquerings od the bench.
as i glance down , a a dark eery ambience surrounds me , engulfs me.
the wind, rushing through my short hair.
i rest my head on my palms.
what is my purpose here?
was i sent here to preach the word of god?
was i to be a guiding light for others?
was i to make people proud?
what should i do?
i stand up , stretching my fatique arms, as i move closer to the edge of the cliff.
i am not perfect.
i am flawed in almost every way.
i love life, but what does that mean to me any more?
i love myself, but what am i , if not an empty shell containing a lost soul?
whom do i answer to?
i sit alone.
the wind blows , stronger this time. a nearby tree crackles in agony as i talk to myself.
this feeling of emptiness, it started not more than two weeks ago.
i had friends then.
now all i have is myself.
i think aloud, perhaps all i will never lose is myself.
yes that is true.
i stand now, at the very edge of the cliff.
i shout aloud , projecting my voice as far as my diaphragm could ,
out far past the amber lights of the nearby town in the valley.
" I serve me!"
this i say as i take a step forward.
the blows now strong as ever.
the old wooden bench tumbled over in the might of the gush.
ah the rush of the wind
the rush of the mind.
my last thoughts as i dove down to earth.
where am i going.?
i sat on this same wooden bench a fortnight ago , contemplating my existence.
this to some might sound like a satire , but to me , this is my very own sos.
i look out onto orion's belt as i stroke bits of brown wood laquerings od the bench.
as i glance down , a a dark eery ambience surrounds me , engulfs me.
the wind, rushing through my short hair.
i rest my head on my palms.
what is my purpose here?
was i sent here to preach the word of god?
was i to be a guiding light for others?
was i to make people proud?
what should i do?
i stand up , stretching my fatique arms, as i move closer to the edge of the cliff.
i am not perfect.
i am flawed in almost every way.
i love life, but what does that mean to me any more?
i love myself, but what am i , if not an empty shell containing a lost soul?
whom do i answer to?
i sit alone.
the wind blows , stronger this time. a nearby tree crackles in agony as i talk to myself.
this feeling of emptiness, it started not more than two weeks ago.
i had friends then.
now all i have is myself.
i think aloud, perhaps all i will never lose is myself.
yes that is true.
i stand now, at the very edge of the cliff.
i shout aloud , projecting my voice as far as my diaphragm could ,
out far past the amber lights of the nearby town in the valley.
" I serve me!"
this i say as i take a step forward.
the blows now strong as ever.
the old wooden bench tumbled over in the might of the gush.
ah the rush of the wind
the rush of the mind.
my last thoughts as i dove down to earth.
the apology.
good evening, my friend.
i hope you can still consider me as a friend.
i realise now that i have indeed wronged you.
you were right all along ,whilst i was just too stubborn to listen.
now i've practically drIven a stake through our friendship.
i treasure you.
yet time and Time again you talk .
your word so perfect.
yet whom you speak of , whom you describe is so not worthy.
i hAve seen your crush.
i have seen him beneath the vivdly painted "knight-in-shinning-armour" facade he has lied to you with.
whereas me in preventing the matrimony between an angel and a demon.
i am taken for as your enemy.
i understand it pains you the way i describe him.
that i know. that i understand.
i know you will not forgive me so easily.
but all i have to offer onto you is a listening ear when you are alone.
a shoulder on which to cry on,
a complement when you feel useless.
you are not useless.
i am not trying to justify my doings,
only , it is my onus to say this.
i am sorry.
i hope you can still consider me as a friend.
i realise now that i have indeed wronged you.
you were right all along ,whilst i was just too stubborn to listen.
now i've practically drIven a stake through our friendship.
i treasure you.
yet time and Time again you talk .
your word so perfect.
yet whom you speak of , whom you describe is so not worthy.
i hAve seen your crush.
i have seen him beneath the vivdly painted "knight-in-shinning-armour" facade he has lied to you with.
whereas me in preventing the matrimony between an angel and a demon.
i am taken for as your enemy.
i understand it pains you the way i describe him.
that i know. that i understand.
i know you will not forgive me so easily.
but all i have to offer onto you is a listening ear when you are alone.
a shoulder on which to cry on,
a complement when you feel useless.
you are not useless.
i am not trying to justify my doings,
only , it is my onus to say this.
i am sorry.
ambitions..
who will you be?
a pirate ,
free as long as there is wind on the horizon, and sails on his ship
a doctor,
who heals others and not to harm them , to stop others' bleeding.
a teacher ,
to inspire the next generation?
a warrior ,
who fights for what he loves.
a gambler,
who weaves lies and looks into the cards of his enemies
a dreamer,
who sleeps?
a diver?
for pearls
whatever you might choose to be.
wherever you are ,
i will stay right here.
wait, wanting, i'm yours for the taking
a pirate ,
free as long as there is wind on the horizon, and sails on his ship
a doctor,
who heals others and not to harm them , to stop others' bleeding.
a teacher ,
to inspire the next generation?
a warrior ,
who fights for what he loves.
a gambler,
who weaves lies and looks into the cards of his enemies
a dreamer,
who sleeps?
a diver?
for pearls
whatever you might choose to be.
wherever you are ,
i will stay right here.
wait, wanting, i'm yours for the taking
the metamorphosis
the voices , they call me.
they ask me as i lie here.
they talk to me.
they question my existance.
they mock me.
their words hurting me .
i start building up my own defences.
i start building my home.
all around me.
tough as steel.
the voices seem to die down alittle.
i seal myself in.
these empty spaces, these distance spaces as i hide
facing the hollow walls.
mocked all my life.
in danger all my life.
i have been running.
no longer .
i will face them .
yes . yes i will face them.
on my own.
this i say as i stretch out
destroying my house in the process.
now i stand .
on the same plateau whereby i wallowed in self pity
now is my time.
while half of the world is still asleep.
i take flight.....
they ask me as i lie here.
they talk to me.
they question my existance.
they mock me.
their words hurting me .
i start building up my own defences.
i start building my home.
all around me.
tough as steel.
the voices seem to die down alittle.
i seal myself in.
these empty spaces, these distance spaces as i hide
facing the hollow walls.
mocked all my life.
in danger all my life.
i have been running.
no longer .
i will face them .
yes . yes i will face them.
on my own.
this i say as i stretch out
destroying my house in the process.
now i stand .
on the same plateau whereby i wallowed in self pity
now is my time.
while half of the world is still asleep.
i take flight.....
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
poetic lies
like trapped prisoners, we tie the to our word
the are sealed into what we do.
our works often passed for judgement.
at some point in time one such prisoner escaped the canvas he was painted on
consumes and at the same time captivates its audience.
a gentle curtsy , before the ballet.
from arial fonts it leaps our a sluggish attitude that almost definitely bores the audience.
a feeling of nonchalence , of going through the motion.of going with the flow.
trapped deeped and sewn tightly in reinforced, reitterated words that which we speak , that which we boast.
in malicious cheers and celebrations, these prisoners release themselves.
just when the ethanol reaches the guards of our lips ,poisoning the cerebral cortex.
these prisoners run amok, ruining everything its master created.
these prisoners.
are our emotions.
the are sealed into what we do.
our works often passed for judgement.
at some point in time one such prisoner escaped the canvas he was painted on
consumes and at the same time captivates its audience.
a gentle curtsy , before the ballet.
from arial fonts it leaps our a sluggish attitude that almost definitely bores the audience.
a feeling of nonchalence , of going through the motion.of going with the flow.
trapped deeped and sewn tightly in reinforced, reitterated words that which we speak , that which we boast.
in malicious cheers and celebrations, these prisoners release themselves.
just when the ethanol reaches the guards of our lips ,poisoning the cerebral cortex.
these prisoners run amok, ruining everything its master created.
these prisoners.
are our emotions.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
another ones' going to the abbattoir
yes yes..
go on , go on, right along with the rest of your friends.
filthy pieces of lard ... the scum of the universe , desecrating our pure human gene pool.
poisoning our mind with thoughts of a better place , a plaace of hope
no longer. for you will now end this torment ,trickling down my spine
like ice-blue ooze paralysing the cardiac muscles , freezing the median septum.
my jaw opens wide , not as if to devour , more as to scream in agony of pain as you
..
yes you.
you holding my heart
gripping it with rusty pen-knives , and causing it to fall like shreds
no more.my heart will grow stronger.
i will grow stronger.
i will not trust anyone.
i will not trust , you.
go on , go on, right along with the rest of your friends.
filthy pieces of lard ... the scum of the universe , desecrating our pure human gene pool.
poisoning our mind with thoughts of a better place , a plaace of hope
no longer. for you will now end this torment ,trickling down my spine
like ice-blue ooze paralysing the cardiac muscles , freezing the median septum.
my jaw opens wide , not as if to devour , more as to scream in agony of pain as you
..
yes you.
you holding my heart
gripping it with rusty pen-knives , and causing it to fall like shreds
no more.my heart will grow stronger.
i will grow stronger.
i will not trust anyone.
i will not trust , you.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
H1N1 cases could rise further as students return to schools after holidaying in flu-hit countries. How should schools cope?
current poll status as of 2.16pm , 22nd june 2009
extend holidays (89 %)
conduct lessons via Internet (7 %)
students return to schools as scheduled (3 %)
Good afternoon dear viewers.
as shown above, most people have voted for an extension in the holidays, due to the recent outbreak of the H1N1 influenza.
in my personal opinion, i feel that schools should reopen.
a holiday is meant for students and teachers to rest and have " a break" from their hectic lifestyle of mugging and teaching .
on the other hand, school closure is meant to prevent infected students or school staff members from spread the disease.
by extending the holiday, would only mean that students would have lesser time to prepare for their national examinations.
in my opinion , all three of the suggestions can be considered extreme.
i propose that schools do not close , and instead reopen , or conduct block periods so that students in their graduating year would be given a chance to study with the guidiance of their teachers.
on that same note , i would also agree with the suggestion to conduct lessons online, for the students whom have unfortunately fallen ill due to the influenza A
.though it is a known fact that online learning is that much harder ,without the care and concern of a teacher.i feel this is the Best compromise.
this virus , is a test of will power.
i feel that those of us whom want very badly to do well during their national examinations should do all that they can to do well
whatever is worth doing is most certainly worth doing well .
we MUST perservere, we must stand united.
no!. schools should not be closed , and we should not let the world pass us by just because of a virus!
