Writing Addiction

Just realized I've been writing almost everyday since late December. Sometimes writing a couple of times a day. Like an addiction this is. How or why it began I don't know. Maybe I should stop.

Everyone seems to be swimming downstream
Along with the flow
I feel like I'm swimming upstream
Against everyone.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not even moving
Just hiding and waiting under a rock.
Afraid that the tide will wash me away.
I am of such little faith.
Not trusting what the future holds.
Not trusting myself entirely
In the potter's hands.
This is unfortunately not a poem
Poems can be fictitious, a make-believe world.
This is not what poems are made of.
This is what I feel.
And I hate to feel this way.

Standing still

Irrational thoughts of taking a sabbatical from life itself.
So tired of routine, of the sameness of everyday, of this concrete jungle.
Sometimes I just wish there's a place that's cut off from the rest of the world,
Where I can just hideout for a while.

Just some crazy thoughts I have. But they always stop when I think of the consequences. Too much mess to clean up if I just do what I want to do without thinking.
This over-thinking of situations is just such a terrible trait coz at the end of the day, nothing gets done and I am not moving.

Infiltration

Now I understand
When they said
One can lose one's mind.
You have infiltrated my world
Filled it with songs
From another world.
Filled it with sights
From another world.
Filled it with dreams
That are not my own.
This mind no longer
Belongs to me.
It was long gone
When you first walked into
My life.

Lost souls

Twin souls
Traveling on the same road.
One day, one broke free
To explore the world
On his own.
The other,
Was left drifting,
To a world
She does not belong.
Twin souls no more
Only lost souls.

The cacophony
Of my heart a-breaking
The only sounds
That resonate in my ears.
The only music
That I can play.

Everything more

Give me the eyes to see
Give me the ears to hear
Give me the heart to feel.
Will you walk with me
To the ends of the earth
And back?
Will you lead me through
The endless tunnel
On an unseen path?
Will you be my light
When shadows fall
And darkness seems to grow
Ever darker?
Will you lift me up on your shoulders
So that I can see
Beyond this fog
So that I can see eternity?
With you
By my side
I am safe.
With you
By my side
I am stronger.
With you,
I am everything
More than I can be.

Wretched soul

A wretched soul
With nowhere to go.

Double-D Day

Praying for wisdom
Praying for an open heart
Praying for clarity
Praying for eyes to see
Praying for vision
Praying for strength
Praying for courage
The road ahead
Seems lonely
But it wouldn't be
Prayers will be heard
He will walk with me
Unfailing
Unchanging
For eternity.

Chronicles- bob dylan

I think he kinda lost me from the oh mercy chapter onwards. Oh mercy I think described his life during the late 80s/ 90s. Listened to samples of the songs from the album he said he cut during this time in Louisiana. Can't say I love it. He also didn't seem to care much for this album either, saying that it was okay and that things had to be compromised. That's the thing about growing older i guess.. Sometimes you are just too tired to fight .
I love the first 2-3 chapters of the book when he talked about the influences in his life(woody guthrie mainly, hank snow,hank Williams,etc) and his early years in NYC. The last chapter was sorta a re-visit to that earlier time, kinda saying that life has come full circle perhaps? Also liking the part when he talked about suze rotolo, a girl he fell in love with in NYC. The way he described their first meeting was quite, not sure how to put it, he said there were banana leaves in the air. How cute and strange a description! I also love the part when he talked about his wife, that the thing he had always loved about her was that she didn't depend on anyone to make her happy, that she had "built in happiness". I think more and more people are becoming love druggies... Always looking externally for happiness, always depending on others to make them happy. And most of the time, these people end up being the unhappiest people. Human beings disappoint... We really can't expect others to be the centerpiece of our lives. I know that now... But to really find that peace and happiness within ourselves is not easy to do. We are often betrayed by circumstances...
Anyway back to the book.. He also mentioned why he wanted to do badly in his career- to protect his family. He was hounded by paparazzi and people were always anxious to put labels on him- voice/conscience of the generation, messiah, etc. but he didn't want any of that. He said he was only a singer or a songwriter.. That he didn't really have a message. So to retire from the scene, to make people forget him, he decided to wreck his own career. How true is that, who really knows? He was always confusing the press, portraying fake personas to mislead the world,to change their perception of him. I can't think of anyone in this current time,who's like him. Intense, sensitive, creative, anti-mainstream...but somehow this friend of mine pops into my head when I was reading the book..I think they do share some similarities. But in the current music scene, I can't think of any. Quite a character.. I hope the world will have someone like that again.

