Tuesday, January 30
.
underneath the hustle and bustle, amidst the rush of it all as if the entire world's gushing onto me in liquid form, is a sense, deluded or not, that everything and anything can wait.
Sunday, January 28
bolt from the bluethe surprise. shock even.
a few very special hours.
and then the realisation that it might be so transcient. yet dishonest it'd be, to say that it's a surprise not most pleasantest, and not hoped upon to take on certain permanence after the completion of what could be loosely termed a full circle.
Friday, January 26
and?and i think. and it doesn't go away.
Thursday, January 25
-
'cause there's a thousand lights out there so far,
that'll make you feel brand new.
but should you ever lose your way,
i'll light the next one for you.
Sunday, January 21
a death-boat of kismetfaces beckon, people threaten,
in the dim lights of a foreign land.
not before nightfall would there
exist, the touch of a soothing hand.
the soul aches as throat and heart
are dry as desert sand,
awash with the drops of rain,
this resolve, unwilling to bend.
a hundreth and first night
adrift across rough seas.
stranded in waves coded so by
loss and entrophy.
in this deep and loud silence the wanderer finds
himself in a grotesque embrace.
seawards he could not gaze and
as he died i took his place.
to sit, duck, as raging storms ablaze.
to await the truth that so far never came.
to harbour hopes of the harbour,
only to hold back a cry so tame.
to huddle close in this group of one,
and pray, let my passing be quick!
to linger as the harsh hammer of kismet
descends, delievers its verdict;
(to hear the words from you so dear,
will you or will you not be near.)
Wednesday, January 17
i still
don't want anyone or anything else.
and i won't claim to stay forever
or i'll never ever go.
it's just me and my corner and i'll be waiting,
till this love starts to get too cold.
Tuesday, January 16
economics 101capitalism:you have two cows. you sell one and buy a bull. your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. you sell them and retire on the income.
enron-style venture capitalism:you have two cows. you sell three of them to your publicly traded company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
the milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. the annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.
repeat as necessary until you have $62 billion in assets, then declare bankruptcy.
Monday, January 15
pictures of a conversation* friend says:
im sorry i sound pissy but i've been lied to ever since i was a child, so im not big on this whole trust/commitment thing
* friend says:
(THATS WHY I HAVE COMMITMENT ISSUES TOO)
* friend says:
they went oh we'll bring you to america
DIDNT HAPPEN
* friend says:
mother said she'll bring me to crocodile farm
DIDNT HAPPEN
* friend says:
said they'd buy me this for supper
DIDNT HAPPEN
* friend says:
said they'd bring me somewhere SOMEDAY
that fucking day NEVER CAME
* friend says:
you see a trend
now with this car they said they're buying me, IM NOT SURPRISED
pffft
* guy says:
we're told that there's a higher being since young, and scores of people all around the world (me included) would love to believe him. but tell that to all the dying people everyday. it's said he'll save them you know.
* guy says:
DIDNT HAPPEN.
* guy says:
people are told to study hard, then they'll get a good job and have a happy life.
DIDNT HAPPEN
* guy says:
world peace
DIDNT HAPPEN
* guy says:
we're told that money is not everything and that love is.
NOT GONNA HAPPEN
* guy says:
we're taught to trust. trust is good.
NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
* guy says:
"friends forever"
NOT GONNA HAPPEN
* guy says:
we live in one big lie.
we live to wait to die.
why care so much ?
* friend:
because we're taught to care?
*guy:
who cares ?
no one's gonna care. no one's gonna see you cry.
* guy says:
comfort, love, joy, strength, hope. these are things we're told that others will give us.
DIDNT HAPPEN
random
"hey parents, can i get married?"
"no, go to your room."
-trudges off
Sunday, January 14
9 crimes
leave me out with the waste,
this is not what i do.
it's the wrong kind of place,
to be thinking you.
it's the wrong time,
for somebody new.
it's a small crime,
and i've got no excuse.
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i've got this letter that i wrote to you. it's still with me.
Saturday, January 13
guess what?
i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say. i have something to say.
Wednesday, January 10
my day
was more than usually beautiful.
Monday, January 8
a little question
if i would be like the flower,
and stay just this once instead of running away.
and hang firmly around, rooted,
even when things are going astray.
will you stay with me, and bathe me in your endless laughter?
public service announcement
to my dearest friends who have m1 as your mobile service provider, i'm choosing my three free calls. so if you think you can stand my voice and think you can really entertain me, apply now!
Saturday, January 6
blue flower
spring wears a pastel-flavoured dress,
like bright colours of crayons bled into one.
the balmy warm winds caress the skin,
as the shepherds catch sight of the elusive sun.
upon them soon were clasps of thunder,
angry clouds survey the scene.
in the corner of the shed,
lay a rose, blue and serene.
the cottagers scrambled to the roofs of straw,
some of them had raincoats, though not all.
as the rain beat down on the hoods,
one solitary rose, still going strong.
summer sunshine soon usurped the land,
'twas a time, at least here, for the harvests and cheer.
young girls and boys fall happily in love,
the men of the house hunt for game and deer.
not to be left alone was humble rain,
even as young children were out to play.
peoples and cattle were carried away,
on the days where rain held sway.
autumn brought with it voices of wisdom
and an air of sobering truth and rest.
rustling leaves pile up along,
and a good many animals were gone.
yet in the same corner lay the good blue rose,
much ravaged and half-withered but still going strong.
as the bells of the season harbingers the sordid sound of death
for most of the others of its lot.
without much fanfare the first snow falls,
the white shroud of death that covers all.
and beneath that bitter ice,
was the rose standing not strong but tall.
a soldier trudged and fell upon his knees in tears,
on this road too winding and long.
the flower hangs on as it keeps,
a hope of spring, just one more swansong.
p.s. to whom you know it concerns: this is for you, as requested!
Friday, January 5
resolution #1
see "reading list" on the right. that's right, i resolve to read more widely, and more deeply. business books may enter the list some time, but resolution number one of year 2007 is to feed a new-found appetite for classic prose.
Wednesday, January 3
shit.
oh dear. 'tis the screwup of the year, three days in.
Tuesday, January 2
random
if i could be a fly on the wall, i know where i wanna go.
Monday, January 1
hello 2007
and so, this is the new year. and it is resolutions time. and so i shall have just one:
live to see the next new year.
