Birthday
It's my birthday
No one here day
Very strange day
I think of you day
Go outside day
Sit in the park day
Watch the sky day
What a pathetic day
I dont like this day
It makes me feel too small
I dont like these days
They make me feel so small
**
The best birthday song that I came across. Put the words aside and you'll 'feel' the music running into you as the day progresses. Never really celebrate birthdays but this year seems to be a little peculiar in its own ways. All of a sudden there's a lustrous glow coming from seemingly nowhere. It's a time to smile and have a fiesta. The unexpected has come to show. Come around, I'll take you with me.
My alter ago, whose superpower for revolution lies in my epiphany for change, brought on me with the aid of serious check. At last end, I have reached a turning point. I finally have so much strength to move on and create a better situation for myself.
You may say that I never saw it coming or learned the hard way, but with profound change comes new opportunity. One door closes and another opens. So tear down the wall and rebuild anew.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Very Strange Day
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He Knows So Much About These Things
This Charming Man
Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet?
When in this charming car
This charming man
Why pamper life's complexities
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat?
I would go out tonight
But i haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care"
A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the rings"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care"
This charming man.
This charming man.
A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
**
My perceptions are sharp, balanced and reasonable and guide my decision or support a position free from momentary distraction or impulse. I honor my authentic self when I choose to protect emotional vulnerabilities without compromising virtue, reputation, or principles.
I practice self control but I know that denial can't hide truth forever. 'Once bitten, twice shy.' I am empowered by the status quo and my virtue is justification. Coincidence?
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Roman Goddess Of Love
Aphrodite
Venus's Greek name is Aphrodite. She is known as the Daughter of Heaven and Sea, the child of Uranus and Gaia. Her story tells of fertility, love and pleasure.
Venus wasn't conceived out of pleasure, but she worked hard to find her own. She was born when Gaia, Goddess of Mother Earth, got so angry at her husband Uranus that she sliced off his genitals and threw them into the sea. They mixed with the foam of the ocean and formed Venus, a symbol unconcerned with maternal issues and focused on sensuality and pleasure.
Venus married and bore children but did not stay focused on her home affairs. In fact, she concentrated almost completely on her extramarital affairs. Her many lovers include Aries, the God of War, and the handsome Adonis.
The goddess loved to pamper herself and cultivate her beauty. Her symbol represents the hand-held vanity mirror that Venus used to admire her beauty. Truly, Venus has become the symbol for feminity itself.
**
Venus has arrived in silence. Guiding me down the aisle and helding my hands high and tight, she said, 3 more days to the 29th. The turning of 33. Magical 33 in 3 more days
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Candana
Namami Nanda Nandana
Sucaru vaktra mandalam sukarna ratna kundalam
Sucarcitanga candanam namami nanda nandana
Vrajangana sunayakam sada sukha pradayakam
Jaganmanah pralobhanam namami nanda nandanam
**
I offer pranama to Nanda-Nandana in whose beautiful ears hang jeweled earrings and whose entire body is anointed with fragrant candana.
I offer pranama to Nanda-Nandana who as the lover of the vraja gopis perpetually delights them and who enchants the minds of all living entities.
Namami Nanda-Nandana is about Krishna. More specifically, it's a warning. It warns young girls not to get too close to Krisna because he's a very beautiful young boy and he'll steal your heart. The blessing you get when you listen to the song is that you will find love.
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Riddle Of Your Life
Mystical Machine Gun
Alien identities
Don't hide your pretty face from me
You awoke to the riddle of your life
But no one was there for you
Open up to where you first began
As a nicotine junkie singing
For a kodacam
Are you glad to see how far you've come?
You're a wizard in a blizzard
A mystical machine gun
Watch the skies
For the mystical machine gunfire
Alien identities
Don't hide that special place from me
You walked through a fire with a ten headed lion
And turned on your destiny
Open up, forget your life
Breathe in, breathe out
Retain a sense of suicide
Are you glad to see
How far you've come?
You're a wizard in a blizzard
A mystical machine gun
Watch the skies
For the mystical machine gunfire
Well, You've got to be stronger now
Than them,
Now you've got to be strong
You'll be singing the song
Of life 'til then,
You'll just have to be strong
OM NAMAH SHIVAYA
**
The mystic has revealed itself. The charm has come to show. The time is here again for the magical 33. I'm as mystical as a machine gun that fires.
