Trouble

the post below... have tried to make sense out of it. but haven't been able to. sorry!
the mess on the bed (or table for me) is the mess in my head...

Lover

I feel like writing a song. maybe a guitar will help. but i can't play the guitar well. Let's start with the song then... i never write with a She or her... let's try being a normal girl,with normal things to talk about then... it's difficult.. very .. and dont expect anything to rhyme no more.

Clouds got across the thoughts,
Like the clouds that drape that naked lover,
Lover hovering around till sunlight breaks,
No, no, no,
These clouds show no real ways,
They hide no real reasons,
Just thoughts, like flowers in moonlight,
Waiting for some reason to happen,
But Clouds take the mind elsewhere,
To places unreached,
To faces unseen,
For the mind wants no more
No more of what the clouds want to give.
Go mind! Scream Mind!
It wants to touch the clouds,
It wants to reach the lover,
Touch all the colours of sunlight,
Bring that lover to daylight,
No more partings,
Stood still while the black went blue,
Waited for the blue to fade to black,
Til the lover was seen
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This one goes incomplete too..

Who...

Oh! So there are people reading my posts?! thank you! thank you. please leave a comment...
am not adding that widget to see when people are coming and where they're from...
call it Paresse or stupidity...
but then.
Laziness is a form of stupidity, isn't it.
or would courage be a form of stupidity, as put forward by the little 2 brats in Ice Age 2. ?

I think, Not trying anything would be a form of stupidity. closing your little heart from the world would be stupidity.
Courage would then be required to mend the bruises. and time doesn't work like the impulse function either. happened in one moment, and disappeared in the second.
Courage to see the world meet and love. mix and appreciate each other.
Courage to see the world part from what it really wants.
What A world this is. You curse, curse and traumatize the different ones.
But it also happens that whatever the difference, it's humanity that binds us.
Impossible to see others suffer.
Forget cursing, you start praying...
And those who don't pray, they're even more courageous.
It's difficult not to have faith in anything... the Void is one dangerous and lonesome place...

Oh! it takes courage to live and see.

Sanctimonious Bastard

shall continue the last poem some other day... if ever it has an end of any kind.

The south is really bubbly this summer. You can't hate it, and you can't totally love it.
You'd pray that you drift into sleep without any twisting and turning...
but that won't happen.
It's a total fact. i love summer. for better and for worse. and for the inconveniences.
you know better.

I'll define my title of today. i watched Angels and Demons. i loved Ewan McGregor. the way words
flow from his mouth... like a ship on silent seas. a pleasure to watch him do his thing.
am a fan! well sanctimonious bastard was what he was in the movie i guess. i haven't looked up for the meaning yet! :P


back to the South.
Well Moon so close to Jupiter. hmmm...
but what shot me dead was Mars.
A glowing thing in the sky is a star.
A glowing thing that is RED, seemingly close, don't look further, It's mars.
but the bastard that i am. the fool that i am, seeing a RED STAR, rising from the East
with the constellation of Leo and Cancer, i thought it was Saturn.

But that Orion. He's no less. He looks wonderful. Wherever. Whether you say Rigel is the shoulder and Betelgeuse is the knee. or other way round.
We're Southerners here. Let us choose the way we adore and cherish our Orion.

Scorpio is out right in the morning. haven't seen him yet. but am sure. I know.
It's a cycle. What belongs to winter, will only show up in summer mornings.
haven't had the courage to wake up that early yet.
THE RAINS! they're good til its evening. and that's it. don't ask for more. nights should be starry. clear. without clouds. full stop.

Like my new shoes

Hmm.. Happy New Year! :)

When the savage (person) meets the people, there are things that come out... in my case, some un-rhymed lines... and fear.
Well it's new year, party time, meet people you've not met since a year. people you love obviously.
I spent my time looking at them and if i could see my eyes, i would have seen love.
It's family time. It's high interaction time. It's high show time. But let's forget it...
Why can't i write happy things anymore? pinch me. it's not 360 yahoo... that's it.

i need to get rid of all this amertume in my head... twist me on myself and take that tasteless juice out of me... Resolution 2010, let that be then!

You should have seen this new little flower, it's so dark red, grenat, that it's almost black...
my garden is pretty these days, very pretty. little flowers popping up everywhere.
and my two strawberry plants loved the rain too. its growing, making new territories.

Closed my eyes,
The most beautiful was so high in outer space,
Don't want to see this place,
Hands on my eyes,
Couldn't block the sounds that came to my ears,
' that I could hear their words and other fears,
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to be continued..(hopefully)