extend holidays (89 %)
conduct lessons via Internet (7 %)
students return to schools as scheduled (3 %)
Good afternoon dear viewers.
as shown above, most people have voted for an extension in the holidays, due to the recent outbreak of the H1N1 influenza.
in my personal opinion, i feel that schools should reopen.
a holiday is meant for students and teachers to rest and have " a break" from their hectic lifestyle of mugging and teaching .
on the other hand, school closure is meant to prevent infected students or school staff members from spread the disease.
by extending the holiday, would only mean that students would have lesser time to prepare for their national examinations.
in my opinion , all three of the suggestions can be considered extreme.
i propose that schools do not close , and instead reopen , or conduct block periods so that students in their graduating year would be given a chance to study with the guidiance of their teachers.
on that same note , i would also agree with the suggestion to conduct lessons online, for the students whom have unfortunately fallen ill due to the influenza A
.though it is a known fact that online learning is that much harder ,without the care and concern of a teacher.i feel this is the Best compromise.
this virus , is a test of will power.
i feel that those of us whom want very badly to do well during their national examinations should do all that they can to do well
whatever is worth doing is most certainly worth doing well .
we MUST perservere, we must stand united.
no!. schools should not be closed , and we should not let the world pass us by just because of a virus!
right now,
the world is spinning, but i am still
right now,
you are partying , but i am crying alone.
right now,
people are celebrating , and laughing in mocking joy as they pat each other on their backs in commeration of the victories , but not me..
right now,
i am planning
i am fighting
alone , yes
unarmed , yes
against insurmountable odds , yes
an up hill challenge
a hard place ..
pressure welling up inside of me...
i need to tell someone..
something anything
but there is no one on my side ...
for i am alone..
i am a one man army , bent and twisted
against my will...
fighting for what i stand for , not just to survive , but to live..
i live life ont for the sake of living it , but because i believe i have a purpose
i believe that i was created to accomplish something no matter what .
i will prove my worth
each step is now a long jump
i fail onli to make myself stronger
watch out future , here i come
the world is spinning, but i am still
right now,
you are partying , but i am crying alone.
right now,
people are celebrating , and laughing in mocking joy as they pat each other on their backs in commeration of the victories , but not me..
right now,
i am planning
i am fighting
alone , yes
unarmed , yes
against insurmountable odds , yes
an up hill challenge
a hard place ..
pressure welling up inside of me...
i need to tell someone..
something anything
but there is no one on my side ...
for i am alone..
i am a one man army , bent and twisted
against my will...
fighting for what i stand for , not just to survive , but to live..
i live life ont for the sake of living it , but because i believe i have a purpose
i believe that i was created to accomplish something no matter what .
i will prove my worth
each step is now a long jump
i fail onli to make myself stronger
watch out future , here i come
hush now my child
to my guardian angel who watched as i grew up
who stood by my as i grew stronger.
whom i have learnt to depend on .
i owe you so much.
yet your word so cold, so harsh .
shatter my bones , my heart.
what other's say do not matter ..
stick and stones may not break my bones.
but your whispers can silence me forever.
who stood by my as i grew stronger.
whom i have learnt to depend on .
i owe you so much.
yet your word so cold, so harsh .
shatter my bones , my heart.
what other's say do not matter ..
stick and stones may not break my bones.
but your whispers can silence me forever.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
i am not you
i am not you.
i admit it was foolish of me to have tried to be you .
you are you.
i am me.
you are an angel.
and i am just the guy next door.
i do not speak perfect word with flawless grammar.
i am human.
i am flawed.
i do not believe in love
no longer.
love is like a beautiful porcelaine vase.
well moulded and beautifully painted.
it is brittle and hollow
lovely to those who see it and not have it.
but beware , for when you drop it and when it breaks,
its shards will cut those attempting to put it together.
..
to you my dear friend.
i am glad to have you as my firnd and no further.
for it is very dark , the place that i come from .
yes it is indeed.
for it is darkest beneath the lamp..
being near you ..
...
but none of these matter ..
put the shame of guilt on me , and let me bask in your wholeness.
.
i admit it was foolish of me to have tried to be you .
you are you.
i am me.
you are an angel.
and i am just the guy next door.
i do not speak perfect word with flawless grammar.
i am human.
i am flawed.
i do not believe in love
no longer.
love is like a beautiful porcelaine vase.
well moulded and beautifully painted.
it is brittle and hollow
lovely to those who see it and not have it.
but beware , for when you drop it and when it breaks,
its shards will cut those attempting to put it together.
..
to you my dear friend.
i am glad to have you as my firnd and no further.
for it is very dark , the place that i come from .
yes it is indeed.
for it is darkest beneath the lamp..
being near you ..
...
but none of these matter ..
put the shame of guilt on me , and let me bask in your wholeness.
.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
gth cursed beloved
i see you have found anew one to corrupt
i learn never to trust those around me
blood is the only thing that is true
blood is the only thing that must be spilled
life flowing out of my viens in tiny
drip.. drip .. drip
life in red liqid rubies running down your hands
shatter feelings, shattered face..
feel the shame of your disgrace
rolling down your back
with loaded arms..
so hold on to me pretty lady
if you want to fly
i'm gonna melt that fever sugar
burning through those eye
..
grab on to my red cape as start to fly
burning breadcrumb trails
as i bomb their brick houses
bacause magic beans wont grow
carpets will never fly
mermaids are extinct and forever will remain
this world in its sins
corrupt the souls of new borns
you need only to look closely at the brightly coloured paint
slowly.. peeling off of houses as twisted creatures in all their armour massacre the plants
and crops of your neighbours fields
you and your cursed army
along with your fake lies and misbeliefs can go to hell..
cus i aint intending on following you there..
go crawl into your hole and decompose..
let nature heal herself while you can rot away for all i care
..
for i have found someone new to take your place..
some one incorruptible..
the perfect star sapphire........
i learn never to trust those around me
blood is the only thing that is true
blood is the only thing that must be spilled
life flowing out of my viens in tiny
drip.. drip .. drip
life in red liqid rubies running down your hands
shatter feelings, shattered face..
feel the shame of your disgrace
rolling down your back
with loaded arms..
so hold on to me pretty lady
if you want to fly
i'm gonna melt that fever sugar
burning through those eye
..
grab on to my red cape as start to fly
burning breadcrumb trails
as i bomb their brick houses
bacause magic beans wont grow
carpets will never fly
mermaids are extinct and forever will remain
this world in its sins
corrupt the souls of new borns
you need only to look closely at the brightly coloured paint
slowly.. peeling off of houses as twisted creatures in all their armour massacre the plants
and crops of your neighbours fields
you and your cursed army
along with your fake lies and misbeliefs can go to hell..
cus i aint intending on following you there..
go crawl into your hole and decompose..
let nature heal herself while you can rot away for all i care
..
for i have found someone new to take your place..
some one incorruptible..
the perfect star sapphire........
Thursday, June 11, 2009
the scouring flames
we folloow like mindless leaders
misconceptualizing all feelings as happiness
a love so strong yet brittle in nature
that compels us that makes us
wan-ting to love wanting to fight
a revolution of noise and music
without which we may indeed live better
fluttering in the breeze like butterflies
little love notes on which our imagination takes flight
living in a world devoid of colours
living in a world of misconceptualise vagi-limony
sweeps of platinium engulfs us like a sea of warm smiles
a day of rekoning
a day of strong winds and green flames
of bittersweet symphonies and "i want your money " demands
here i stand
the twisted behemoths and dull gold armour.....
come now my love and take me away..
out of the endless collisions
misconceptualizing all feelings as happiness
a love so strong yet brittle in nature
that compels us that makes us
wan-ting to love wanting to fight
a revolution of noise and music
without which we may indeed live better
fluttering in the breeze like butterflies
little love notes on which our imagination takes flight
living in a world devoid of colours
living in a world of misconceptualise vagi-limony
sweeps of platinium engulfs us like a sea of warm smiles
a day of rekoning
a day of strong winds and green flames
of bittersweet symphonies and "i want your money " demands
here i stand
the twisted behemoths and dull gold armour.....
come now my love and take me away..
out of the endless collisions
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
i am yours to command
my princess..
i am yours to command ..
send me against your enemies...
send me to protect..
allow me to die on your behalf..
allow me to live on your behalf
..
grant me the strenght of your will
grant me the power of your speech..
may all around you bow their heads in respect ..
you are the chosen one ..
i am your servant ..
twist me ..
bend me..
break my spirit ..
and crush my will..
make me feel no pain ..
make my will be yours..
move my arms as if i were your puppet..
i thus bow my head ,
and swear fealty to your league..
i am yours to command ..
send me against your enemies...
send me to protect..
allow me to die on your behalf..
allow me to live on your behalf
..
grant me the strenght of your will
grant me the power of your speech..
may all around you bow their heads in respect ..
you are the chosen one ..
i am your servant ..
twist me ..
bend me..
break my spirit ..
and crush my will..
make me feel no pain ..
make my will be yours..
move my arms as if i were your puppet..
i thus bow my head ,
and swear fealty to your league..