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Playing Me Deja Vu
Come Undone
Mine,
Immaculate dream,
Made breath and skin,
I've been waiting for you
Signed,
With a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you,
Was created for you
Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can't I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces
Oh, it'll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers
Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces
Lost, in a snow filled sky, we'll make it alright
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
**
Merely psychology? The illusion of having previously experienced something actually being encountered for the first time? It's here. It's near. It's coming. We shall see about that. Experience it.
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Magical Mysteria
Hysteria
Out of touch, out of reach yeah
You could try to get closer to me
I'm in luck, I'm in deep, yeah
Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this fire
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
Oh can you feel it, do you believe it?
It's such a magical mysteria
When you get that feelin', better start believin'
'Cos it's a miracle, oh say you will,
Hysteria when you're near
Out of me, into you yeah
You could hide it's just a one way street
Oh, I believe I'm in you, yeah
Open wide, that's right, dream me off my feet
Oh, believe in me
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this fire
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
Oh can you feel it, do you believe it?
It's such a magical mysteria
When you get that feelin', better start believin'
'Cos it's a miracle, oh say you will
Hysteria when you're near
Come on
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I've Got To Get It Through
Down down, you bring me down
I hear you knocking down my door and I can't sleep at night
Your face, it has no place
No room for you inside my house I need to be alone
Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you
I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do
Turn turn, I wish you'd learn
There's a time and place for everything I've got to get it through
Cut loose, cause you're no use
I couldn't stand another second in your company
Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you
I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do
Stone me, why can't you see
You're a no-one nowhere washed up baby who'd look better dead
Your tongue is far too long
I don't like the way it sucks and slurps upon my every word
Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you
I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do
I am the resurrection and I am the light
I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like
I am the resurrection and I am the light
I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like
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Just You And Me
I Love You
I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around disappears
Just you and me
On this island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let me be the calm you seek
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot
To tell youI love you
And the night's
Too long
And cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night's
Too long
And cold here
Without you
**
Song for the night. What's that sound? It's a cricket! Are you aware of how a cricket makes music? Each species of cricket has a unique sound. Listen to it. It's the whisper of love, cup your ears close to your palms.
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I'm Just Too Stupid To Care
Shower Your Love On Me
Shower your love on me
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
You don't need a reason why
'Cos I'm not even half the way there
But I'm just too stupid to care
So help me now
When I've fallen through
There are scenes in my open mind
Confusion and flashing lights
Shower your love on me
Cos' nothing here feels right
Cos' I'm not even half the way there
But I'm just too stupid to care
So help me now
When I've done all I can do
Shower Your love on me
I can't wait, I'm losing faith
Like we might just explode
Comfort me with a melody
Show me that I'm gonna know the answer
Show me that I'm gonna know
Shower Your Love on me
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
You don't need a reason why
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
Shower your love on me
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Monday, September 24, 2007
The Source Of All Pleasure
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
"This chanting of 'Hare Krishna' is directly enacted from the spiritual platform, and thus this sound vibration surpasses all lower strata of consciousness - namely sensual, mental, and intellectual. As such anyone can take part in the chanting without any previous qualification."
The Hare Krishna mantra, also referred to reverentially as the Maha Mantra ("Great Mantra"), is a sixteen-word Vaishnava mantra made well known outside of India by the International Society for Krishna Consciousness (commonly known as 'the Hare Krishnas'). It is believed by practitioners to bring about a higher state of consciousness when heard, spoken, meditated upon, or sung out loud. According to Gaudiya Vaishnava theology, this higher consciousness ultimately takes the form of pure love of God (Krishna)
The Hare Krishna mantra is composed of Sanskrit names in the vocative case: Hare, Krishna, and Rama (in Anglicized spelling, the IAST of the three vocatives is hare, krshna and rāma)
Rama and Krishna both appear as names of Vishnu in the Vishnu sahasranama and refer primarily to the 7th and 8th Maha Avataras of Vishnu. "Hare" can be interpreted as either the vocative of Hari, another name of Vishnu meaning "he who removes illusion", or as the vocative of Harā, a name of Rādhā, Krishna's eternal consort or Shakti.
According to A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, Harā refers to "the energy of God" while Krishna and Rama refer to God himself, meaning "He who is All-Attractive" and "He who is the Source of All Pleasure". Rama can also refer to Radha-Raman, another name of Krishna meaning beloved of Radha, or as a shortened form of Balarama, Krishna's first expansion.
The mantra is repeated, either out loud (kirtan), softly to oneself (japa), or internally within the mind. Srila Prabhupada describes the process of chanting the Maha Mantra as follows:
"Krishna consciousness is not an artificial imposition on the mind; this consciousness is the original energy of the living entity. When we hear the transcendental vibration, this consciousness is revived.
