Saturday, September 27, 2003
somebody tells me i am dreaming
you should be with me here
got little voices with stupid choices
you should be with me here
got little voices with stupid choices
playing the guitar again...love it..apart from me
the part of me
what words are better than the vibrating stings...in unison...in progression
in sadness that i transmit
and longingness
and nothing is here
with me
but my guitar
the part of me
what words are better than the vibrating stings...in unison...in progression
in sadness that i transmit
and longingness
and nothing is here
with me
but my guitar
Friday, September 26, 2003
I am bold now.
So small to feel
Being so
I know I can't nudge you
To notice my existence
A dust
Rolling by you
Afloat
Wishing for you
To visit me with stares
In you idle hours
So small to feel
Being so
I know I can't nudge you
To notice my existence
A dust
Rolling by you
Afloat
Wishing for you
To visit me with stares
In you idle hours
from our lady peace... inspired by age of spiritual machine by rey kurzweil
...take death for example, a great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it. We make extraordinary efforts to delay it and often consider it's intrusion as tragic event. Yet we find it hard to live without it. Death gives meaning to our lives. It gives importance and value to time. Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it. If death would indefinitely cut off, the human psyche would end up...well like the gambler in the twilight zone episode.
...take death for example, a great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it. We make extraordinary efforts to delay it and often consider it's intrusion as tragic event. Yet we find it hard to live without it. Death gives meaning to our lives. It gives importance and value to time. Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it. If death would indefinitely cut off, the human psyche would end up...well like the gambler in the twilight zone episode.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
come to think of it....
i value mine with experiences...
existentialist as the called it, nah
this is real..i exist
because of my experiences...
because i am here now
ahh now...
next time i will write the now lines of hemingway
ahhh that will be nice
...and the nada prayer of hem
and the death lines of our lady peace
and the past which made me think of them now
i value mine with experiences...
existentialist as the called it, nah
this is real..i exist
because of my experiences...
because i am here now
ahh now...
next time i will write the now lines of hemingway
ahhh that will be nice
...and the nada prayer of hem
and the death lines of our lady peace
and the past which made me think of them now
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
why do we value life...?
is it because of time
time that nibbles our youth
or the end of stop
death
is it because of time
time that nibbles our youth
or the end of stop
death
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
unveiled reality
that i am alone now
for silence closed its eyes now
afar is light
waitin'
that i am alone now
for silence closed its eyes now
afar is light
waitin'
the end of any relationship
to forget
to forgive
whistling while i heave the tears back
now night clings to me
touching me with cold songs
songs of the magical pasts
all those pasts which became me now
to forget
to forgive
whistling while i heave the tears back
now night clings to me
touching me with cold songs
songs of the magical pasts
all those pasts which became me now
Friday, September 12, 2003
i realized that we all bite in one big pie-life
i can give you all the meat
what i have and can have is enough
for it is all i can eat for now and have
and only me can taste it
as you make you r own laugh for you have a bigger life
but hey i can be happy with my piece
after all its hard to have a constipation
rescue me...im babling again
insanity = into sane-ity...who is sane?
me.
i can give you all the meat
what i have and can have is enough
for it is all i can eat for now and have
and only me can taste it
as you make you r own laugh for you have a bigger life
but hey i can be happy with my piece
after all its hard to have a constipation
rescue me...im babling again
insanity = into sane-ity...who is sane?
me.
Thursday, September 11, 2003
start to inspire myself...
this nothingness that envelopes now clings
ahhhh...quiet it seems
because its empty
bright it seems because it is washed white
like a tomb
like a wall
like an epitaph of end
a suicide note unwritten
noting blank
breathing
blinking
this nothingness that envelopes now clings
ahhhh...quiet it seems
because its empty
bright it seems because it is washed white
like a tomb
like a wall
like an epitaph of end
a suicide note unwritten
noting blank
breathing
blinking
