Saturday, October 08, 2005
- 2:37 pm
you take the legend for a fall
a full fuckin year to get over; well true and proper, but still its done- and so here we are; here i am.
the promotional exams (promy-o's; the great new breakfast cereal) are finally over; so what better way to spend the day after with a movie (Goal! which kinda sucked), some football, dinner with your brothers (james and bhavan) and then some kopi with your other brother, poolside under the sky.
to come with nothing but chat and your soul to bare is quite a dangerous thing; i used to do that but people get behind you, over you and try snooping about things which dont belong to them; sending tendrils of self squirming and squeezing through every crack and crevice of your mind before you realise its time to shut it; and when you do- it feels so filthy and corrupt; and yet time has washed all that away and you start anew; and life is so refreshed.
played soccer with skool injuns today; of course when one guy has the ball twenty others rush in hacking and kicking; theres no space to run, move or time to look up and around especially when your only using half the astro- i ended up aggravating a recurrent thigh injury. god bless the fact that my ankles survived the ordeal intact; still i should take better care of them.
tomorrow i have filming for this kichiro movie from 1 to 12. sweet innit?
at the end of the day what do you really know? nothing that is; but yourself, to push yourself to the extremes of your ability and revel in the fact that its you and nobody else is ever gonna even come close to being that person. a collection of thoughts, images, jumbled up memories and words clatter down into the expansiveness of the mind- only to burn- flames that burn and crisp and blacken and destroy- fire that cleanses and heals whilst breaking from what was and is; and everything in between.
Bright white night plants
so wild and hypothermic
Lured by a will-o'-the-wisp
and washed up on the shore
Your hands are hectically fumbling
for what you desire
and your senses are feverishly waiting
for the happiness that you're experiencing
The night will be to serve you
See how they greet you
Eternity, it lies before you
and the world is yours
Strange how everything gives in
Everything seems so easy
Time stands still as the fire reaches you
Your mind is exploding like a supernova
Time seems to stand still
You're flying through the night on white clouds
Your stuff is
whiter than white
hotter than hot
One time to the stars
and back again
so high, like never before
to glow like they do
When the morning awakes
it is the Devil, laughing
One time to the stars
and back again
All the way up and still much farther
through the roof of this world
The great illusions
you, the glorious hero
On white waves through the night
so high, like never before
you climb up to the stars
to glow like they do
nothing is the way it really is- our somethings are purely materialistic and truthfully nothing whilst the nothings; virtues of kindness and the backup for those without- oh lacking so inherently everywhere- and then forget it; be careless in the non conventional sense and move on as yourself; but being everywhere with everyone you need to be with- and sometimes you realise that person is you and you alone; who could understand your thoughts better than you? carbon copies of the self are hard to find; yet when found- rendered incompatible by some cruel twist of fate yet forget all that; its unimportant- what needs to be remembered is the will to carry on forever and never. for i were to break everything and make mine my life- and that is; was done; oh so long ago, back from the start.
and so here we are once again; standing at the crossroads, an impasse between tiramisu and chocolate cake. smells like somethings got a decent alcohol level in it; with some teen spirit to go; tiramisu it is.
My God
Who are you
and what do you want here
To burn
hit the stars