Monday, June 8, 2009
festive nights
with withered bones and wrinkled skin
like a dark mass of shadowy matter
floating silently through the majestic doors
flitting through the stretched benches of the church
under the cloak of darkness.
as he shys away from the pale blue moon light casted through the minute windows of the corridors
he walks faster ..
wishing his heart would be more silent than the loud booming that it caused upon his eardrums
his pale skin , his dark maroon cloak, his blood shot eyes.
he drift now aimlessly and chances upon a family ..
the room filled with laughter
and a warm amber glow as a man kisses his wife on the cheek as their children run about a tiny tables giggling to themselves.
his pupils dilate.
he sees clearly..
she whom should belong to him ..
his blood shot eyes turn a uniform blackness that spread outwards from the iris ,
polluting the sclera.
his heart stops..
he holds his breath .
but as he tries to breath out ..
he realises that he can no longer feel anything
he can no longer smell anything..
his mouth tastes parch like dessert sand on a hot afternoon .
he tries to scream but all his efforts lead only to a burning sensation in his throat ..
he walks out of the church
weeping tears of arsenic that seem to freeze the sides of his cheeks..
he flits silently back among the people and crwod in the carnival ..
clowns mocking him,
jugglers trying to hit him with the fiery torches they throw into the air.
his animal friends being whipped silly by idiots in tight costumes..
yet ..
what is this?
a girl?
crying in the corner of the festivals square? her bluee eyes winking up at his own..
who are you he asks?
like a dark mass of shadowy matter
floating silently through the majestic doors
flitting through the stretched benches of the church
under the cloak of darkness.
as he shys away from the pale blue moon light casted through the minute windows of the corridors
he walks faster ..
wishing his heart would be more silent than the loud booming that it caused upon his eardrums
his pale skin , his dark maroon cloak, his blood shot eyes.
he drift now aimlessly and chances upon a family ..
the room filled with laughter
and a warm amber glow as a man kisses his wife on the cheek as their children run about a tiny tables giggling to themselves.
his pupils dilate.
he sees clearly..
she whom should belong to him ..
his blood shot eyes turn a uniform blackness that spread outwards from the iris ,
polluting the sclera.
his heart stops..
he holds his breath .
but as he tries to breath out ..
he realises that he can no longer feel anything
he can no longer smell anything..
his mouth tastes parch like dessert sand on a hot afternoon .
he tries to scream but all his efforts lead only to a burning sensation in his throat ..
he walks out of the church
weeping tears of arsenic that seem to freeze the sides of his cheeks..
he flits silently back among the people and crwod in the carnival ..
clowns mocking him,
jugglers trying to hit him with the fiery torches they throw into the air.
his animal friends being whipped silly by idiots in tight costumes..
yet ..
what is this?
a girl?
crying in the corner of the festivals square? her bluee eyes winking up at his own..
who are you he asks?
in comparison, ..
when life is a race ,i am a mazda fully geared for it .. Yet trying my best to match her speed of an aero-dynamic ferrari
when life is a bed of roses, she is the most perfect undisturbed rose flower causing all other flowers to shy away in shame as the look envying her perfect crimson petals.while i , a withering torn that hurts people.
when life is a war , she is the medic saving lives in an air-conditioned ambulance while i am just a foot soldier charging with my rifle..
i am slower , i have more flaws , this is worth fighting for ... An uphill task .. My favourite kind of challenge
when life is a bed of roses, she is the most perfect undisturbed rose flower causing all other flowers to shy away in shame as the look envying her perfect crimson petals.while i , a withering torn that hurts people.
when life is a war , she is the medic saving lives in an air-conditioned ambulance while i am just a foot soldier charging with my rifle..
i am slower , i have more flaws , this is worth fighting for ... An uphill task .. My favourite kind of challenge
Friday, June 5, 2009
(-less)
she was the reason i thought the sky is blue
she made me think she was my sun
she gave the perfect green grasses their colour and their shape..
she gave me a hope .. a dream .. a vision..
now shes gone.. and i can see through my transperant new clothes..
i see
the sky is only blue due to ozone and pollutants..
the sun is only bright due to explosions between matter and anti matter
the leaves are green but are lined with blades that cut our hands..
rocks seem harder
love seems meaningless
she has faded
i have faded..
zombifying the life out of so many ..
lifeless.
a world devoid of emotions ..
devoid of colour..
just blank empty faces..
staring at each other..
what point is there?
why live on?
she made me think she was my sun
she gave the perfect green grasses their colour and their shape..
she gave me a hope .. a dream .. a vision..
now shes gone.. and i can see through my transperant new clothes..
i see
the sky is only blue due to ozone and pollutants..
the sun is only bright due to explosions between matter and anti matter
the leaves are green but are lined with blades that cut our hands..
rocks seem harder
love seems meaningless
she has faded
i have faded..
zombifying the life out of so many ..
lifeless.
a world devoid of emotions ..
devoid of colour..
just blank empty faces..
staring at each other..
what point is there?
why live on?
Thursday, June 4, 2009
visual imperfection
i see tall veridian green grasses waving in the breeze,
their dried yellowed endings waving to me in unison
as if fans with torchlights at a concert.
i look upon them , smiling as i try to catch one of the yellow dried up ends.
yet they seem to be untouched by my reach..
i cannot feel the breeze they feel.
i can smell them ..
they are so real yet blocked away from me by a screen
ahhh..
what a marvellous invention to toture all of us as we look at reality flash before our eyes , yet unable to feel it
unable to smell it
unable to kiss it..
this i think slumping back into a cream coloured sofa..
though it is old, and a bit uncomfortable, it is real ........
their dried yellowed endings waving to me in unison
as if fans with torchlights at a concert.
i look upon them , smiling as i try to catch one of the yellow dried up ends.
yet they seem to be untouched by my reach..
i cannot feel the breeze they feel.
i can smell them ..
they are so real yet blocked away from me by a screen
ahhh..
what a marvellous invention to toture all of us as we look at reality flash before our eyes , yet unable to feel it
unable to smell it
unable to kiss it..
this i think slumping back into a cream coloured sofa..
though it is old, and a bit uncomfortable, it is real ........
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
the hermit
there was a hermit i once knew.
he walks alone on these sandy beaches.
he talks to noone..
to him his life revolves around him and that people will come and go,
but for him,
old as time,
he will remain.
he once said this unto me," my life is as fast as a jet, friends are life the engines,
or turbines perhaps, those turbines that spin too slowly and only weigh me down ,will be discarded."
now he drags his shell across the pearly sand beaches.
hoping that as painful as the abrasions may be , that they may wear down the scars of his lost friends.
friends whom betrayed him.
friends of whom have destroyed him from the inside.
he listens to noone , but the sweet whispers of the wind,
guiding him on.
yes, the wind is his friend.
he walks alone on these sandy beaches.
he talks to noone..
to him his life revolves around him and that people will come and go,
but for him,
old as time,
he will remain.
he once said this unto me," my life is as fast as a jet, friends are life the engines,
or turbines perhaps, those turbines that spin too slowly and only weigh me down ,will be discarded."
now he drags his shell across the pearly sand beaches.
hoping that as painful as the abrasions may be , that they may wear down the scars of his lost friends.
friends whom betrayed him.
friends of whom have destroyed him from the inside.
he listens to noone , but the sweet whispers of the wind,
guiding him on.
yes, the wind is his friend.
Monday, June 1, 2009
to my friend
to my friend..
you were my friend..
i cherished you..
adored you..
but now..
you have hurt me time and time again..
you have outlived your purpose..
i do not care for who you are or who you were..
Alpha male lion..
you have thus taken my trophy for the last time.
this time..
i will fight back..
i will bare my claws and expose my canines..
you should avoid me..
for i am but a concentrated mixture of violence wrath and uncontrolled rage..
i will duel with you..
this prize means more to me then anything i own..
i will fight for it ..
to the deaths..
are you willing to risk as much as i am ?
coward!!!
there is no escape for you..
you will pay...
i shall be the one to drag you into the fiery infernoes of the underworld..
let's fight..
this i say ..
as i make an elaborate bow, as my dark black iris turn a bright shade of crimson
you were my friend..
i cherished you..
adored you..
but now..
you have hurt me time and time again..
you have outlived your purpose..
i do not care for who you are or who you were..
Alpha male lion..
you have thus taken my trophy for the last time.
this time..
i will fight back..
i will bare my claws and expose my canines..
you should avoid me..
for i am but a concentrated mixture of violence wrath and uncontrolled rage..
i will duel with you..
this prize means more to me then anything i own..
i will fight for it ..
to the deaths..
are you willing to risk as much as i am ?
coward!!!
there is no escape for you..
you will pay...
i shall be the one to drag you into the fiery infernoes of the underworld..
let's fight..
this i say ..
as i make an elaborate bow, as my dark black iris turn a bright shade of crimson
Friday, May 29, 2009
if on a winter's night a traveller --- spoilers
if on a winter's night a traveller , outside ther town of malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo , looks down in the gathering shadows in a network of lines that intersect, on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave -- what story down there awaits its end?
Thursday, May 28, 2009
mother gaia
i twitch my eye as i raise my left forearm to block out the rays of light as i drift aimlessly in a lemon yellow kayak.
i shuffle restlessly as curious seagulls take turns to rest on the bow of my craft.
i lean back , and smile foolishly to myself as i stretch my aching arms..
no longer remembering where i was going..
no one to remind me..
just me , my kayak, and the vast areas of clear blue waters below me, seeing schools of multi-coloured fishes dancing eagerly in the open shallows..
star fishes and even more unique yellow , blue , orange creatures circulating the coral reefs..
once in a while, i look out in to the horizon and see the shore with people laughing together ..
all their false smiles and lying lips..
fake eyelids with fake make up..
fake status or class ranking..
then i think to my self ..
this is the only true beauty left in this world ..
γη μητέρων
i shuffle restlessly as curious seagulls take turns to rest on the bow of my craft.
i lean back , and smile foolishly to myself as i stretch my aching arms..
no longer remembering where i was going..
no one to remind me..
just me , my kayak, and the vast areas of clear blue waters below me, seeing schools of multi-coloured fishes dancing eagerly in the open shallows..
star fishes and even more unique yellow , blue , orange creatures circulating the coral reefs..
once in a while, i look out in to the horizon and see the shore with people laughing together ..
all their false smiles and lying lips..
fake eyelids with fake make up..
fake status or class ranking..
then i think to my self ..
this is the only true beauty left in this world ..
γη μητέρων
Monday, May 25, 2009
she's the girl
who is she?
the one that i've been dreaming of ..
the one who came to rescue me..
and save me from destruction..
who is she..
with marble skin and gold thread hair
i fall in love ..
as a wave of emotions sweep across me..
the way she looks right pass me..
do you thinnk..
that some day she'll notice me..
not just a stranger that she'll see on the streets..
she is nothing but the girl next door to me..
look past my window and thats whom i hope to see..
a lovely face and un matched body..
......
......
she's the girl next door
she'll show you the world and so much more..
she'll lift you up whem ur feeling down..
peck u on the cheek just to tell you she's around..
she'll make you smile..
she'll make you cry and soon she'll be the only thing to fill your life...
she's the girl ..
the one that i've been dreaming of ..
the one who came to rescue me..
and save me from destruction..
who is she..
with marble skin and gold thread hair
i fall in love ..
as a wave of emotions sweep across me..
the way she looks right pass me..
do you thinnk..
that some day she'll notice me..
not just a stranger that she'll see on the streets..
she is nothing but the girl next door to me..
look past my window and thats whom i hope to see..
a lovely face and un matched body..