Ahead

I hope Mr Lewis is right...

At the edge of a cliff...
To jump or not to jump
That's the question.

Idealizing the past

Why are some people into old things- old furniture, old cars, old songs... Did we miss something from our childhood? Why do we keep wanting to live in the past? Do we have this idealized image of time past? I love old cars (u know those old VW vans), old books (leather bound any day over paperbacks), old songs (tony Bennett, Billie Holiday over Justin Bieber any day), old furniture (butcher block kitchen island, wooden chairs with peeling paint), old fairs (tikams, haunted house, not too scary roller coaster), old clothes, records over cds, etc. this reminds me of the movie midnight in Paris, where Owen Wilson idealized about the roaring 20s and Marion cotillion (from the 20s) idealized about the golden age (the 1800s). Are we sentimental fools? Unlikely... Coz most of these things I love were already obsoleted in my time. Why do some people embrace the modern times so well? It's all quite strange when u think about it. What kind of characteristics are common in people who love bygone times, I wonder...

Artistes

I only knew today that Ernest Hemingway committed suicide by putting a shotgun through his mouth. It's funny how writers, singers,poets, artists tend to have a depressive trait and many just kill themselves- Hemingway, Van Gogh, Virginia woolf... Do they need sadness as a muse in order to do what they do. Sometimes I feel this is kinda true.. It's so much harder to write a poem when you all jolly and golly. Sadness and creativity, do they go hand in hand?

The winds

You came like the mistral
Sweeping me away
In your strong winds.
My heart was blown a-flutter.
But you were hungry for more,
And you left,
Like a tornado,
Destroyed everything,
Leaving everything broken.
I was left to pick up the broken-ness,
You did not carry me away.
You had moved on to the next town,
Doing the thing you do best,
Leaving things broken.

Waited too long

She waited by the phone
But it never rang.
He waited by the phone
But never dialed the number.
She waited a long time
From summer to fall
From fall to winter.
The dead leaves swirled
The snow flakes fell.
She couldn't wait till spring.
She found someone.
Someone safe
And could hold her
When she was full of sorrow.
He waited too long
To dial that number.
He called one day.
Heard his voice instead.
He dropped the phone,
And hollered in pain.
He had lost
Because he had waited too long.
Time and tide
They said wait for no man.
Time and tide
Took his girl away.
He packed his bags,
Moved out of town,
Found a new life,
But did not find another love.
That love was once his,
But he lost it...
A twist of fate
Because he had waited too long.

Pretty word nyctophilia

Into the wild again

Came across this again. I reviewed into the wild some time back. These words really stood out to me. I've seen so many people (myself included) whine day in day out about their lives, but do absolutely nothing to change anything. This learned helplessness reminds me of the experiment the psychologist Seligman did on a dog. How did we human beings end up in the same place? A lot of times people are afraid to move, afraid to rock the boat coz we fear the consequences, fear change, fear being out of our comfort zone. It's just so.... Stupid yet human.

Fading in and out of a deep slumber
Moments of clarity
Fleeted by.
I am awake
I am asleep.
Tiptoeing between the boundaries
Of dreams and wakefulness.
Sometimes
Things seem foggy
Everything is murky
And I lose
My sanity.

Love for sale

There is a price to pay for love.
They say nothing is free in this world.
I looked at the price tag of love
And knew I couldn't afford it.
They say there is no value in truth
Nobody cares for truth
I wanna look truth in the face
Let it slap me awake.
I've been asleep for too long.
Hiding from truth for too long
Loving all the lies a little too much.
Placing my love in all the wrong places.
Love and truth.
Love for sale.
Truth for free.

I actually woke up in the middle of the night at 4 or 5 am and thought putting love and truth are rare commodities made the rest of the sentences about truth insensible. Hence deleting it...I wonder why I care so much... But anyway have been having really bad nights.. Kept waking up in the middle of the night with stupid thoughts. Totally stupid thoughts that keep me awake on hours... More powerful than coffee... Shit....

Love and truth

Love and truth are rare commodities.

I had like four lines just 5 minutes ago and then they left me.... Almost wanted to tear when those words came... And now they are lost... Some things just disappear when you don't grab them, just slip away when you hesitate for a moment.