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Saturday, September 22, 2007
Chafe Beneath The Clouds
Black
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am,
all I'll be.
yeah.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky,
but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine
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Friday, September 21, 2007
Third Time Lucky
Something For The Weekend
First time I did it for the hell of it,
Stuck it on the back of my tongue, and swallowed it.
Second time, things are getting easier,
Blow me down, this wind is getting breezier.
Third time lucky, maybe feelin' fuzzy.
Oh my God! We're getting hippy-dippy!
5-6-7 Man I'm in heaven, and I'm growing my beard,until it gets sheared.
You're on my mind, every day and every night, and you'll never go away,
coz I know you're here to stay, for the rest of my mind.
First time I did it for the hell of it,
Stuck it right up and that was the end of it.
Second time, things are getting easier,
hairs on the back of my neck are getting stickier.
Third time unlucky perversly bloody,
Doctor, I'm ill please pass me the brandy.
5-6-7 I heard George Foreman say:Slow horses loose,Fast women frighten.
You're on my mind,every day and every night,and you'll never go away,
cause I know you're here to stay, for the rest of my mind.
I just keep repeating myself.
I just keep repeating myself.
I just keep repeating myself.
Ah Yeah, cause you're on my mind,every day and every night,
and you'll never go away, cause I know you're here to stay, for the rest of my mind,
On my mind, every day and every night, and you'll never go away,
cause I know you're here to stay, for the rest of my mind.
**
**Whistles** There's always something for the weekend ain't it? Well, it's the best time of the week again. Till my next busy weekend comes *smiles*, I shall enjoy this one first. This week's first, next week's next! Never had so many things going on at the same time and I always thought that life's rather boring! Grab your coat, it's time to jump! Choose your destination tonight darling.
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
Awakened One
Shakyamuni-Siddhārtha Gautama
Siddhārtha Gautama (Sanskrit; Pali: Siddhāttha Gotama) was a spiritual teacher from Ancient India and the founder of Buddhism. He is universally recognized by Buddhists as the Supreme Buddha (Sammāsambuddha) of our age.
Buddhism originates in the teachings of Shakyamuni, the historical founder of Buddhism who was born in what is now Nepal some 2,500 years ago. The time of his birth and death are uncertain, a majority of 20th-century historians date his lifetime from circa 563 BCE to 483 BCE, but some more recent scholars have suggested dates around 410 or 400 BCE for his death.
This alternative chronology, however, has not yet been accepted by other historians. Gautama, also known as Sakyamuni or Shakyamuni (“sage of the Shakyas”, in Pali "śakamuṇi"), is the key figure in Buddhism, and accounts of his life, discourses, and monastic rules were summarized after his death and memorized by the sangha. Passed down by oral tradition, the Tripitaka, the collection of discourses attributed to Gautama, was committed to writing about 400 years later.
Gateway of a Buddhist stupa built by King Ashoka (268-232 B.C.) of IndiaShakyamuni was born a prince but renounced his royal upbringing to embark on a spiritual quest to understand how human suffering could be ended. Eventually, while in deep medidation, he experienced a profound awakening, or enlightenment -- a deep, encompassing understanding of life and human nature.
According to tradition, Shakyamuni then traveled throughout the Indian subcontinent for nearly 40 years sharing his enlightened wisdom, promoting peace and teaching people how to unleash the great potential of their lives. He became known as the Buddha, or "Awakened One".
His teachings were recorded as sutras and spread throughout Asia, giving rise to a number of distinct schools of Buddhism, generally characterized by an emphasis on peace and compassion.
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Ideal
The Magical Numbers
I have been in the range of 76.4kg for sometime around 10 years now.
Then it became 73.2kg after a month.
It dropped to 71.6kg by the end of August.
Now it's at 69.6kg in mid-September.
My ideal should be 65kg and I hope it will come true soon.
This means 4.5kg more to go.
**
I plan to get the plan executed by the end of October. Will I achieve it or will I fail? I shall have myself to weigh and determine. In the meantime, I'm losing it nicely.
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Art Of Enlightenment
A "Thangka" is a painted or embroidered Buddhist banner which was hung in a monastery or a family altar and carried by lamas in ceremonial processions. In Tibetan the word 'than' means flat and the suffix 'ka' stands for painting. The Thangka is thus a kind of painting done on flat surface but which can be rolled up when not required for display, sometimes called a scroll-painting.
