>===nothing gold can stay===<

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

- 7:04 pm

words are very, unnecessary; and i think you'd understand why.
ive also very cleverly gone and torn several knee ligaments.

faith be returned in similar kind
but i killed them all,
my ties that bind

Monday, June 27, 2005

- 9:31 pm

the crisis i cannot determine, or differentiate from the winds blowing through my head whispering, insinuating, shouting and tearing. do we return to older days, times when things with riddled with nothing and everything served to prove nothing. what was that never was, what is that will never be through sleight of mind and nothing by the hand to stay with us physically, a burden to be borne by nothing is no burden, and yet still weighs heavily, if only upon the mind.

i dont understand- and then i realise i do. we all know everything about why what happens and about ourselves. its just that some of us refuse to understand the what why when and how of the situation, instead choosing to be faced with the who of everything thats happening, and the result isnt always what you want to see because honestly? nobody really does know what they want to see even though they claim they might. we are all victims of consequence, still, consequence can be prodded along general directions in several small ways- think hard enough and you'll find it yourself.

follow direction amidst the clouds of general despair and then realise later when their soft undertones hit you- that they differ sharply in flavour, aroma and bouquet- like a fine wine, misery ages well, and then the difference can be drawn between woe, grief, misery, sadness, dolority, lugubrity and despair. all of the same and yet the hues, the rainbow of emotion down on the blue side.

i dont know, i never did. you'll figure it out eventually.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

- 3:22 pm

The tower so high
The wind so cold
You hair so long and blonde
The night so humid
My dagger so sharp
The air so thin and foul

The moon so red
Your mouth so sore
I just ask myself why
The wolf so dead
The deer in the blood
The bird doesn't sing anymore

I come and defeat
the curse of your desires
Weep, Rapunzel
Burn, whoretower
I chase you and beat you
destroy you and bury you
Weep, Rapunzel
Burn, whoretower

Rapunzel, let down your hair
Burn, Rapunzel
Burn, Rapunzel

The rage so great
The thorn so pointy
The sky black and heavy
The look so bold
The wind, it blows
The sword so long and hard

The fight so short
The trouble so sweet
The little rose pink
The bear so brown
The eagle falls
The fairytale-world in distress

I come and defeat
the curse of your desires
Weep, Rapunzel
Burn, whoretower
I chase you and beat you
destroy you and bury you
Weep, Rapunzel
Burn, whoretower
I am still awake
for I am the guardian
I am not bad
but I am misery

Thursday, June 16, 2005

- 11:11 pm

terrible.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

- 10:52 pm

no really, its actually just cool, but the way time seems to stagnate around me makes everything seem to go much slower and the chill is magnified to such a point as to translate itself to cold to my frazzled nerves, which on second thought, arent frazzled after all. in my foolish blind pride ill deny the fact that my nerves are ever frazzled (indeed they are not), pride which brings so many people to ruin and damnation.

what is pride anyway but a human creation, the likelihood of it being imbued by god as that of him writing the bible (which is actually about as holy as the yellow pages) but what the heck, god or no god; ill take my chances where i may, and throw my risks into the fray.

now what else have you to say?

Sunday, June 12, 2005

- 8:41 pm

vodka flowing
through my veins
down the streets
and down the drains

vodka pumping
to my brain
up the hill
and i am slain

vodka gonna
drive me
insane

You Are A Realist

You are more romantic than 10% of the population.

When it comes to romance, you tend to take a realistic approach.
You believe that love takes time, and it's something you have to work hard for.
A bit cynical, over the top romance tends to get under your skin.
Your heart is difficult to win ... but it's totally worth it.

Are You Romantic or Realistic?

You Are 21 Years Old

21

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

You Are a Warrior Soul

You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.
You don't give up. You're committed and brave.
Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.
Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog.

You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods.
You also value honesty and fairness a great deal.
You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding.
You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Friday, June 10, 2005

- 3:00 pm

LONDON, June 10 (Reuters) - Liverpool will be allowed to defend their Champions League trophy next season and the rules have been changed to ensure the holders will always qualify for the following season's competition, UEFA said on Friday.

the best present yet

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

- 10:35 pm

The mottled rays of sunlight ignite my senses
I awake, suddenly, to the chirping of the nearby birds and the tune of harpsichords.
Standing upright, I cast my eyes on the distant horizon.
Amazed at the simplicity of the surroundings,
Peaceful, yet gravely aware of danger if not approached with caution.
and so, it begins.

The traffic begins to thicken as I make my journey
And the constant noises of angry individuals, screaming till their hearts content,
Add to the noxious quality of the air.
beyond this, I view the vastness of the location and the crowd of civilians rushing to
Their respective locations within predetermined time frames.

Beyond them I see a certain being, not very muscular,
nor lanky yet still very powerful
and then realisation dawns
he does not exist
Now, I begin to respect the chaos that was associated with the past world.

My journey leads me closer to the moderator
I stand in awe of the grandeur of the day and environment
A false lie to everything that ever was
With the sun shining persistently creating an aura of heat and irritation
i wait for the rain
when one only feels the utmost joy and fulfilment in his soul
nirvana, detachment; impossible capabilities

I continue, aimlessly towards the bright light at the end of the dark tunnel of civilians
Now, the nerves in my body begin to take over my mind, as I observe the peaceful and calm nature of each individual face
calmness in solitude and serenity which never existed

now, I begin to understand the situation
as i hallucinate,
dark tendrils reaching for my soul
pleading
for it to collapse on itself

amour

Sunday, June 05, 2005

- 8:46 pm

sweeps over like a great wave smashed to pieces on itself by the beach and then crawls up slowly on the sand like a hand moving, groping slowly up and up and then as if deciding to quit its already halfhearted attempt, retracts the tendrils of water that have over zealously spread forward and return to wholeness back in its vast expanse of unending emotion. youd love to have complete control over emotion; maybe of over riding facades;
yet basal control will always evade you

and you get torn to pieces by the suppressed waves

sweet sin; kiss me