......
......
she's the girl next door
she'll show you the world and so much more..
she'll lift you up whem ur feeling down..
peck u on the cheek just to tell you she's around..
she'll make you smile..
she'll make you cry and soon she'll be the only thing to fill your life...
she's the girl ..
Sunday, May 24, 2009
master are you my master?
i stare blankly out into the abyss
not knowing that the abyss is staring back at me ..
slowly its jaws wrap around me.
silky smooth yet iron strong threads grab me my the limbs and throat.
i choke..not knowing what is happening?
a bright light glows in the distance and i see him..
my master
a river of agony and confundlement washes over his face , and drowns his emotions..
to set me free would be to destroy me ..yet to keep me safe would be to entrap me..
what should he do?
what would he do?
do not fret over me master.
i live only to serve and to glorify your name.
i am but a pawn on your checkered board..
save your armies..
i am not worth your protection..
let me take the blame for my own destruction.
yet give me the strenght to fight on to glorify you .
one last time.
my master
not knowing that the abyss is staring back at me ..
slowly its jaws wrap around me.
silky smooth yet iron strong threads grab me my the limbs and throat.
i choke..not knowing what is happening?
a bright light glows in the distance and i see him..
my master
a river of agony and confundlement washes over his face , and drowns his emotions..
to set me free would be to destroy me ..yet to keep me safe would be to entrap me..
what should he do?
what would he do?
do not fret over me master.
i live only to serve and to glorify your name.
i am but a pawn on your checkered board..
save your armies..
i am not worth your protection..
let me take the blame for my own destruction.
yet give me the strenght to fight on to glorify you .
one last time.
my master
different?
You are staring blankly into your computer. or perhaps this isn't your computer. maybe one of those tiny email gizmo of tommorrow's techy geeks..
but anyhow. you are reading this..
squinting your eyes to read the works of this innocent post
you now mock the author for those whom truly know how guilty of crime the author really is ..
how this blog set up is just a mere facade that eludes young and old on how guilty the author is ..
the author ..yes him of whom instructs me ..he of whom instructs you ..and the rest of us
.. no the author is not me ..
.. no the author is not human..
.. the author merely script writes everything that hasd happenned, is going to happen , and even now as you realise how impossibly lousy he is making my grammar sound in a desperate but truely beyond hope of repair's immitation of "on a winter's night a traveller'
you wonder how this post is of any importance to you ..
why is it so different from the others..
why is it that the author hides his emotions in encrypted vocabulary sprawled over the page...
why does he talk as if he is someone else..
you sit back..
mocking this webpage as it seems plain , dull coloured , and has the what-look-like an-obituary picture of the author himself..
there is no music ..
there is no colour ..
just light showing you a point of view that seems rather unusual to most ..
this is not just any post..
this is a charm ..
the kind like those little shoe-laced bracelets you used to wear and make for your girlfriends..
yes .. you may find this very amusing .. or on the other hand a-bloody-waste-of-my-time.
but ..this is unique .. you realize now that iit is indeed very different..
but anyhow. you are reading this..
squinting your eyes to read the works of this innocent post
you now mock the author for those whom truly know how guilty of crime the author really is ..
how this blog set up is just a mere facade that eludes young and old on how guilty the author is ..
the author ..yes him of whom instructs me ..he of whom instructs you ..and the rest of us
.. no the author is not me ..
.. no the author is not human..
.. the author merely script writes everything that hasd happenned, is going to happen , and even now as you realise how impossibly lousy he is making my grammar sound in a desperate but truely beyond hope of repair's immitation of "on a winter's night a traveller'
you wonder how this post is of any importance to you ..
why is it so different from the others..
why is it that the author hides his emotions in encrypted vocabulary sprawled over the page...
why does he talk as if he is someone else..
you sit back..
mocking this webpage as it seems plain , dull coloured , and has the what-look-like an-obituary picture of the author himself..
there is no music ..
there is no colour ..
just light showing you a point of view that seems rather unusual to most ..
this is not just any post..
this is a charm ..
the kind like those little shoe-laced bracelets you used to wear and make for your girlfriends..
yes .. you may find this very amusing .. or on the other hand a-bloody-waste-of-my-time.
but ..this is unique .. you realize now that iit is indeed very different..
Friday, May 22, 2009
sunkisses
Here i lie eyes closed, pressed gently against the soft green cushion of grasses
flourishing in abundance in this natural sanctuary.My very own Eden.
i can feel warm rays bathing my skin , giving a hint of copper toning where the sunrays land.
A gentle mid-autumn breeze gently gently carassing my bodice..
a vague involuntary smile catches the side on my lips..
my heavy clothes grumbling in the wind..
The undescribable tastes in fresh flowers and perfect leaves seducing my nostrils..
inhaling mouthfuls of rich air that quickly fills my lungs and energizes my body..
i have never felt so alive..
so connected to the earth whom bore my arms and feets..
the sun whom gave me eyes to see..
the trees whom made me whole ..
Here i stand,eyes squinted against the blistering afternoon sun reflected of bronze shields miles away..
battle cries , as a dramatic war scene grow larger and larger..
coming at me..
i am alone...
my sheild of self perserverence and control hangs grudgingly on my aching shoulders ..
beads of sweat burning my eyes and torching my skin....
my spear of Honour now blunted at its tip , takes its last victim ,a subject far out behind the enemies first line of defences..
my forearm burns of the effort as it draws its sword ..
Ah! thy sword of Faith ..
light as a feather , swift as a swallow, sharp as fresh cut glass , strong as diamonds..
swishing through the mangled bodies of my enemies ..
on at a time ..
rages surges through my veins ...
Gone are the halcyon days of the grass lands...but at last ..
it seems i can make it..it seems i can return my land , my people , myself..
to the time where a man could walk freely on the streets without the fear of assualts..
where women were no longer discriminated against but respected and cherished ..
where a father could raise his son himself and not loose him to the imperial armies..
i will fight..
but now .. i am no longer alone...
beams of sunlight shining down upon us..
warming the corpse cold bodies of my friends..
flourishing in abundance in this natural sanctuary.My very own Eden.
i can feel warm rays bathing my skin , giving a hint of copper toning where the sunrays land.
A gentle mid-autumn breeze gently gently carassing my bodice..
a vague involuntary smile catches the side on my lips..
my heavy clothes grumbling in the wind..
The undescribable tastes in fresh flowers and perfect leaves seducing my nostrils..
inhaling mouthfuls of rich air that quickly fills my lungs and energizes my body..
i have never felt so alive..
so connected to the earth whom bore my arms and feets..
the sun whom gave me eyes to see..
the trees whom made me whole ..
Here i stand,eyes squinted against the blistering afternoon sun reflected of bronze shields miles away..
battle cries , as a dramatic war scene grow larger and larger..
coming at me..
i am alone...
my sheild of self perserverence and control hangs grudgingly on my aching shoulders ..
beads of sweat burning my eyes and torching my skin....
my spear of Honour now blunted at its tip , takes its last victim ,a subject far out behind the enemies first line of defences..
my forearm burns of the effort as it draws its sword ..
Ah! thy sword of Faith ..
light as a feather , swift as a swallow, sharp as fresh cut glass , strong as diamonds..
swishing through the mangled bodies of my enemies ..
on at a time ..
rages surges through my veins ...
Gone are the halcyon days of the grass lands...but at last ..
it seems i can make it..it seems i can return my land , my people , myself..
to the time where a man could walk freely on the streets without the fear of assualts..
where women were no longer discriminated against but respected and cherished ..
where a father could raise his son himself and not loose him to the imperial armies..
i will fight..
but now .. i am no longer alone...
beams of sunlight shining down upon us..
warming the corpse cold bodies of my friends..
Sunday, May 17, 2009
battle cries
the time is now ..
the champions are us..
we hold the key to our salvation..
liberation of all of mankind..
we ...
through this battles we must march to the gates of hell,
and unleash a fury noone has ever seen or felt before..
for our homes...
for our families...
for the gentle mid summer breeze that kisses our foreheads on scorching afternoons
most of all
for our selves..
join me my brothers..
as we unleash our true potential on our enemies..
as we prove our worth to the one's we love...
this is victory...
a glorious death...
for freedom!!
for liberation!!
for a future brighter than anything else!!
the champions are us..
we hold the key to our salvation..
liberation of all of mankind..
we ...
through this battles we must march to the gates of hell,
and unleash a fury noone has ever seen or felt before..
for our homes...
for our families...
for the gentle mid summer breeze that kisses our foreheads on scorching afternoons
most of all
for our selves..
join me my brothers..
as we unleash our true potential on our enemies..
as we prove our worth to the one's we love...
this is victory...
a glorious death...
for freedom!!
for liberation!!
for a future brighter than anything else!!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
the medical officer
healing people..
well i guess that's my job..
here have a seat..
sometimes i wonder what the heck am i doing here in this freezing ambulance so far away from the war..
bright sparkles of rockets and grenades bellowing in the distance..
war cries accompanied by cries of wounded soldiers who leg had been severed and blown
few feets away from himself..
sigh...
i am to take care and save lives .. but why is it that there seem to be as many bullets
as bandages in my cosy ambulance...
as many casualities as survivors on both sides of this messy chess board
...
sigh ..
i am the most valued asset to my company..
yet i am as valuable an asset to the enemy if they capture me...
what is going on?
who am i?
savior? or murderer?
well i guess that's my job..
here have a seat..
sometimes i wonder what the heck am i doing here in this freezing ambulance so far away from the war..
bright sparkles of rockets and grenades bellowing in the distance..
war cries accompanied by cries of wounded soldiers who leg had been severed and blown
few feets away from himself..
sigh...
i am to take care and save lives .. but why is it that there seem to be as many bullets
as bandages in my cosy ambulance...
as many casualities as survivors on both sides of this messy chess board
...
sigh ..
i am the most valued asset to my company..
yet i am as valuable an asset to the enemy if they capture me...
what is going on?
who am i?
savior? or murderer?
the fighter
in uniforms
with the speed of a ninja at my command ....
jumping higher .. jumping further .. landing softer..
quiet...
crouching as i stalk towards my prey...
weak vital points of the human body running through my head...
the temple..the larynx..the groin..the stomach..the chest...
how do i proceed?
a strike kick to the head?
no no no you'll just fall over and sweep my legs
a punch to the temple?
effective .. but it has to be very accurate..
a kick to the groin?
nah that child's play...plus there's probably a lot of protection there since you
are expecting an assualt..
jumping side-kick?
too risky.. one sound and you'll duck to avoid it..
a leap to the side followed by a turning kick to the chest
yeah not bad
or on the other hand i could ... not play fairly..