The most common shape of a Thangka is the upright rectangular form. Originally, thangka painting became popular among travelling monks because the scroll paintings were easily rolled and transported from monastery to monastery. These thangka served as important teaching tools depicting the life of the Buddha, various influential lamas and other deities and Bodhisattva.
One popular subject is The Wheel of Life, which is a visual representation of the Abhidharma teachings (Art of Enlightenment). While regarded by some as colourful wall hangings, to Buddhists, these Tibetan religious paintings offer a beauty, believed to be a manifestation of the divine, and are thus visually stimulating.
Thangka, when created properly, perform several different functions. Images of deities can be used as teaching tools when depicting the life (or lives) of the Buddha, describing historical events concerning important Lamas, or retelling myths associated with other deities. Devotional images act as the centrepiece during a ritual or ceremony and are often used as mediums through which one can offer prayers or make requests.
Overall, and perhaps most importantly, religious art is used as a meditation tool to help bring one further down the path to enlightenment. The Buddhist Vajrayana practitioner uses the image as a guide, by visualising “themselves as being that deity, thereby internalising the Buddha qualities.”
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Too Weak To Face The Truth
How Can I Fall
Give me time to care
The moments here for us to share
Still my heart is not always there
What more can I say to you
Could I lie to you?
I'm just too weak to face the truth
Now I know I should make a move
What more can I say
How can I fall, how can I fall
When you just won't give me reasons
When you just won't give me reasons at all
When all faith is gone
I fight myself to carry on
Yet I know of the harm I do
What more can I say to you
Now I hold this line
I know the choice to leave is mine
I can't help what I feel inside
What more can I say
How can I fall, how can I fall
When you just won't give me reasons
When you just won't give me reasons at all
I'll follow through, I'll see I do
When the time is more right for you
I'll make that move, and when I do
Will I doubt again, the way I do
How can I fall, how can I fall
When you just won't give me reasons
When you just won't give me reasons at all
**
Speaking is the 'bubble of denial.' I need to exercise my prerogative, to humor the ridiculous, go out on a limb or remain the pious by holding out and risk persecution. So be it.
I can't validate the guilty pleasure, hang-up or self-indulgence, but I can rationalise being a willing slave to its pressure or condescend to acquiesce to avoid real suffering, even garner sympathy for my righteous sacrifice or implied martyrdom.
Thus, I can step it up or hang out, submit to the charade, or sacrifice to what end?
But it's the inevitably lame justification that prompts posturing, or playing victim, dumb or innocent.
Today I can take it, fake it, quit kidding myself, or put an end to tempting resistance and just grin and bear it.
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Life Will Be Lonely
Hands To Heaven
As I watch you move, across the moonlit room
There's so much tenderness in your loving
Tomorrow I must leave, the dawn knows no reprieve
God give me strength when I am leaving.
So raise your hands to heaven and pray
That we'll be back together someday
Tonight, I need your sweet caress
Hold me in the darkness
Tonight, you calm my restlessness
You relieve my sadness
As we move to embrace, tears run down your face
I whisper words of love, so softly
I can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane
Without your touch, life will be lonely
So raise your hands to heaven and pray
That we'll be back together someday
Tonight, I need your sweet caress
Hold me in the darkness
Tonight, you calm my restlessness
You relieve my sadness
Morning has come, another day
I must pack my bags and say goodbye
**
The situation appears to be a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, concealed in an enigma.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
A Tall Just For Me
Sip It Down
The aroma floats
Walk over to the counter
Oh, I'm certain now
It's the same cup
A tall just for me
It's my favourite cup
A plastic one to feel
Is it a green or a brown?
I shall call my own
Let me decide now
I will have the green
The taste I can't resist
No, it'll be the same again
Like now like always
Sip it down my dear
Have you come for it?
Have you felt the need?
Should you have a cup?
Should you like to taste?
Would you call it yours?
Would you like another sip?
Do you like it now?
Do you feel the same?
Can you feel it now?
Can you tell me how?
It's true darling.
The nightmares are over.
I'm here beside you.
I'm yours to keep.
Let's sip together.
Let's sleep together.
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For What Nobody Knew
Anybody Listening
You and I
long to live like the wind upon the water.
If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realise
there's more to life than what we have known.
And I can't believe I've spent so long
living lies I know were wrong inside,
I've just begun to see the light.
Long ago there was a dream,
had to make a choice or two.
Leaving all I loved behind,
for what nobody knew.
Stepped out on the stage, a life
under lights and judging eyes.
Now the applause has died and I
can dream again.
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines,
criticize the words they're selling.