Knocking on doors

The seeker
Who doesn't find.
Knocking on doors,
With no answers.
Asking for a miracle
But the prayers
Went unheard.
My way is lost.
I thought I had the key.
But then I remembered
I haven't found the door.
I thought I had you
To walk with me
But then you left me
At the eleventh hour.
In this dark,
I will grope,
Seeking,
For what,
I do not know yet.
Will the answer come
When the silver light ends
And the sun begins to shine?
Or will I remain blind
Not seeing
What might be in front of me
All this time?

I do not need you

I don't need you in my life.
I don't need you to darken my days.
My life was perfectly fine
Before you came along,
Invading my world
With your colorful stories
Your wild ideas
Your grandiose dreams
Your empty prose.
You are a dreamer
Still drifting.
I'm safely anchored to shore.
I do not need you
To raise my sails
I do not need you
To change my will.
I do not need you.

Chronicles Volume 1 - Bob Dylan

Alas I caved and started reading a new book before I finished musicophilia. The book is bob Dylan's autobiography "Chronicles vol.1". I don't know if there's actually a vol.2. Been wanting to buy the book but had KIV-ed it coz I just have too many books to bulldoze my way through. The book is off to a good start. I really like his writing style and prose. It's not really organized, which I kinda expected. But it's not that disorganized either. The story started off in NYC with John Hammond. And from the first two chapters, one could already see his passion, hunger, dedication, that wide-eyed wonder, and self-confidence. You also get a glimpse into the books and songs he loved and the people who had an influence on him. I think there's a sexiness to the young Bob Dylan but I just somehow feel he seems to have become a little jaded over the years. But well, don't we all?
Anyway more review on this after I actually finish the book which probably wouldn't be long.

Broken things

Broken things
Tried to mend them
But they remained broken.

Of words and notes

It fascinates me how different music appeals to different people. How a piece of music can have the power to put you in a certain mood. Mood for a jiggy, mood for melancholia, romance, etc. sometimes just a few words from a song get to me. And sometimes it could be just a few notes. It's also strange that there will be songs that you wouldn't have given the time of day but then started loving for no apparent reasons. It could be that as our experiences in life change/ accumulate, certain songs start speaking to us. Sometimes a song has the power to bring back memories, both good and bad. It can also remind us of a certain someone, not necessarily the romantic kind.
Anyway, some strung words that I've been liking:
"Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore",
"I know it looks like I'm moving but I'm standing still"
"All you have to do is touch my hand to show me you understand"
"Looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup"
"We were too young to understand to ever know that lovers drift apart and that's the way love goes"
"I give her my heart but she wanted my soul"
"You won't remember when this is blown over"
"What a friend we have in Jesus" (the version from Jeff black's where my dreams come true; very clever way of "plagiarizing")
"When the evening shatters and the stars appear"( some versions have it as when the evening shadows but I personally feel shatters has a nice ring to it)

Will add on to this list when I have the time.

Magic eraser

I wish I have a magic eraser
And everything in life
Was written in pencil.
Mistakes could be erased
Words not meant to be said
Could be taken back.
Words meant to be said,
Could be spoken.
People who should not have appeared,
Could be written off
Our stories could be re-written,
Each day a new page.
Each day a better story.

This Night

The stars were aplenty
The night was silent.
The waves shimmered
With golden dust,
Crashing softly against the shore.
You sat there,
Quietly playing your ukulele.
The only sound
That mattered to me.
Every note caught my breath,
Your voice, the gentlest music
That broke the silence of this night.
This night,
There was something magical,
Enchanting.
I wish the spell would never be broken.
That dawn would never come.
This night,
Could it stay this way forever?

Some things

Some things
Have to be forgotten.
Some dreams
Have to be forgone.
That's the way life is.
That's the only way
I know how to live.
Letting go,
forgetting,
not chasing,
giving up.
I've surrendered
to reality,
to a world,
lacking in dreams.

Colder

The nights are getting colder
And longer
Without you.
But I've started to love the solitude,
And the silence
That digs deep into the night.

Familiar places

Took a trip down memory lane today
All the places I used to love
And hide in.
From Pasir Ris
Tampines
Bedok
To East coast.
The places I sought solitude in.
The comfort of familiarity.
For a moment,
The troubles dissipate.
I saw your face in my mind,
Then the wind blew it away.
And I could smile again.
Forgetting you,
Even for a second
Gives me the solace I needed.

