amour amour

Monday, April 04, 2005

- 3:16 pm

there. the album has more pictures stuffed innit. its linked off the starrlinks site under album.

i, in the meantime, am waxing lyrical. its all satire. reclusions, inclusions and conclusions.
delusions

and then im back.
and in the middle of the night; he found himself

its dark outside, the empty white striped roads strangely silent, bathed by the warm yellow glow of overhead lamps. the trees on the roadside dance to the tuneless song of the wind, a mirthless silent whisper at times, and on other occasions, with the sweetest and lightest of touches, carressing sweaty, tired bodies. they are darkened, shedding the greens of day to assume a harsher dark tone. gnarled branches and roots spread out in all directions, as if trying to clutch at the sky, the previously empty sky, now ablaze with the glory of the uncountable stars. stars reminding us all how insignificant we are, stars reminding me of you. and up ahead, a small light winks on and off, at the pedestrian crossing where i spoke to another today, and remembered. past the green fields, past old mens tales, past blue skies, back to a time of freedom, a time of innocence, unshackled by the rules of modern society. a time long gone. occasionally a car passes by, breaking the silence, silence which is in itself not silence, but a background, a paper mache of sound created by the high pitched chirping of crickets...crickets enamoured by the scent of the night as we are, by the passion and quality of the night..by the solitude and the closeness.

the night loves us,
just as we are blind to its richness,
and we are forever alone,
yet always together
ignorant.

my dependence on the stage, and its link to my life will someday kill me.
then again, i always intended to die young.

its dark and cloudy - and you hide yourself from view. you in your all encompassing beauty and glory hidden in the clouds, taking refuge in the night. the calm smooth softness of night, waves of sound emanating from the cab nearby like ripples cutting through melting butter, the air cool, and heavy with moisture.

the lamp post outside glows a pale yellow, as the dark silhoette of a bat slides past, the feral shadow momentarily startling me, and then everything sinks back to normality. drab, dull,monotonous normality.

the buena vista social club cuts through the night now, cuban jazz, better than my los del rio.

when i reminisce, ignorance was bliss, in the days that the magic exist

and when understanding leaves, draw confidence from your own words.

akesh* says:
i dont know, nor do i care, because knowing what kind of person i am isnt rlly gonna change how i live or anything. i like doing things wild, im usually reckless and carefree, but somethings - mostly involving other peoples comfort zones, etc, i take care. friends are very impt- so i pick them carefully and develop only certain friendships. i throw every part of me into a relationship, im not the aloof sort. i dont go looking for relationships except with very exceptional people, who i havent met till recently, and i realised it wasnt gonna ever work out the way i woulda wanted it to, i dont like being part of a crowd, id rather stand on with a few close people, rather than an army of fair weather friends, i crave the stage,for the freedom,but am not particularly enamoured by the attention it brings, and care nothing much for popularity, and believe in being true to myself 24-7. i can manipulate emotion quite easily when i want to, and i play with emotions a lot, because theyre my life, and mine are mine. my mind is my life, my act is my life, i do things however i want, and will not be changed by the opinion of another unless that person was rlly impt. i love my dog with all my heart, and trust people too much i think. i never forgave anyone who ever betrayed me, etc, and dislike violence unless im rlly rlly provoked, i support the weaker person in any fight because i love the challenge, i like adrenaline rushes and surges from reckless behaviour and deeds, and im glad for being me although people might hate me or love me or anything-im me

akesh* says:
and i dont care.

take that parthenon,
your gonna have to smoke it like a phenomenon if you wanna get any closer-
your not me.

break

i'm going to go into the fir trees
there where I last saw her
but the evening is throwing a cloth upon the land
and upon the ways behind the edge of the forest
and the forest it is so black and empty
and the birds sing no more
on the branches in the ditches
it's now silent and without life
and breathing becomes so hard
and the stars look very different
without you I cannot be
without you
with you I am alone too
without you
without you I count the hours without you
with you the seconds stand still
they aren't worth it without you

nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing remains for you

i write, renewed.

look at it gray.

fin