"bang!"
the firing pin strikes the cartridge..
straight into the temple..
killing you instantly...
ahh much simpler ..
with the speed of a ninja at my command ....
jumping higher .. jumping further .. landing softer..
quiet...
crouching as i stalk towards my prey...
weak vital points of the human body running through my head...
the temple..the larynx..the groin..the stomach..the chest...
how do i proceed?
a strike kick to the head?
no no no you'll just fall over and sweep my legs
a punch to the temple?
effective .. but it has to be very accurate..
a kick to the groin?
nah that child's play...plus there's probably a lot of protection there since you
are expecting an assualt..
jumping side-kick?
too risky.. one sound and you'll duck to avoid it..
a leap to the side followed by a turning kick to the chest
yeah not bad
or on the other hand i could ... not play fairly..
"bang!"
the firing pin strikes the cartridge..
straight into the temple..
killing you instantly...
ahh much simpler ..
the painter
come come ..
sit down ...
let me paint your picture...
i see you as a canvas vast and white
holding within untold imagination ,
capable of being anything i wish it to be ..
first strokes...
colour pencils...
hetching...cross hetching..
making sure every detail of yourself is reflected on my canvas..
but the perspective is wrong...
the eyes.. the nose .. the ears..the mouth..the cheeks..
my palette dirtied from my last use,
squishy squashy paint oozing through tubes..
ahhh!!
bright pretty colours...yet none of them i can use..
mixing
vermilion with crimsonfor thy lips ... all full and luscious..
yellow orchre and burnt umber for thy hair hanging in light bounces on the head
burnt umber with a pinch of ultra marine for thy eyes...
veridian with sap green for the natural vegetation just behind you, while you sit on my wooden stool...
and alast.. the most important...
thy face...
vermilion for luster
lemon yellow for brightness
burnt sienna as the base
burnt umber for shadows
ultramarine for outlines
titanium white for highlights..
wet points ..dry points...
emphasis
contrast
tonal values
a multitude of factors running through my head...
not just artist are we ...
we are scientist... mathematician..inspiration for the world
we hide our meanings in our strokes ...
where is the focus what is the surroundings...
ahh ...
such meanings .. profound theorem trapped on a piece of plain white canvas..
a picture paints a thousand words ..
our job is to find the words with meanings .. the words that fit ...
the words that best describe...you....
sit down ...
let me paint your picture...
i see you as a canvas vast and white
holding within untold imagination ,
capable of being anything i wish it to be ..
first strokes...
colour pencils...
hetching...cross hetching..
making sure every detail of yourself is reflected on my canvas..
but the perspective is wrong...
the eyes.. the nose .. the ears..the mouth..the cheeks..
my palette dirtied from my last use,
squishy squashy paint oozing through tubes..
ahhh!!
bright pretty colours...yet none of them i can use..
mixing
vermilion with crimsonfor thy lips ... all full and luscious..
yellow orchre and burnt umber for thy hair hanging in light bounces on the head
burnt umber with a pinch of ultra marine for thy eyes...
veridian with sap green for the natural vegetation just behind you, while you sit on my wooden stool...
and alast.. the most important...
thy face...
vermilion for luster
lemon yellow for brightness
burnt sienna as the base
burnt umber for shadows
ultramarine for outlines
titanium white for highlights..
wet points ..dry points...
emphasis
contrast
tonal values
a multitude of factors running through my head...
not just artist are we ...
we are scientist... mathematician..inspiration for the world
we hide our meanings in our strokes ...
where is the focus what is the surroundings...
ahh ...
such meanings .. profound theorem trapped on a piece of plain white canvas..
a picture paints a thousand words ..
our job is to find the words with meanings .. the words that fit ...
the words that best describe...you....
uptown girl- westlife
A: " i'm sorry, i don't go out with guys like....."
B:" With guys like me.."
Uptown girl
She's been living in her uptown world
I bet she never had a back street guy
I bet her mama never told her why
I'm gonna try for an uptown girl
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man
That's what I am
And when she knows what
She wants from her time
And when she wakes up
And makes up her mind
She'll see I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love with an uptown girl
You know I've seen her in her uptown world
She's getting tired of her high class toys
And all her presents from her uptown boys
She's got a choice
Uptown girl
You know I can't afford to buy her pearls
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She'll understand what kind of guy I've been
And then I'll win
And when she's walking
She's looking so fine
And when she's talking
She'll say that she's mine
She'll say I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love
With and uptown girl
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man
That's what I am
Uptown girl
She's my uptown girl
You know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
You know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
You know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
B:" With guys like me.."
Uptown girl
She's been living in her uptown world
I bet she never had a back street guy
I bet her mama never told her why
I'm gonna try for an uptown girl
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man
That's what I am
And when she knows what
She wants from her time
And when she wakes up
And makes up her mind
She'll see I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love with an uptown girl
You know I've seen her in her uptown world
She's getting tired of her high class toys
And all her presents from her uptown boys
She's got a choice
Uptown girl
You know I can't afford to buy her pearls
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She'll understand what kind of guy I've been
And then I'll win
And when she's walking
She's looking so fine
And when she's talking
She'll say that she's mine
She'll say I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love
With and uptown girl
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man
That's what I am
Uptown girl
She's my uptown girl
You know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
You know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
You know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
wars
i walk these empty halls...
days have past ... i can still hear the wars
sound of battlecries ,blood gushing out like over flowing pipes...
my mind screams aloud contrasting the silence in these empty lights...
fingers twitched. whinning as i try to complete ....
futil efforts tried ...
this war is over ... how did we fight?
honor thy words ...
we fought as hard as we could ...
now ...ready ourselves for the next one ....
PRELIMS.....
days have past ... i can still hear the wars
sound of battlecries ,blood gushing out like over flowing pipes...
my mind screams aloud contrasting the silence in these empty lights...
fingers twitched. whinning as i try to complete ....
futil efforts tried ...
this war is over ... how did we fight?
honor thy words ...
we fought as hard as we could ...
now ...ready ourselves for the next one ....
PRELIMS.....
ends and new beginnings:D
alast the battle is over ....
streamers and fireworks setting of inthe cracks of rubble in my mind...
celebrations...
ready your dinners and eat hearty ...
for the war is just beginning....
tommorrow is a need day ... a new battle ..
let's face it with the gusto of victors....
streamers and fireworks setting of inthe cracks of rubble in my mind...
celebrations...
ready your dinners and eat hearty ...
for the war is just beginning....
tommorrow is a need day ... a new battle ..
let's face it with the gusto of victors....
Monday, May 4, 2009
something else...
She is a diamond, I am a stone
I come from nowhere, she's been to Rome
Her daddy's a lawyer, and mines not around
She has good manners, I'm rough all around
But you could come from something; you could come from nothing
You could be a princess; you could be a working man
But in the end...
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
Maybe a roll in the dirt, or it's a seat in first class:
We all want something we can't have.
She wants to go to restaurants in Beverly Hills and people stare
But I don't care it's just what she grew up around.
She drags me to parties where people ask me where I went to college;
She knows damn well I barely finished school.
She knows a lot about yearly salaries and trust funds and dividends;
She knows that I don't really care at all
But we got together, and it's workin ok
But you could come from something; you could come from nothing
You could be a princess; you could be a working man
But in the end...
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
Maybe a roll in the dirt, or it's a seat in first class:
We all want something we can't have.
Well you can spend your whole life looking for something, something that might be
Right in front of your eyes, but you'll be looking for something else you'll never find
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
Maybe a roll in the dirt, or it's seat in first class:
We all want something we can't have.
I come from nowhere, she's been to Rome
Her daddy's a lawyer, and mines not around
She has good manners, I'm rough all around
But you could come from something; you could come from nothing
You could be a princess; you could be a working man
But in the end...
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
Maybe a roll in the dirt, or it's a seat in first class:
We all want something we can't have.
She wants to go to restaurants in Beverly Hills and people stare
But I don't care it's just what she grew up around.
She drags me to parties where people ask me where I went to college;
She knows damn well I barely finished school.
She knows a lot about yearly salaries and trust funds and dividends;
She knows that I don't really care at all
But we got together, and it's workin ok
But you could come from something; you could come from nothing
You could be a princess; you could be a working man
But in the end...
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
Maybe a roll in the dirt, or it's a seat in first class:
We all want something we can't have.
Well you can spend your whole life looking for something, something that might be
Right in front of your eyes, but you'll be looking for something else you'll never find
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
Maybe a roll in the dirt, or it's seat in first class:
We all want something we can't have.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
on a rainy monday...
Remember that evening , remember that night;
i was bound up so tightly , i was bound up so high;
you never thought that your words could be so strong;
now they'll show you how i'll move on......
be my bad girl, be my friend, be my weekend lover ,and i'll be your man ....
you can be bad girl ... but understand that i'll still need you in my life again....
<< adapted - cascada - Bad Boy lyrics >>
i was bound up so tightly , i was bound up so high;
you never thought that your words could be so strong;
now they'll show you how i'll move on......
be my bad girl, be my friend, be my weekend lover ,and i'll be your man ....
you can be bad girl ... but understand that i'll still need you in my life again....
<< adapted - cascada - Bad Boy lyrics >>
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Across the void
To my Beloved ,
i hope you know now that my feelings towards you are true and sincere..
I wait each night for your eyes to close before i go to sleep..
Each week i see you .. Each day i long for you..
to see past the wavy curtains of gold and bronze threads..
through the hazel windows..
into a surrealistic world...
one that most people would never get to see ...
i can't help but smile ...
i can't help but savour the moment, enjoying every breath you take...
take care my fair lady from across the void...
live on ...
breathe on...
fear not the darkness... fear not the monsters...
do not fear anything from across the void...
for i shall soon follow after you..
in your exact footsteps...
along side you...
guiding you ..
protecting you...
do not fear...
do not worry..
For i will be there
i hope you know now that my feelings towards you are true and sincere..
I wait each night for your eyes to close before i go to sleep..