Love-2

Her grandmother had told her once before that the eyes could reveal one's soul. This was how she knew who the loveless ones were. The cold, lifeless stare was a dead giveaway. Those people lived in solitude, any forms of social gathering, was with a purpose- like hunting her tribe.
Babies were created in test tubes. Eugenics was accepted as the norm. The very word was revolting to Elisa.
Do they think they are God? She thought angrily.

Sleep

I woke today
Couldn't remember what day it was.
What date it was.
The curtains of the room were drawn
Shrouded in darkness and gloom.
Was it day
Was it night?
I did not know.
I couldn't care.
What was yesterday?
Another day I can't recall.
The days are all the same.
It feels as if I've been sleeping
All my life.
There is no beginning
There is no end.

Great gatsby

I won a great gatsby book. Haha I guess I just have to re-read it to do the winning some justice.

We all need stories to make our lives a little fuller.

The earth will continue to spin
With or without me.
Sun rise sun set
Twilight
They will happen
With or without me.
The stars will continue to shine
In all their fiery glory
With or without me.
The universe does not notice
That it's missing a soul.
Life goes on.
People move on.
Memories are swept
Into the deepest recesses
Of our minds.
Forgotten.

Only death is permanent

In dreams

Didn't want to wake from my dreams.
In dreams, that's where I see you.
In dreams, I soared with you.
In dreams, you stole kisses
From me.
In dreams...
The only place where we can be.

A mad artist's spree

Dead Poets Society

I should perhaps change the name of this blog. It's no longer purely about books... Maybe a little of books, songs, movies, poems, but words mostly.

Re-watch dead poets society. I've never managed to watch the full movie previously. Always bits and pieces here and there but it had been on my mind to watch it from beginning to the end one day. And so that was what I did whilst on medical leave for my wisdom tooth surgery.

It's such a wonderful movie for aspiring poets or people who just love literature. .

At the opening of every DPS meeting, the members would recite a poem from Thoreau:

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”

Simply put: to live life to the fullest...Ah, that age old adage....
When I heard this what comes to mind is this quote: everything that you have ever dreamed of is on the other side of fear.
Everyone knows life is short and that every moment counts. That we shouldn't be wasting our life and time on meaningless and unworthy things but really, not many can do it. The reason ? Fear...
Fear of not measuring up
Fear of not being good enough
Fear of making mistakes
Fear of rejection
Fear of regrets

Such a colossal huddle to leap.
But really fear limits the full spectrum of
Life.
I used to fear a lot of things and they crippled me. I'm not saying that fear is completely bad. I fear not being able to live my life fully and hence made some leaps (albeit teeny ones) to try to experience more things.
I feared traveling alone. But managed to do so in france.
I feared the water. But recently managed to swim a bit better and snorkeled in the open sea (very liberating I tell you).
I feared heights. But recently did the zip line on sentosa.
I feared being on stage. But performed a dance some years back.
There are still many fears lurking around. Mainly fear of rejection, fear of not being good enough. All these are harder to get around. Guess will just have to work a little harder.

Tomorrow's probably gonna be a movie marathon day again. I've got several movies lined up like life is beautiful, gravity, captain Phillips, don Jon(for Joseph Gordon levitt mostly), Shawshank redemption (rewatch), green mile (rewatch), etc.

Besides DPS, I watched the impossible, the piano, and what dreams may come(yet again). The impossible was quite good but not as much as a tear-jerker as I had thought. But quite heartwarming to see familial love and the human strength in tragedies.
The piano was quite obscure but so beautifully filmed. And yes, this love story is quite unusual. I don't know if I love this film. Love the music and cinematography mostly and also a bit of the aberrance. But other than that, it doesn't really touch me.
I've already reviewed what dreams may come previously so need not say more. Still the ending of the movie/story always puzzles me. Why would they choose to be reborn after trying so hard to find each other and finally ending up in PARADiSE.?
Being together in paradise is not good enough? No answer to that.

Pain

How do you live with pain?
It withers your soul
Darkens your sight
Maims your limbs
Strangles all life
Out of you.

