Thursday, December 26, 2002
thank u
searching the answers i have asked myself
the words go round in circles
everything seems fleeting, wat's to last forever?
i give thanks for wat i have,
i mutter a thank u for wat u have shown me
maybe never be able to have it,
i have felt it.
and still, i give thanks
to the beautiful world i see,
to the pple it contains
my family,
my friends,
my passions,
my memories.
they dun last by the next second,
but only perish by death.
still, i give thanks
given to me the joy of tears
i smile so brightly that i open my hands
grasping watever u have given,
i give u my love
the love of u,
the love of me.
thank u for holding on
thank u for walking past
thank u for being so pretty,
that makes me think less of ugly
thank u
i am wat i am,
but ur hands moulded wat i am.
i see myself in u, the mirror i hear.
so much i will never know,
too little seems overwhelming
i say my prayers in my faith,
the paths i have taken,
maybe i am u,
that's y u see me in u.
thank u for living,
so alive in me.
thank u for living
letting me live in u.
--(complete)
4:39 AM |
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Wednesday, December 25, 2002
Mercy!
if the giving of information
is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness,
I shall spend all the rest of my days
in answering you.
What do you want to know?
- Grandalf :"The Lord of the Rings"
3:13 AM |
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Monday, December 16, 2002
jazz
nothing seems so right,
nothing seems so wrong.
tapping along, swinging from left to right.
closing one's eyes, the vibes shake.
unexpecting the moves, the tunes sing
playing along, the story goes.
every beat, every groove
have heard it.
once, then forgotten.
3:58 PM |
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we, in our education system
have burdened the memory
with a load of unconnected facts,
and labouriously striven to impact our labouriously-acquired knowledge.
we teach pple how to remember,
we never teach them how to grow.
education is an admirable thing.
but it is well to remember from time to time
that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught
- oscar wilde
3:54 PM |
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if i were to hold 1 hand over my face now,
would u know me?
or would u see the other side of me?
and if u were to notice
there is a plan i have been devising
to go, to go now, far away from here
and i gonna be so brave
and i gonna go so far away
- Boa's "elephant" 1st verse
3:46 PM |
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Joker slinks restlessly amongst the elves like a spy in the fairy tale.
He reachers his conclusions, but has no one to report to.
Only the Joker is what he sees. Only Joker sees what he is.
-jostein gaarden's "maya"
3:40 PM |
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life
if life was easy, i wouldnt have to try?
if life was sweet, why do u still see me cry?
if frens were 4ever, wat's the need of new ones?
if love was blind, its has to be love at 1st sight.
if life was such, i knew i havent belonged.
3:37 PM |
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me or/and u?
i come alone,
i go alone.
wat is loneliness?
if i never knew me?
3:36 PM |
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standing
the soul i am in,
tormented the mind,
spoilt by the heart.
u hear my breathing,
but where am i standing?
beneath the feet, i stood
reaching out,
the beaten path
the next step knows nowhere
3:33 PM |
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world
i take a breath, i pause to think.
calm it may seem, the eye sees it all.
middle i am stuck, wat leads it on?
i comtemplate, how i hate thoughts.
if i were to see it all, wat's left for me to live on?
3:31 PM |
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universe
complicated it may seem, simplicity lacks space to grow.
searching for void to exapnd, claming all energy to a spot.
reaching out to infinity, rooted to a singlurity
where have they gone to, for they have just walked past?
turning to look back, or just looking straight into the future?
3:26 PM |
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a song
somehow, somewhere out there, lies you and me
which is easier, building a fence or whacking a fence down?
which is simpler, constructing a highway, or just walk a road out from your feet?
which is better, to be rich in $ or rich in soul?
which is for a change, me or me?
parallel or crossed, beaten or won, around or seeken out, which stand are you taking?
or are you expecting something from someone?
or are you satifying your own desires?
to cry, to smile. it is a choice.
be glad you have a smile, be grateful you could cry
3:52 AM |
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alive
butterflies fluttering, turning north
back at home, the origins stayed
clinging on,
making thru,
standing up,
making it right.
seeing truths in those blind eyes.
nature gives, it takes away
another world seen,
a soul ripened
a new mind created
the shell redeemed
3:50 AM |
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hey
fear shrouded my soul
i cant contain wat i am
i cant see the truth in me
i cant see wat reality means
i hold nothing in my own hands
the destiny brought by fate,
or is it just my imagination linking all events
wat is real no more, that makes me bare
i am stripped forever.
angels sing, devils snare
humans living, live puppets
emotions lurk the darkest places
light torching the dark
shadows running away
run and hide, a game all plays
a place called shelter, isnt there
3:47 AM |
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colours
eyes unfold, enchanting colours
black and white
back to back
extremes they are, exists the middlemen
teasing the crayons, the painter draws
the picture, a mirror to the heart
can the colours see, what they have drawn?
singing the notes that i cun reach
playing the games that i cun handle
is the life colourful no more?
3:38 AM |
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