Each week i see you .. Each day i long for you..
to see past the wavy curtains of gold and bronze threads..
through the hazel windows..
into a surrealistic world...
one that most people would never get to see ...
i can't help but smile ...
i can't help but savour the moment, enjoying every breath you take...
take care my fair lady from across the void...
live on ...
breathe on...
fear not the darkness... fear not the monsters...
do not fear anything from across the void...
for i shall soon follow after you..
in your exact footsteps...
along side you...
guiding you ..
protecting you...
do not fear...
do not worry..
For i will be there
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
electrolysis
strongly bonded you and i ...
remaining as one even under intense heat and pressure..
yet when drowning in a vapour dish,
the water crowd comes between us...
creating spaces between us ..
we are free yet still long to be with one another...
charges flow throgh our aqueous medium..
we get drawn further and further apart from one another ..
oxidised and reduced ..
reduced and oxidised...
you get discharged from our mixture as a greenish -yellow mixture
, yet i am still stuck here ..
waiting on the time to be re- bonde with you once again
remaining as one even under intense heat and pressure..
yet when drowning in a vapour dish,
the water crowd comes between us...
creating spaces between us ..
we are free yet still long to be with one another...
charges flow throgh our aqueous medium..
we get drawn further and further apart from one another ..
oxidised and reduced ..
reduced and oxidised...
you get discharged from our mixture as a greenish -yellow mixture
, yet i am still stuck here ..
waiting on the time to be re- bonde with you once again
Sunday, April 19, 2009
adrenaline
this is not the usual fight or flight reponse
this is way better then that.
you first see her ,
your face lights up ..
an involuntary smile washes the nonchalant gloom from your melanchlonic facade
ah
her eyes..
when you look into them
your heart skips a few beats
you hold your breath
and it is unlike the most beautiful mountain scenery in the world
your own eyes dilate,
to absorb every single detail of her flawless bodice
your breaths quicken,
to absorb even the most minute of her passion fruit shampoo
you hands are numb
you no longer feel as if you were standing ,
more like floating...
every word she says echoes through your head
you do not want to be in love with any one ..
this is no longer love
you want to be her
you want people to look at you the way you look at her
you are suddenly unaware of any movement around you..except for hers
every word that might have been screamed ... except for her whispers
every moment in time except for when you are with her..
that is my drug
that is what keeps my going through the toughest of all days
to protect her..
that is all that i want...
and i will stop at nothing to get...
this is way better then that.
you first see her ,
your face lights up ..
an involuntary smile washes the nonchalant gloom from your melanchlonic facade
ah
her eyes..
when you look into them
your heart skips a few beats
you hold your breath
and it is unlike the most beautiful mountain scenery in the world
your own eyes dilate,
to absorb every single detail of her flawless bodice
your breaths quicken,
to absorb even the most minute of her passion fruit shampoo
you hands are numb
you no longer feel as if you were standing ,
more like floating...
every word she says echoes through your head
you do not want to be in love with any one ..
this is no longer love
you want to be her
you want people to look at you the way you look at her
you are suddenly unaware of any movement around you..except for hers
every word that might have been screamed ... except for her whispers
every moment in time except for when you are with her..
that is my drug
that is what keeps my going through the toughest of all days
to protect her..
that is all that i want...
and i will stop at nothing to get...
knowledge
unlike the half bitten apple that caused us to leave eden,
i believe knowledge is not entirely evil.
i believe there is good in it
i believe knowledge is power,
and it is the misuse and abuse of such power that creates the evil.
knowledge ..
without which we would be no better than beast ..
in it we learn to respect one another..
in it we befriend one another..
thrust one another
love one another
i believe knowledge is not entirely evil.
i believe there is good in it
i believe knowledge is power,
and it is the misuse and abuse of such power that creates the evil.
knowledge ..
without which we would be no better than beast ..
in it we learn to respect one another..
in it we befriend one another..
thrust one another
love one another
psalm 23
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
quotes
To see the world in a grain of sand,
and to see heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hands,
and eternity in an hour.
- william blake
Any emotion if it is sincere,
is involuntary.
- Mark Twain
Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
-Ghandi
Half a truth is often a great lie.
- Benjamin Franklin
I destroy my enemies
when i make them my friends.
-Abraham lincoln
What lies behind us and what lies before us
are tiny matters compared to what lies within us
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
and to see heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hands,
and eternity in an hour.
- william blake
Any emotion if it is sincere,
is involuntary.
- Mark Twain
Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.
-GhandiHalf a truth is often a great lie.
- Benjamin Franklin
I destroy my enemies
when i make them my friends.
-Abraham lincoln
What lies behind us and what lies before us
are tiny matters compared to what lies within us
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A Leader's Journal
Date: 4th september
Duty:Foxtrot division7 , to maintain defence till villagers can be safely evacuated.
Manpower allocation: SSGT Ivan- KIA
SGT Kean- Medic - KIA
SGT Johnny - tactics and weapons support- KIA
SGT Eric-Machine gunner and communications
CPL Sean - medic's assistant
CPL Xavier - Food and Logistics
CPL Marshall- infantry
CPL David - infantry- KIA
CPL Leon - infantry- (incapacitated)
REC Sherman -infantry-KIA
REC Nathan - infantry
Dawn once again the sun rises..
and along with it comes the first volley of enemy projectiles ..
My men are restless... Our food supplies have been compromised by a hostile grenade..
Three more days.. our remaining food supplies would not last that long ..
We are to defend this checkpoint until we die or starve to death , depending on which comes first.
This was not what we had expected. Our checkpoint was to be the safest amongst the divisions..
It was suppossed to be an almost idling mission.
- guess our superior made another mess-up...
with only 5 men left , it seems impossible to hold out the defence.
( low mummerings erupt into a scream)
WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING HERE ?-CPL Xavier
WE are definitely going to DIE... if you do not care for your life , i do and i have a family !
Shut up Xavier ... theres no retreat ... no surrender ... either victory or a glorious death!
- REC Nathan
Son we're all in this together..
we have defended this hill for thus long already ..
lets finish this job ...
we fight for our homes , our land , our families..
you want to run now?
run to whom?
if we do not defend our post , there would be no family for you to run home to..
(complete silence)
(Rattling of Eric machine gun)
Duty:Foxtrot division7 , to maintain defence till villagers can be safely evacuated.
Manpower allocation: SSGT Ivan- KIA
SGT Kean- Medic - KIA
SGT Johnny - tactics and weapons support- KIA
SGT Eric-Machine gunner and communications
CPL Sean - medic's assistant
CPL Xavier - Food and Logistics
CPL Marshall- infantry
CPL David - infantry- KIA
CPL Leon - infantry- (incapacitated)
REC Sherman -infantry-KIA
REC Nathan - infantry
Dawn once again the sun rises..
and along with it comes the first volley of enemy projectiles ..
My men are restless... Our food supplies have been compromised by a hostile grenade..
Three more days.. our remaining food supplies would not last that long ..
We are to defend this checkpoint until we die or starve to death , depending on which comes first.
This was not what we had expected. Our checkpoint was to be the safest amongst the divisions..
It was suppossed to be an almost idling mission.
- guess our superior made another mess-up...
with only 5 men left , it seems impossible to hold out the defence.
( low mummerings erupt into a scream)
WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING HERE ?-CPL Xavier
WE are definitely going to DIE... if you do not care for your life , i do and i have a family !
Shut up Xavier ... theres no retreat ... no surrender ... either victory or a glorious death!
- REC Nathan
Son we're all in this together..
we have defended this hill for thus long already ..
lets finish this job ...
we fight for our homes , our land , our families..
you want to run now?
run to whom?
if we do not defend our post , there would be no family for you to run home to..
(complete silence)
(Rattling of Eric machine gun)
Sunday, April 12, 2009
my interests
diamond and earphones...
my expertise and interests
one is but the hardest and most brilliant looking gemstone
judged by scrutinizing eyes for its colour, cut , size , and colour
the other is but the nicest fahion accessory ,producing low bass and high trebles...
expressive with its mid-range and loud enough to deaf a person and strong enough to block out the sound of a riot.
ahhh but i am interested in something new now....
more brilliant than the diamond ...
more melodious than the best of earphones...
ahhhh.... perfection and all that is ... her...
my expertise and interests
one is but the hardest and most brilliant looking gemstone
judged by scrutinizing eyes for its colour, cut , size , and colour
the other is but the nicest fahion accessory ,producing low bass and high trebles...
expressive with its mid-range and loud enough to deaf a person and strong enough to block out the sound of a riot.
ahhh but i am interested in something new now....
more brilliant than the diamond ...
more melodious than the best of earphones...
ahhhh.... perfection and all that is ... her...
Monday, April 6, 2009
6949
6949.....
oh the numbers of the acronyms...
to be naturally wonderful, heaven-sent yard-stick..
of whom i measure myself with....
whom is my target
whom is but a dream of mine...
i will one day catch-up ...
just you wait and see...
6949...
see you soon...
onli you would know...
oh the numbers of the acronyms...
to be naturally wonderful, heaven-sent yard-stick..
of whom i measure myself with....
whom is my target
whom is but a dream of mine...
i will one day catch-up ...
just you wait and see...
6949...
see you soon...
onli you would know...
deal!
i promise myself now ....
i am betting my life for all of my desires and wishes..
i am betting .. wishing...
do well or die trying ...
oh i have a bad feeling about this..
i am betting my life for all of my desires and wishes..
i am betting .. wishing...
do well or die trying ...
oh i have a bad feeling about this..
Saturday, April 4, 2009
eagerness
eagerness
ready to pounce....
no ...
keep your cool..
this is not up to you...
you mess this up , i'll mess you up...
you put on your masks....
creeping slowly....
keep your composure..
don't slouch...
there she is...
Rise
wave ..
stop smiling you fool..!
don't give yourself away....
ahhh....
fresh blood ....
ahhh...
the world dissapears behind her..
ahhh.....
adrenaline floods your head...
your pupils dilate...
your heart pumps at twice its speed
ahh...
the heightened sense of it all
chained by your education and nature
the beast inside you gnawls fruitlessly at what binds him
clawing the inside your gut...
yet your smile never falls ..
never fades
the torture.....
the pleasure...
ahh...
ready to pounce....
no ...
keep your cool..
this is not up to you...
you mess this up , i'll mess you up...
you put on your masks....
creeping slowly....
keep your composure..
don't slouch...
there she is...
