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?

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

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 ..

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

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..

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..

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 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?

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 ..

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....

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

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.....

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....

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.

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....
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