Love

She was the last remaining few left. Her tribe is almost extinct. The remaining few on earth who still know what love is. The rest of the world no longer feel love and xenophobia has caused Elisa and her tribe to be hunted down.
Evolution has obliterated love completely in the human race as it has been shown for generations to be a largely useless and dangerous trait. Each generation began to love a little less and a thousand years later, a loveless human race was created.
Elisa and her tribe had however, continued to believe in the power of love.
She had seen how love could save lives and bring joy to those who knew how to love. She herself had been loved dearly by her grandparents and parents. Though she had never loved anyone else outside her family. Elisa had also seen the darker side of love and understood why her tribe is being hunted.

The book thief

http://youtu.be/92EBSmxinus
Haven't really been excited by any films these days. Saw the trailer of the book thief and am really looking forward to it. Read the synopsis of the novel by markus zusak and got even more intrigued.
The story is set during WWII in Germany and the protagonist is a young girl who has a profound love for books. I guess I will only write more about the story after I've actually read the book or watch the movie. But it's always nice to find someone who also loves books, even if its only in a film/ story.

Just a heartache

Oh,
It's only a heartache.
Nothing more.
All you need
Is a bandaid
And then some.
How bout a shot of whiskey
To numb your wired nerves?
The world has not ended yet.
The dark clouds will clear.
The rain will not last forever.
This pain
Will be gone.
Just a bandaid
A whiskey
And nothing more.
Your heart will mend.
The remnants of it
will all be swept away.
And tomorrow
You will find
Your heart
Will throb
A little less painfully.

How do you deal with losing something/ someone that's important to you?
How do you learn to forget?
How do you learn to move on?
How do you learn to let it go?
Amnesia could be a blessing at times.
If only we can divide our memories
Into fragments.
So that we can remove those memories
That have no place in our lives.

In the early morning mist
Everything is hazy.
I woke
With a fog in my head.
Everything seemed unclear,
Everything seemed like a dream.
The boundary between waking and dreaming
Is blurred.

Lonely boatman

Starlight on the waters
A lonely boatman
Sits
Pondering his past.
The mistakes made
The loves lost
Things he did
Things he didn't do.
Regrets.
The lonely boatman
Sits
In his little boat
Rocking gently
With the waves.
The sea lulls him
To start sailing
Those sealegs of his
Never found the reason
To go to shore.
The reason that was once found
Is now lost.
The lonely boatman
He goes
Sailing again
In the starlit waters.

Send me your thoughts in the mail
I will save all your thoughts in a jar.
And read them
When you are far.
The world between us
Is too vast.
All I can do to remember you by
Are these thoughts in the mail.

It will rain somehow

It will rain somehow.
Raindrops
Falling
Wetting my canvas shoes.
Rhythmically
The rain falls.
Pitter patter
On my soaked through clothes.
Gently the rain falls
On the grass
Under my feet.
The mud stains
My canvas shoes.
But I do not care.
The rain
Washes away all my tears
Makes me feel brand new.
Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is not mine yet.
But I still have today.
And that is all I care.

Forgetting

I think I can forget you
One minute at a time
One second at a time.
I will forget you,
Finger by finger,
Hair by hair.
Erase you from my memory.
You were only penciled in.
Very soon,
I will forget
That you have ever existed.
When I hear your name,
I won't see your face.
I won't remember your voice.
But I know,
This heart will not forget
The things it felt
When you were near.

The wind blows

The lady sings a moanful tune
On a moonless night.
Where do I come from?
Where do I go?
Wherever the wind blows.
Will the night ever end?
It seems like darkness
Forever.
The moanful tune
Continues
And I feel her sorrows.
A tune of yesterdays.
The goodbyes
We cannot say.
I think of tomorrow
But cannot remember
How it looks like.
The first snowflake
Falls tonight
I catch it in my palm
Feel the coldness
And then it's gone.
Wherever the wind blows.
That's where I will go.

Fools

Fools come and go.
Some grew wiser
Through falling.
Some stay fools
Never learning.

Resolution

My resolution this year is to finish all the books on these shelves. I've the habit of buying books but always end up borrowing from the library! Guess will pen down every single book from the shelves I go through on this blog...
I'm still on the 100th page of musicophilia. 291 pages to go....
It's kinda funny that I can't exactly pinpoint a particular genre of books that I love. It seems my taste varies from travel stories to mystery to romance to inspirational ones.... Like loving the Chocolat series, some classics, some of Mitch Albom's stuff, Tony Parson, Richard Matheson, Dan Brown, PG Wodehouse, Paulo Coelho, Arthur Conan Doyle, etc. they are all vastly different.