Rise
wave ..
stop smiling you fool..!
don't give yourself away....
ahhh....
fresh blood ....
ahhh...
the world dissapears behind her..
ahhh.....
adrenaline floods your head...
your pupils dilate...
your heart pumps at twice its speed
ahh...
the heightened sense of it all
chained by your education and nature
the beast inside you gnawls fruitlessly at what binds him
clawing the inside your gut...
yet your smile never falls ..
never fades
the torture.....
the pleasure...
ahh...
Friday, April 3, 2009
just like a battery
like the poles of a battery
your scent and face would drive me
a wave of emotions sweep over me.
flowing on with the rest of the Es
moving fast through the conductors...
you help me get along even in times of insulators and resistors
just like a battery
keeping me warm ..
lighting me up..
making me move
you are the charge of my life ...
thus i move only for you...
just like a battery..
your scent and face would drive me
a wave of emotions sweep over me.
flowing on with the rest of the Es
moving fast through the conductors...
you help me get along even in times of insulators and resistors
just like a battery
keeping me warm ..
lighting me up..
making me move
you are the charge of my life ...
thus i move only for you...
just like a battery..
Run ! away from her
she is a demon
rolling of her elongated fangs, blood of her kills
she charges mindlessly at anyone...
leader of the hordes of undead ...
"run now my love .....there will be a day by which we will meet"
" NEVER!.... you are nothing but a sex- crazed maniac ...
get away from me " - i screamed as i took your hand and ran....
run .. faster .. longer ....
a sinister laughter ripped through the air behind us....
no ....
i will not lose you too.....the virus will not infect you too...
looking you dead in the eye , i think to myself ...
who am i fighting against ?
HER! ofcourse...
no... i am but fighting with myself ....
i am .....
no ... this one is different she is my cure as i am hers'
i promise ... this one is different .. unlike anything i've ever encountered
she is my glass as i am her wine...
as we ran ...
thoughts were fired within my head ...
we are ...
faster .. stronger.. smarter...
we will beat this ...
warmth fills me from within..
her smile .. so beautiful in the rising morning sun
this is where i belong .. for us...
for eternity
rolling of her elongated fangs, blood of her kills
she charges mindlessly at anyone...
leader of the hordes of undead ...
"run now my love .....there will be a day by which we will meet"
" NEVER!.... you are nothing but a sex- crazed maniac ...
get away from me " - i screamed as i took your hand and ran....
run .. faster .. longer ....
a sinister laughter ripped through the air behind us....
no ....
i will not lose you too.....the virus will not infect you too...
looking you dead in the eye , i think to myself ...
who am i fighting against ?
HER! ofcourse...
no... i am but fighting with myself ....
i am .....
no ... this one is different she is my cure as i am hers'
i promise ... this one is different .. unlike anything i've ever encountered
she is my glass as i am her wine...
as we ran ...
thoughts were fired within my head ...
we are ...
faster .. stronger.. smarter...
we will beat this ...
warmth fills me from within..
her smile .. so beautiful in the rising morning sun
this is where i belong .. for us...
for eternity
Thursday, April 2, 2009
a typical day - racing on...
this world oh so cold ...
i need to feel you on my skin..
this world oh so dark..
take my hand and guide me to heaven ....
lungs burning ...
need air ...
breathing down each others' necks
..
you , me , the whole world ....
racing on wards
....
fire freezes, cold as the flames of ice
like tantacles ....
gnawings is way towards us...
parry...
stab...
slash...
backed up against the wall
retreating...
help us would you not?
anxious waiting...
just as my scatterred thoughts...
who'll be there ?
i need to feel you on my skin..
this world oh so dark..
take my hand and guide me to heaven ....
lungs burning ...
need air ...
breathing down each others' necks
..
you , me , the whole world ....
racing on wards
....
fire freezes, cold as the flames of ice
like tantacles ....
gnawings is way towards us...
parry...
stab...
slash...
backed up against the wall
retreating...
help us would you not?
anxious waiting...
just as my scatterred thoughts...
who'll be there ?
25 minutes
After some time I´ve
finally made up my mind
she is the girl and I really want to make her mine
I´m searching everywhere to find her again
to tell her I love her
and I´m sorry ´bout the things I´ve done
I find her standing in
front of the church
the only place in town where I didn´t search
She looks so happy in her white and blue dress
but she´s crying while she´s saying this
Boy I´ve missed your kisses all the time but this is
25 minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I´m sorry your are
25 minutes too late
Against the wind I´m going home again
wishing me back to the time when we were more than friends
But still I see her in
front of the church
the only place in town where I didn´t search
She looked so happy in her white and blue dress
but she's crying while she was saying this
Boy I´ve missed your kisses all the time but this is
25 minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I´m sorry your are
25 minutes too late
Out in the streets
places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
inside my head
still I can hear the words she said
Boy I´ve missed your kisses all the time but this is
25 minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I´m sorry your are
25 minutes too late
I can still hear her
say.......
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
dark figures
oh the darkness
over whelming darkness...
the misery .. the pain...
can you see it the way i do ..
liveless corpses doing what they must ...
to feed ... to make more of themselves...
robots....
cruelty floods the sky above us while jealousy plagues our drinking waters ...
where are the makers?
those of whom gave us life ..
those of whom gave us faith
those of whom told us to wait?
lies ? how can i doubt the makers?
how can i doubt the facts ...
where was the prophecised love ..
she of whom would rid me of my pain...
she of whom would add colour to this world..
she of whom would influence me in ways noone else can..
pain ..
darkness overwhelms me again ...
i turn around ..
what is that?,
i ask ..
bright light unlike any i've seen before ..
i look back at my gloom and darkening world...
it is merely my shadow now ...
darkening only because the light is appraching me..
ohh so bright
ohh so bright
over whelming darkness...
the misery .. the pain...
can you see it the way i do ..
liveless corpses doing what they must ...
to feed ... to make more of themselves...
robots....
cruelty floods the sky above us while jealousy plagues our drinking waters ...
where are the makers?
those of whom gave us life ..
those of whom gave us faith
those of whom told us to wait?
lies ? how can i doubt the makers?
how can i doubt the facts ...
where was the prophecised love ..
she of whom would rid me of my pain...
she of whom would add colour to this world..
she of whom would influence me in ways noone else can..
pain ..
darkness overwhelms me again ...
i turn around ..
what is that?,
i ask ..
bright light unlike any i've seen before ..
i look back at my gloom and darkening world...
it is merely my shadow now ...
darkening only because the light is appraching me..
ohh so bright
ohh so bright
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
sharp assasins
ivory white....
ohh the smooth soft curves, and delicate contours...
dressed in its bright scarlet dress...
licensed to kill
fallen enemies now flood the door way
ohh the seductive white contours ,
occasionally stained by the scorching sun light- a pale yellow on her flawless skin...
licensed to kill...
how do you escape such a fate..?
how do you escape her ?
she is the world's most deadly and widely used assasin
...
her movements like a sparrow
her speed like a cheetah
her eyes like an owl..
...
intelligent amongst god's wonderful creations
lively
she is found in all of us
she is found on all of us...
think ....
she is like a sharp knife ...kills without drawing blood...
she is ..........
our words...
ohh the smooth soft curves, and delicate contours...
dressed in its bright scarlet dress...
licensed to kill
fallen enemies now flood the door way
ohh the seductive white contours ,
occasionally stained by the scorching sun light- a pale yellow on her flawless skin...
licensed to kill...
how do you escape such a fate..?
how do you escape her ?
she is the world's most deadly and widely used assasin
...
her movements like a sparrow
her speed like a cheetah
her eyes like an owl..
...
intelligent amongst god's wonderful creations
lively
she is found in all of us
she is found on all of us...
think ....
she is like a sharp knife ...kills without drawing blood...
she is ..........
our words...
Monday, March 30, 2009
who am i? - casting crowns
who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Bridge:
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
Cause I am yours.
I am yours.
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Bridge:
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
Cause I am yours.
I am yours.
are you ready?
your headdress stifles unders the schoring mid-day sun..
the trinkiles of anoying sweat seem to have drenched your navy blue uniform...
your arm aches screaming as muscle fibres try to hold your forearms parrallel to the grown so you don't look like a moron trying to support the over sized flag currently resting on a holster near your groin area.
the parade seems so far so good .... apart from a near knock out experience , a coarse throat ,
a fast blurring image of the parade commander..
ohh the parade commander..
part of my feels envy that he is where he is..
yet another part of me feels relieved i ain't shoutng commands in a language i do not know...
your toes wrigle aimlessly about your roomy boots ...
black boots .... hot sun ... deadly combination...
remember , you are an SI ... your rank means you're suppossed to be the best...
mow is the time .. be the best ....
the commander returns to his position...
readies the contingents for their march past ...
this is it....
your cca flag catches a random breeze and almost caused the flag pole
to slip out of your hands..
its okay , i reassured myself.... more of a life than a reasurance
heres something with more truth in it ..
"whats the worst that could happen? die only..." Qoute from my president..
its seemed quite true ... death would probably be what i would getting after this..
my arm droops..
the march.....
it feels good to finally be moving ...
whats more important is that whether or not we're syncronized...
march past the contingents ...
march past the reviewing ofiicer..
march off ...
simple ... not that bad ...
or at least that was what i thought..........................................
the trinkiles of anoying sweat seem to have drenched your navy blue uniform...
your arm aches screaming as muscle fibres try to hold your forearms parrallel to the grown so you don't look like a moron trying to support the over sized flag currently resting on a holster near your groin area.
the parade seems so far so good .... apart from a near knock out experience , a coarse throat ,
a fast blurring image of the parade commander..
ohh the parade commander..
part of my feels envy that he is where he is..
yet another part of me feels relieved i ain't shoutng commands in a language i do not know...
your toes wrigle aimlessly about your roomy boots ...
black boots .... hot sun ... deadly combination...
remember , you are an SI ... your rank means you're suppossed to be the best...
mow is the time .. be the best ....
the commander returns to his position...
readies the contingents for their march past ...
this is it....
your cca flag catches a random breeze and almost caused the flag pole
to slip out of your hands..
its okay , i reassured myself.... more of a life than a reasurance
heres something with more truth in it ..