Think for yourself and feel the walls
become sand beneath your feet
Feel the breeze?
Time's so near you can almost taste the freedom.
There's a warm wind from the south.
Hoist the sail and we'll be gone,
by morning this will all seem like a dream.
And if you don't return to sing the song,
maybe just as well.
I've seen the news and there's
not much I can do alone
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone who smiles without a mask?
What's behind the words
images they know will please us?
I'll take what's real.
Bring up the lights.
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines,
criticize the words they're selling.
Think for yourself and feel the walls.
become sand beneath your feet.
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Your Dream Is Over
Silent Lucidity
Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over
or has it just begun?
There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realise it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension
I will be watching over you
I am gonna help you see it through
I will protect you in the night
I am smiling next to you,
in silent lucidity
If you open your mind for me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realise
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but
I will be watching over you
I am gonna help to see it through
I will protect you in the night
I am smiling next to you.
in silent lucidity.
**
I'm here. I'm not running. I'm not hiding. You're safe with me. Close your eyes and dream another dream.
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Love Is Your Breath
Love Is A Shield
Love is a shield,
to hide behind,
love is a field,
to grow inside,
and when I sometimes close my eyes,
my mind starts spinning round.
Love is a baby,
in a mother's arms,
love is your breath,
which makes me warm,
and when I sometimes close my eyes,
my mind starts spinning round.
There is a feeling,
that flows through me,
when you are near,
you make it real,
and we could live for this ideal.
And all the pictures we run through,
seem to be perfect,
seem to be true.
But nothing is quite forever,
especially staying together.
I don't care nowwhat comes along,
what counts is us,
no matter what will be,
just this naivety.
The changing words we're taking in,
seem to be perfect,
seem to win.
But nothing is quite forever,
especially staying together.
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Read The Readings
The Great Commandment
Some people suppress you
they partch you
and reap a disaster
Reeducation for the infants
who demanded for an innocent instance
The great commandment
shows the contempt
between the world and their embarrassing pavement
Believe the scholars
read the readings
realize the man who says anything
The great commandment
The needies believe you
they treat you
like survivors of a disaster
Reeducation for the infants
who demanded for an innocent instance
The great commandment
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Monday, September 17, 2007
Closet
Hop With Me
It's been some time
I could not put it on
I hold on tight to it
I just stare at it
Chuck it in the closet
Crumple it in the cupboard
It's been so long now
I could now put it on
I could rub it on my skin
I am feeling thin
**
Everytime I pulled the door of the cupboard, my glistening eyes never failed to stare at the mickey mouse tee which hung on its rails. It was purchased a very long time ago. Surprisingly, never with the intention of wearing it. The simple reason is obvious. The size of the tee 'will' never be able to fit me in. I just couldn't crawl into it. How much more frustrating could it get?
Anyway, I bought it simply because it looks really good, with blue and red being the main dominating colours. I could never imagine myself wearing it ever. My wife thought so too!
At long last, I chanced upon it again yesterday. I was thinking that maybe I should try to put it on. Well, I pulled it over and it slipped in so nicely. Oh! My! My! It fits so perfectly! It makes me feel so cool and nice. Impressive, the colours so bright! It lit up my eyes almost immediately as a moment of shock grasped me. This is truly unbelievable! With the two months of hunger that I went though, what evolved is a new, fresh, healthy, fit and charismatic sapien! Boo!
The magic of the wizardry Mickey Mouse has become a reality! Let's see what's next. Mickey, it's time to wave your magic wand again!
Posted by desquire at 10:34 AM 0 comments
Got Nothing Left To Use
Walkaway
If you've heard all they got to say
You looked but turned away
Walkaway, walkaway
If you've said all you got to say
And now the words just slip away
Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway
That's what they say, what they say, what they say
You gotta walkaway
If you've played all the games they play
You played them yesterday
Walkaway, walkaway
If you've been, where they want to go
Seen all they got to show
Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway
That's what they say, what they say, what they say
You gotta walkaway
And now you must believe me
You never lose your dreams
And now you must believe me
We never lose our dreams
If you've proved all there is to prove
Got nothing left to use
Walkaway, walkaway
If you've done, all there is to do
There ain't nothing left for you
Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway
That's what they say, what they say, what they say
Walkaway, walkaway,walkaway
That's what they say, what they say, what they say
You gotta walkaway
Today
Posted by desquire at 9:27 AM 0 comments
Honey Dripping Beehive
Just Like Honey
Listen to the girl
As she takes on half the world
Moving up and so alive
In her honey dripping beehive
Beehive
It's good, so good, it's so good
So good
Walking back to you
Is the hardest thing that
I can do
That I can do for you
For you
I'll be your plastic toy
I'll be your plastic toy
For you
Eating up the scum
Is the hardest thing for
Me to do
Just like honey
**
Then, it was Caramel. Now, it's honey. So where's my cherry chocolate candy? Is it hiding somewhere out there? We shall do it one more time. Maybe this weekend? Come on hurry up will you! It's getting late!
