Monday, July 09, 2007
Drained
Just when we think the pieces of our lives are complete, there will be at least one component that will fall out. Its the cycle of life for without problems what is life?
It keeps us going.
One after another.
You fix it, you ruin another.
If everything goes your way, it is only because you are dead.
::end::
Just when we think the pieces of our lives are complete, there will be at least one component that will fall out. Its the cycle of life for without problems what is life?
It keeps us going.
One after another.
You fix it, you ruin another.
If everything goes your way, it is only because you are dead.
::end::
Monday, July 02, 2007
last updated
13th of October's really a long time ago.
when i was 19, still the angsty young man serving his national service. things have changed now and i suppose i really am ready to begin a new chapter in creativity. it suffered a serious burn out for the past few jaded, dementia filled years, but im back for now.
nowadays i add something special called 'music' to my poetry. yes. in other words, lyrics. and this would perhaps, hopefully, be the first of many:
Parodied
Go on, cut, repeat. It rings in our heads
The moment of deceit, I kinda feel the beat.
As everything unwinds and slowly fades,
I see it for myself, before me
As I learn to relearn and wind the past (to unwind).
Play it once, show it to me; my life and yours.
(We’re not living in circles)
Once again, once again, your life and mine!
(We’re not living in circles)
Cuz in the end you’re nothing more (no more).
Cuz in the end I’m nothing more (no more).
Take stage, act 1. Don’t forget me too,
View it slow, seep it in a whole
Three tries for five scenes without a clue
If only life’s that way for all.
As I learn to unwind and relearn to wind (the past)
Play it once, show it to me; my life and yours.
(We’re not living in circles)
Once again, once again, your life and mine!
(We’re not living in circles)
Cuz in the end you’re nothing more (no more).
Cuz in the end I’m nothing more (no more).
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as for what the song means, to simply put it this way: imagine you died and you have an opportunity to look at your life being played out in the form of theatre. a parody of sorts, and there you are wishing it could have been more.
::end::
13th of October's really a long time ago.
when i was 19, still the angsty young man serving his national service. things have changed now and i suppose i really am ready to begin a new chapter in creativity. it suffered a serious burn out for the past few jaded, dementia filled years, but im back for now.
nowadays i add something special called 'music' to my poetry. yes. in other words, lyrics. and this would perhaps, hopefully, be the first of many:
Parodied
Go on, cut, repeat. It rings in our heads
The moment of deceit, I kinda feel the beat.
As everything unwinds and slowly fades,
I see it for myself, before me
As I learn to relearn and wind the past (to unwind).
Play it once, show it to me; my life and yours.
(We’re not living in circles)
Once again, once again, your life and mine!
(We’re not living in circles)
Cuz in the end you’re nothing more (no more).
Cuz in the end I’m nothing more (no more).
Take stage, act 1. Don’t forget me too,
View it slow, seep it in a whole
Three tries for five scenes without a clue
If only life’s that way for all.
As I learn to unwind and relearn to wind (the past)
Play it once, show it to me; my life and yours.
(We’re not living in circles)
Once again, once again, your life and mine!
(We’re not living in circles)
Cuz in the end you’re nothing more (no more).
Cuz in the end I’m nothing more (no more).
----------
as for what the song means, to simply put it this way: imagine you died and you have an opportunity to look at your life being played out in the form of theatre. a parody of sorts, and there you are wishing it could have been more.
::end::
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
othello
Undefined, thats how we see this world,
i sit and observe the momentous twirl.
My eyes pried open it left me pondering,
questions to give me clarity, i need a shrink.
For on the pellet, all i see is the colour grey,
or gray or whatever you call it; how much i say.
Everythings going crazy and my words; useless,
the mind just wants definition, yet its pointless.
::end::
Undefined, thats how we see this world,
i sit and observe the momentous twirl.
My eyes pried open it left me pondering,
questions to give me clarity, i need a shrink.
For on the pellet, all i see is the colour grey,
or gray or whatever you call it; how much i say.
Everythings going crazy and my words; useless,
the mind just wants definition, yet its pointless.
::end::
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Insert object here: _________
Hello.
Goodbye.
Dormant as it is,
this space has been.
Empty.
Filled.
The shell without
a soul is still.
Choices.
Solutions.
Problems.
Repeat.
::end::
Hello.
Goodbye.
Dormant as it is,
this space has been.
Empty.
Filled.
The shell without
a soul is still.
Choices.
Solutions.
Problems.
Repeat.
::end::
Thursday, June 24, 2004
handicapped
Im seen as the armless boy,
Obselete like an old toy.
That's what they view me as,
Nothing more than a pest.
Breathing their air callously,
Tolerating their animosity.
Who's the one with distorted
Views? Their prospects long aborted.
My one leg helps spread humour,
As they laugh, ignoring the tumour.
That poisoned their minds, trapped.
And yet you say im handicapped.
::end::
Im seen as the armless boy,
Obselete like an old toy.
That's what they view me as,
Nothing more than a pest.
Breathing their air callously,
Tolerating their animosity.
Who's the one with distorted
Views? Their prospects long aborted.
My one leg helps spread humour,
As they laugh, ignoring the tumour.
That poisoned their minds, trapped.
And yet you say im handicapped.
::end::
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
bloody long time since my creativity seeped through my head. ive been doing a lot of drawings, just need the technology to put up the drawings here. haha...
blind
Im blind, i cant see.
Ignore me, let me be.
I used braille for this,
Short poem. It's a bliss.
::end::
blind
Im blind, i cant see.
Ignore me, let me be.
I used braille for this,
Short poem. It's a bliss.
::end::
Friday, May 28, 2004
enough sappy shit:
Hello. This blog was entirely typed by someone who has nothing better to do. Although its undeniable that life's pretty fucked up for this youth, there are better things that can brighten his day. Let the HuMoUr coagulate!!! now!!!
in a room, there's a pixie, goblin, fairy, smart-mat and a dumb-mat. in the middle of the toom there's a ruby thats much sought after. Question: Which one of them would reach the ruby first?!
Answer: the dumb-mat.
why? because there's no such thing as a pixie, goblin, fairy OR a smart-mat. :D
::end::
Hello. This blog was entirely typed by someone who has nothing better to do. Although its undeniable that life's pretty fucked up for this youth, there are better things that can brighten his day. Let the HuMoUr coagulate!!! now!!!
in a room, there's a pixie, goblin, fairy, smart-mat and a dumb-mat. in the middle of the toom there's a ruby thats much sought after. Question: Which one of them would reach the ruby first?!
Answer: the dumb-mat.
why? because there's no such thing as a pixie, goblin, fairy OR a smart-mat. :D
::end::
