Life is a Savage Garden

welcome

Greetings to all the beautiful people around! Here are tales of a garden that just happens to be! Presenting the Chronicles of the South, where the stars and the moon dance their way through the Southern Hemisphere. And lines that may come to rhyme to be a poem...


To forget is one beautiful capability. Memory is one thing that stays, hence the name. shit! it's too obvious things am saying.
What's in my mind right now, i cannot speak. makes me think. have i ever spoken my mind.
Well at times it's a fear of denial, then fear of hurting another one, then it's fear of being laughed upon.
then for the shear pleasure of not letting anyone knowing what's going in my head, to be able to laugh upon the world. secretly. without guilt.
yes I love laughing. the next word that follows the word LAUGH is very important. see:

1. Laugh with the world: makes me a wonderful person. and you might assume that i will cry with the world.

2. Laugh at the world and its people : makes me a sinister. the last word that i heard that sadist.

To tell the truth, i laugh a lot at myself. takes courage, yes. but it is needed for a sane mind.
laugh at what you can't understand.
and this is one hell of a post. don't follow anything written here.

Thunder song


Thunder always inspired me... but this small piece is a mixture of the song Small and me seeing the world.

The state reached,
Pricked the heart,
And Stumbled upon the mind,
Where does the love zone rest,
Nobody knows,
But reaching out for equilibrium point,
Sudden change of heart,
Love for humanity,
Being the atom,
The smallest moving part,
But reaching out for equilibrium point,
Love can't be denied,
Love doesn't go unseen,
It needs to be reached,
It needs to be fed,
With fresh needs,
with fresh blood,
But around again,
It slows the beat,
Appears then disappears,
But they call it same,
Point of equilibrium reached,
You can't deny love no more.

It's so so hot here! Am no living thermometer, but must be around 30 degree Celsius.
am going to engineering school. sound so simple in simple terms.
but those are not my favourite days.
sure great things happened. made great friends... but had to forfeit so much. how much, i don't know.
i said before, be careful of what you wish. they might come true.
my best days have been at home. with all my friends playing hide and seek.
i played until i was 20. we're all much grown now. but it's still under the skin.
jumping across walls, in yards.. everywhere.anytime.

The days will stay and be remembered.

and i hope to get good things to remember bout university life here.

Going to learn Kung fu!
i lost volleyball...my love...
i got tennis..

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.