Posted by desquire at 8:38 AM 4 comments
Sweet Appetite
Caramel
It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.
It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.
So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy.
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go.
It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.
**
Good things come in a glass bottle! Remember? The caramel is so sweet just like you!
Posted by desquire at 8:12 AM 0 comments
Every Whispered Word
Viva Forever
Do you still remember how we used to be,
Feeling together, believe in whatever my love has said to me,
Both of us were dreamers, young love in the sun,
Felt like my saviour, my spirit I gave you, we'd only just begun.
Hasta manana, always be mine.
Viva forever, Ill be waiting,
Everlasting like the sun,
Live forever, for the moment,
Ever searching for the one.
Yes I still remember every whispered word,
The touch of your skin giving life from within like a love song that I'd heard
Slipping through our fingers, like the sands of time,
Promises made, every memory saved as reflections in my mind.
Hasta manana, always be mine.
Viva forever, Ill be waiting,
Everlasting like the sun,
Live forever, for the moment,
Ever searching for the one.
But we're all alone now, was it just a dream,
Feelings untold, they will never be sold, and the secrets safe with me
Hasta manana, always be mine.
Viva forever, Ill be waiting,
Everlasting like the sun,
Live forever, for the moment,
Ever searching for the one.
**
Especially for you. It's the Spice Girls! Yes, it is. Not Britney Spears at least. Haha.
Posted by desquire at 7:58 AM 10 comments
Thursday, September 13, 2007
No Use Denying
Good Enough
I've made mistakes
That I'm sure I'll make again
Guess I liked them enough
The first time around
No way to fight them
No use denying
The way it grows
Uh-huh
Whatever happens
Never thought for a second
That I'd let go
Uh-huh
Everybody says
You must have lost your head
Well, one more time is good enough for me
Yeah, one more time is good enough for me
It's a hard road to your heart
And there was a time when I never thought I'd get that far
Uh-huh
Everybody says
You must have lost your head
Well, one more time is good enough for me
Yeah, one more time is good enough for me
Posted by desquire at 11:46 AM 0 comments
All The Dead People In The World
Song To The Cynic
No, you won't leave your mark on me
I'm protected by an honesty
And all the dead people in the world
to scare, to give
You won't leave your mark on me
I feel stupid cause I'm lost at sea
And all the dead people in the world
to scare, to live
And if what you said was true
and it all returns to you
Don't need your false impressions
of the world in you
And if what you said was true
when it all belongs to you
I'll need your sacred blessing
just to talk to you
And you won't leave your mark on me
I'm protected by an honesty
And all the dead people in the world
too late, to live
And you won't leave your mark on me
You won't leave your mark on me
Ohhh...
Posted by desquire at 11:32 AM 0 comments
It's A Shame
Epic
Can you feel it ,see it, hear it today?
If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass
It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright
It's so groovy, it's outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet
You want it all but you can't have it
It's cryin', bleedin', lying on the floor
So you lay down on it and you do it some more
You've got to share it, so you dare it
Then you bare it and you tear it
You want it all but you can't have it
It's in your face but you can't grab it
It's alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
It's magic, it's tragic, it's a loss, it's a win
It's dark, it's moist, it's a bitter pain
It's sad it happened and it's a shame
You want it all but you can't have it
It's in your face but you can't grab it
What is it?
It's it
What is it?
Posted by desquire at 10:55 AM 0 comments
I Would Keep Myself
Hurt
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Posted by desquire at 4:01 AM 0 comments
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
I'm Cynical
Tsunami
For you my dear sister
Holding onto me forever
Disco dancing with the rapists
Your only crime is silence
Can't work at this anymore
Can't move I want to stay at home
Tied up to all these crutches
Never far from your hands
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Cant speak, cant think, wont talk, wont walk
Doctors tell me that Im cynical
I tell them that it must be chemical
So what am I doing girl
Cry into my drink I disappear
Eyes for teeth waving over me
Bring down the shadows of my mind
Sleep and breathe under our sheets
Inhale the anxiety in-between, in-between, in-between, in-between
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Through september under the weather
In-between, in-between, in-between, in-between
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami came washing over me
Take the gis I will have the spies
**
Look at the lyrics guys. It's the Manics this time. It has always been September, the month associated with many happenings and tragedies. Bomb and terrosist attacks and many more unforgettable disasters, especially the mark left on September 11th, the one that always creeps into our minds.