In sight

He came unannounced
And sought shelter
In my heart.
He came in splendor
Bringing the stars with him
And with stardust in his hair.
A sense of magic
He brought with him
The world seemed to stop
Turning
When my eyes met his.
I felt myself spinning
Falling
Couldn't stop.
Nothing seems to be right
Nothing seems to matter
Long as I
Have him
In my sight.

I Think my words are about to run dry. Have had quite enough with these words floating around in my mind. And the frustration trying to unjumble them and penning them down.
I do need a break from everything and everyone. Some silence and solitude would be good.

Not beating

All things turn to dust.
This withered heart,
Rests in silence,
Not beating.
You sent a whisper
To tis old heart
A whisper so soft
That it went unheard.
Nothing awakens
This sleeping heart
Which lies silently
Not beating.

All my pretty horses

Silently, You came in the night and
Stole all my pretty horses.
The wind carried your laughter
As you rode away
With all my pretty horses.
My soul laid bare naked
In the lifeless barn
Without a stir of echo.

....
Alas forgotten the rest of the words that came to me last night...I guess I really should have woken up and wrote them down..gah!

Silence deafens

The silence deafens.
It cracks the night.
It broke me
And I wept.
Shattered pieces
Of my heart.
I pick each piece up.
It cuts my fingers
And I bled.
The darkness silent
My cries.
Screaming quietly
The world does not know
My sorrow.
The world does not know
Where it begins
Does not know where it ends.

Jokerman

Weirdest lyrics
But I like these phrases

Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space

Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face

False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin

Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister

Jokerman
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don’t show one
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

You’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister
You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed
Michelangelo indeed could’ve carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time ’til night comes steppin’ in

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

It’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don’t show any response

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Copyright © 1983 by Special Rider Music

Take flight

He whispered
Let me take you away
Across the river Nile
To the old Pyrenees
To the last frontier
I will show you the northern lights
Let you see the brightest star
Let me spin you the dreams
You are afraid to dream.
Take you away
From The place you are afraid to leave.
Give you the courage
That you've never had.

Musicophilia

I've been stuck on this book for some time. Could never seem to find the time to read it. The subject matter is pretty interesting. I love the story at the opening of the book. A surgeon with no musical training could miraculously start playing the piano and composing pieces after being struck by lightning. This reminds me a little of Phenomenon when John Travolta's character was also struck by a lightning/ UFO and became highly intelligent + possessing magnetic powers. Just love stories like that...

These are the things

These are the things
I remember of you.
These are the things
That I have lost.
These are the things
That I can find
Only when I dream.

TBC

Dreams

I've forgotten to dream
Dreams that once belonged to me
Are mine no more.
Dreams abandoned
Forsaken.
Dreams, what are they made of?
Fragmented pieces
Of love
Life
Death.
I sought its sweetness in the dark
But tasted only bitterness.
Dreams
Lost
Broken.
I've forgotten how to dream.

Desolation

Desolation
On a no man isle
The shore at the other end
Is too far out.
I watch you from across the sea
Fading into the darkness
The stars against the darkest night
Of nights
Shine no light on you and I.

Plans

For the past few days, I've been having this strange sense of weariness of the soul. Not exactly sure how to describe it... But it's like a sudden loss of interest in most things, especially of the material sort. Feeling a little lost not exactly sure where I'm heading and what is it that I really want to do. However, just an hour ago, this thought came to me. Give back.
Giving back not just to society but family, friends, the people around me.
Some concrete plan is to volunteer at Sunday school, mission trip in June, family trip in February and I guess build better relationships not just with people I'm already close with but rather those whom I've not had good rships with.
And then I'll see where all these lead me to....

On a side note, have been looping not dark yet for more than 10 times today! ! Such a melancholic number... Makes me wanna cry sometimes....

Decisions

How does one make decisions for one's life?
And decide which direction one should head?
How does one decide which areas of his/ her life to change, when one gets contented and comfortable?
Does one make a small change in one's life and see where it all leads?
Or should one have a great big plan
Of how one's life should pan out?
Ah, decisions decisions.
I need a life overhaul.
Where to start?
How to think?
What to think?

Nothing makes sense