"whats the worst that could happen? die only..." Qoute from my president..
its seemed quite true ... death would probably be what i would getting after this..
my arm droops..
the march.....
it feels good to finally be moving ...
whats more important is that whether or not we're syncronized...
march past the contingents ...
march past the reviewing ofiicer..
march off ...
simple ... not that bad ...
or at least that was what i thought..........................................
NPCC
"We the members of the National Police Cadet Corps, do here and now solemnly and sincerely pledge that:
We will always bear true faith and allegiance to the President and our Republic of Singapore.
We will always be loyal and true to our country, our people and the government.
We will always be prepared to serve our country and community.
We will always preserve the peace and uphold the law."
lonely?
have you ever felt alone ?
unwanted in the cold poring rain ...
and the world seems to be moving in black and white in slow motion....
or maybe left on the balcony ...
hung out to dry like one of the old t-shirts that people don't really care about?
well ....loneliness..
just remember ,only people at the top get lonely.. it is not that you are unwanted its just that
you impose a demeaneour of respect and fear unto others ...
this is done even with your knowledge ...
the world is often seen as a dark entity ..
most of the time this is due to the person loking at his or her own shadow whilst standing
in his or her own sun shine
...
you are not alone...
this world may be unfair .. that doesn't mean it isn't good.
..
live you life each day to the maximum......
and if you are able to do the things i've stated at the most crucial points in life ,
tell me how....:)
unwanted in the cold poring rain ...
and the world seems to be moving in black and white in slow motion....
or maybe left on the balcony ...
hung out to dry like one of the old t-shirts that people don't really care about?
well ....loneliness..
just remember ,only people at the top get lonely.. it is not that you are unwanted its just that
you impose a demeaneour of respect and fear unto others ...
this is done even with your knowledge ...
the world is often seen as a dark entity ..
most of the time this is due to the person loking at his or her own shadow whilst standing
in his or her own sun shine
...
you are not alone...
this world may be unfair .. that doesn't mean it isn't good.
..
live you life each day to the maximum......
and if you are able to do the things i've stated at the most crucial points in life ,
tell me how....:)
the little nitty gritty advices - every body's free ( to wear sunscreen)
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97. Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen
would be it. The
long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the
rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my
own meandering
experience... I will dispense this advice now
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh,
nevermind, you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until
they've faded. But trust
me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way
you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that
worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by
chewing bubblegum. The
real toubles in life are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried
mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle
Tuesday
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't
put up with people who
are reckless with your's.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're
ahead, sometimes you're
behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with
yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the
insults. If you suceed in doing
this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank
statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do
with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do
with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still
don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're
gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
have children, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance
the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do,
don't congratulate
yourself too much or berate yourself either - your
choices are half chance,
so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be
afraid of it, or what
other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.
Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in
your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make
you feel UGLY.
CHORUS
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they
might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they're your best link to your
past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future
Understand that friends come and go, but for the
precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography
and lifestyle because the
older you get, the more you need the people you knew
when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes
you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes
you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise,
Politicians will
philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll
fantasize that when
you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble, and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe
you have a trust fund,
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never
know when either one might
run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're
40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with
those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly
parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
CHORUS
Everybody's free. Everybody's free.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen
would be it. The
long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the
rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my
own meandering
experience... I will dispense this advice now
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh,
nevermind, you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until
they've faded. But trust
me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way
you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that
worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by
chewing bubblegum. The
real toubles in life are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried
mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle
Tuesday
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't
put up with people who
are reckless with your's.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're
ahead, sometimes you're
behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with
yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the
insults. If you suceed in doing
this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank
statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do
with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do
with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still
don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're
gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
have children, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance
the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do,
don't congratulate
yourself too much or berate yourself either - your
choices are half chance,
so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be
afraid of it, or what
other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.
Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in
your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make
you feel UGLY.
CHORUS
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they
might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they're your best link to your
past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future
Understand that friends come and go, but for the
precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography
and lifestyle because the
older you get, the more you need the people you knew
when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes
you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes
you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise,
Politicians will
philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll
fantasize that when
you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble, and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe
you have a trust fund,
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never
know when either one might
run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're
40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with
those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly
parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
CHORUS
Everybody's free. Everybody's free.
critical times
These are critical times my friends,
truth be told this was what we have been afraid of..
the sky casted a dull gloom as the thick air , reeking of the mangled corpses of our dreams ,
started to choke us.
"the walls are moving in on us...."
"think javin think...
what on earth did you do the last time the world felt as if it was collapsing on you?"
Tiny spheres of sweat burned down my bruised arms...
" Not exactly the kind of eden you were planning for now is it?"
the now close to boiling beads of sweat felt like molten iron...
drip... drip.. drip...
they fall from my face...
my courageous facade tumbles like a house of cards under a crippling storm...
so hence doomsday.....
"what is that?"
who .. what.. when.. where.. why.. how?
a perfectly still being crouched down amongst the pile of debris and twisted carcasses
she looked up at me ...
surprised.... that should probably be the last thing to find in her eyes...
what else would a little girl like her be thinking of a group of 15 strong, gruffy men like us holding weapons that could kill anything within a 5 mile radius.
i walked up to her ,lowered my rifle....
in that same instant she looked up at me..
crying...
all the pain and tire of my venture through the wastelands seemed to all but wash away...
in that instant, my enemies could attack me ..
i wouldn't have known or bothered...
and that meant to me now , was keeping her safe....
safe from the zombies and the deaths
"protect her , i told myself" as i picked her up
flawless pearls fell from her eyes as she tried to hold them back
her eyes red from all the crying, still held thier beautiful onyx gem stones in place ...
so beautiful... like a freshly picked flower in spring...
yes, my friends have gone by now but i have found something
so precious i would trade all my life for...
doomsday ?
how on earth could this be doomsday ? i mocked at myself...
as i turned back towards the horde of living dead ..
for her i fight on..
for her i live on ...
i reloaded my rifle and prepared for battle...
the sky ain't so dark...
life still ain't quite as miserable...
for her......
truth be told this was what we have been afraid of..
the sky casted a dull gloom as the thick air , reeking of the mangled corpses of our dreams ,
started to choke us.
"the walls are moving in on us...."
"think javin think...
what on earth did you do the last time the world felt as if it was collapsing on you?"
Tiny spheres of sweat burned down my bruised arms...
" Not exactly the kind of eden you were planning for now is it?"
the now close to boiling beads of sweat felt like molten iron...
drip... drip.. drip...
they fall from my face...
my courageous facade tumbles like a house of cards under a crippling storm...
so hence doomsday.....
"what is that?"
who .. what.. when.. where.. why.. how?
a perfectly still being crouched down amongst the pile of debris and twisted carcasses
she looked up at me ...
surprised.... that should probably be the last thing to find in her eyes...
what else would a little girl like her be thinking of a group of 15 strong, gruffy men like us holding weapons that could kill anything within a 5 mile radius.
i walked up to her ,lowered my rifle....
in that same instant she looked up at me..
crying...
all the pain and tire of my venture through the wastelands seemed to all but wash away...
in that instant, my enemies could attack me ..
i wouldn't have known or bothered...
and that meant to me now , was keeping her safe....
safe from the zombies and the deaths
"protect her , i told myself" as i picked her up
flawless pearls fell from her eyes as she tried to hold them back
her eyes red from all the crying, still held thier beautiful onyx gem stones in place ...
so beautiful... like a freshly picked flower in spring...
yes, my friends have gone by now but i have found something
so precious i would trade all my life for...
doomsday ?
how on earth could this be doomsday ? i mocked at myself...
as i turned back towards the horde of living dead ..
for her i fight on..
for her i live on ...
i reloaded my rifle and prepared for battle...
the sky ain't so dark...
life still ain't quite as miserable...
for her......
by him , for her
You are not my friend, i value you more than that.
You are not my enemy , i pray that day to never come.
you are not my mistress, it would be degratory to call you that.
you are not my wife, i love you even more than that.
you are not my government , your words mean more than the law
you are not my idol, you can do so so much more.
you are not my god , i guess that is the only thing you cannot be to me.
you are what you are , and who i want to be.
nothing less than perfection.
You are not my enemy , i pray that day to never come.
you are not my mistress, it would be degratory to call you that.
you are not my wife, i love you even more than that.
you are not my government , your words mean more than the law
you are not my idol, you can do so so much more.
you are not my god , i guess that is the only thing you cannot be to me.
you are what you are , and who i want to be.
nothing less than perfection.
by javin
You make the world seem so cold
Perahps that's why you are
The warmest sun the moons must envy
The heat you feel is but the lamp of
Your heart.
Let your shades be cast aside to reveal the
Purest and brightest of light to guide hundreds
And unto the hundreds, thousands more.
May you become stronger than ever before
And through the coming tests,
Show the world who you truly ,deeply are....
Nothing less than the most perfectly flawless
Person to grace these lands.
:) ps: it is not suppose to sound like a love poem.=3
Perahps that's why you are
The warmest sun the moons must envy
The heat you feel is but the lamp of
Your heart.
Let your shades be cast aside to reveal the
Purest and brightest of light to guide hundreds
And unto the hundreds, thousands more.
May you become stronger than ever before
And through the coming tests,
Show the world who you truly ,deeply are....
Nothing less than the most perfectly flawless
Person to grace these lands.
:) ps: it is not suppose to sound like a love poem.=3
two worlds
Put your faith in what you most believe in
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lies we see
A paradise untouched by man
Within this worlds blessed with love
A simple life, they live in peace
Softly tread the sand below your feed now
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
Beneath the shelter of the trees
Only love can enter here
A simple life, they live in peace
Raise your head up
Lift high the load
Take strength from those that need you
Build high the walls
Build strong the beams
A new life is waiting
But danger's no stranger here
No words describe a mother's tears
No words can heal a broken heart
A dream is gone, but where there's hope
Somewhere something is calling for you
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lies we see
A paradise untouched by man
Within this worlds blessed with love
A simple life, they live in peace
Softly tread the sand below your feed now
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
Beneath the shelter of the trees
Only love can enter here
A simple life, they live in peace
Raise your head up
Lift high the load
Take strength from those that need you
Build high the walls
Build strong the beams
A new life is waiting
But danger's no stranger here
No words describe a mother's tears
No words can heal a broken heart
A dream is gone, but where there's hope
Somewhere something is calling for you
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
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