For the Muslims, tonight is the last night before the beginning of considered the most venerated, blessed and spiritually-beneficial month of Ramadan in the Islamic year. Prayers, fasting, charity, and self-accountability are especially stressed at this time; religious observances associated with Ramadan are kept throughout the month. What a time for an earthquake and Tsunami alert to take place.
In the Name of Allah, The Compassionate, The Beneficient, The One who has plenty of mercy for the believers and the blasphemers in this world and especially for the believers in the hereafter.
Posted by desquire at 9:50 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Meals From The Fields
Food For Everyday
Grab the two slices
Just two not more
Wholemeal it is
Its your whole meal
Harvest the leaves
Greens of the field
Tiny roots of alfalfa
Tasteless yet rich
Black bursting bubbles
Could be orange if you like
Delicious caviar in a can
Munch it if you like
Spread it all over
Golden yellow is its colour
Melts like a flower
Adds taste to the bite
**
Here lies the secret. This is what I have been surviving on for the past two month to shed the unnecessary excess skin that i have acumulated all these while. Try it! It does work! No more no less, it's enough for the day to keep you going. Hunger won't strike. Stop thinking of food!
Posted by desquire at 1:13 PM 0 comments
Sweet To Surrender
Blue savannah
Blue Savannah
Blue savannah song
Oh, blue savannah song
Somewhere 'cross the desert
Some time in the early hours
In a restless world
On the open highway
My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Blue savannah song
Oh, blue savannah song
Racing 'cross the desert
At a hundred miles an hour
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder
My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Well I'm on my way back and your love will bring me home
I'm travelling fast and your love will bring me home
Will I discover that your love will bring me home?
Will I discover that your love will bring me home?
Somewhere 'cross the desert
Some time in the early hours
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder
My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Ooh, savannah song
To you only
I send my love to you
Ooh, savannah song
To you only
To you only
Posted by desquire at 12:58 PM 0 comments
Let Me Take A Ride
Polly
Polly wants a cracker
I think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few
It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
Polly said
Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct
It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
Posted by desquire at 9:20 AM 0 comments
Just Watch The Rain
Catch The Breeze
Feels like all the days are gone
Just catch the breeze
You know you've had your fun
Rain washes waves down
And I, I want the world to cry
And I, I watch the winds you fly
You can't believe in everything
You can't believe it all
Hey are you feeling something new
Just watch the rain
It helps in all you do
The breeze it blow
It blows everything
And I, I want the world to cry
And I, I want the sun to shine
You can't believe in everything
You can't believe it all
**
The breeze did blow very hard. The night was so much fun! Till we meet again! Yipee.
Posted by desquire at 8:55 AM 0 comments
Friday, September 7, 2007
See Your Shoes And Your Spirits Rise
Friday I'm In Love
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate
I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday Wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday watch the walls instead
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday I'm in love
**
The clock strikes. It's a new day. I'm so in love with Fridays, its the best day of the week! Coincidentally, it's Friday morning. Another morning. Another beautiful morning. It's time to brush your teeth, tie your shoelaces and put your make up on darling.
Posted by desquire at 12:03 AM 0 comments
Thursday, September 6, 2007
There In The Still
Waiting For The Night
Im waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everythings dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
Im waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel
Is tranquility
There is a star in the sky
Guiding my way with its light
And in the glow of the moon
Know my deliverance will come soon
Im waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everythings dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
Im waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feelIs tranquility
There is a sound in the calm
Someone is coming to harm
I press my hands to my ears
Its easier here just to forget fear
And when I squinted
The world seemed rose-tinted
And angels appeared to descend
To my surprise
With half-closed eyes
Things looked even better
Than when they were open
Been waiting for the night to fall
I knew that it would save us all
Now everythings dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
Been waiting for the night to fall
Now everything is bearable
And here in the still
All that you feel
Is tranquility.
**
The night is near. It's not far. It's less than a month away. Its a romantic night of celebration where everything is so tranquil. Shhhhh.
Posted by desquire at 11:46 PM 0 comments
The Girl Next Door
Posted by desquire at 8:16 AM 0 comments
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
It Is All Of These Things And More
A Question Of Lust
Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
I'd never willingly
Do you harm
Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know
It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together
Independence
Is still important for us though (we realise)
It's easy to make
The stupid mistake of letting go (do you know what I mean)
My weaknesses
You know each and every one (it frightens me)
But I need to drink more than you seem to think before
I'm anyone's and you know
It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together
Kiss me goodbye
When I'm on my own
But you know that
I'd rather be home
It's a question of lust
**
Self explanatory. Words and image Not Suitable For Those Age 18 And Below. Please view with discretion.
Posted by desquire at 8:49 PM 2 comments
What Is It That You Wanna Find?
Wagon
There's a way I feel right now
Wish you'd help me, don't know how
We're all nuts so who helps who
Some help when no one's got a clue
Baby, why don't we?
Baby, why don't we?
There's a place I'd like to go
When you get there then I'll know
There's a place I know you've been
Here's a wagon, get on it Baby, why don't we?
Baby, why don't we?
Baby, why don't we?
Baby, why don't we?
Why don't we?
You won't see me
You won't see me
There you are and here I stand
Tryin' to make you feel my hand
You won't see me
You won't see me
I ring the doorbell in your mind
But it's locked from the outside
You won't see me
You won't see me
You don't live there anyway
But I knock on it all day
You won't see me
You won't see me
There's a place I go
But you're not there
And I'm supposed to know
How to get to where
You're gonna be
But you don't even know
So I'm flakin' While you're shakin' it
With every stone you fly
Without a mind, without a spine
What is it that you wanna find
There's a place I go
But you're not there
And I'm supposed to know
How to get to where
You're gonna be
But you don't even know
So I'm flakin' While you're sailin' off
Without a course in mind
Without a mind, without a dock
What is it that you wanna find
There's a place I'd like to go
When you get there then I'll know
There's a place I know you've been
Here's a wagon, get on it Baby, why don't we?
Baby, why don't we?
Why don't we?
You won't see me
You won't see me
There you are and here I stand
Tryin' to make you feel my hand
You won't see me
You won't see me
I ring the doorbell in your mind
But it's locked from the outside
You won't see me
You won't see me
You don't live there anyway
But I knock on it all day
You won't see me
You won't see me
**
My favourite track from the Green Mind. Stuka, it's right here! It's my favourite girl and the cool album cover. Where's my tee? Is it hiding in my drawer?
Posted by desquire at 9:06 AM 2 comments
In The Back Of My Mind
Stuka
I got Jesus in my head like a stinger
He moves from tree to tree
In the back of my mind
A ragged shadowy figure
I got Him
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got a demon in my head likes stinger
He moves from tree to tree
In the back of my mind
I got a bad seed I gotta feed
I got Him
If you play with fire
You' re gonna get burned
Some of my friends
Are gonna die young
**
Especially going out to one of my closest 'music guru' friend from my polytechnic days, Stuka. His knowledge of music will simply put many of us to shame. We used to burn the midnight oil and frequent anything related to music, be it a shop, concert or simply just talking about it over at the atrium's bench in school. He has nevertheless introduced me to many different kinds of music and bands which I am still listening to up to this very day.
Funny isn't it? We listen to so much stuffs and you're glued to Primal Scream's song Stuka as a nickname while I'm a fanatic over their Screamadelica cover art . It must be Bobby Gillespie working on his magic wand.
The picture is what I best remember you for bro. I wonder if you still have the t-shirt around. You were wearing it so often back then. Must be your most favourite in your closet. I still have my favourite Dinosaur Jr (Green Mind-Smoking Girl). It's one of the nicest tee I ever owned.
Since I started this blog, it seems that there are many coincidences or merely things that happen when we least expect it (between us at least). We shall talk about it sometime when me meet ya bro. Menwhile, enjoy the words and thank God, we don't have to handle any of the Stukas out there. May we live healthily till we age with our beloved family. Cheerio.
Posted by desquire at 8:26 AM 2 comments
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
It Takes Up All My Time
Let It Flow
Here it comes and then it goes
And that feeling takes me home
And I don't know where I'm goin'
Let it flow
All I wanted was a taste
Just enough to waste the day
Just enough to make me sick
Let it flow
And it takes up all my time
And it lays me back a while
Makes me feel like I'm a child
Let it flow
Let it flow
Here it comes an then it goes
And it hits me, takes me home I don't know where I'm goin'
And I don't know where I've been
But I'd do it all again
All I wanted was a taste
Enough to waste a day
Just enough to make me sick
I can't get too much of it
Posted by desquire at 8:54 AM 0 comments