A Letter Of Apology

This is to the dear souls who are regular viewers of my humble blog. I know that I am not prompt in posting new stuff to satiate your hungry souls. But the thing is that I always try to ensure that that delectable delights are served whenever I do. Yeah, I guess absence makes the heart, or in this case, the stomach fonder. Believe me, I am quite capable of serving up some very sumptuous dishes that will warm the cockles of your heart and envelope your tummy in the most delightful warmth imaginable...

DreamStalkers

Tonight my dreams they rise
From their graves of age and decay.
Tonight my dreams they call
From the depths of endless gloom.

Who knows what a graze of her hands can do?
The fluttering of hearts, the disruption of rhythm.
And still they flutter like wings,
Fly away on the soft wings of Love.

For rust must be shaken off, rot too.
When the hulking figures call your name,
You simply have to drop what you do.
And respond to the sweetness of their hesitant summons.
And be wrapped in the clouds of fantasy.

Apt enough. Go figure.

A Bit Of The Wall Falls

Ever noticed that my blog does not give you the ability to post your comment? That was really a pre-meditated attempt to shield my rather fragile feelings, but now that i have discovered a tougher, more compact form of protection, you may now whip out your whimpy little weapons of destruction and shoot away. But be sure to include ur email add and your blog address if u have one so i can do a bit of damage too... We all need air vents to vent our airs...

Humbug

Do you know what a humbug is? I know, it sounds like an insect but it is far from that. It is an old English term for boiled sweets, much like those that we have in little wrappers and pop in our mouths. Even as I am sucking on a Fisherman Friend Mandarin and Ginger Lozenge, letting the tangy (sweet and spicy) flavour roll about my tongue, I think how the children in Enid Blyton's stories must have felt, happy and without a care in the world. I also think of the humbugs in their mouths, how it diminishes with the passing of time, how soon it is no more but a distant memory...

Spasms Of Cosmic Proportions

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HUgagagagaga. blahblahblahblahblah. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzz. Gallopgallopgallopgallopgallop......Boinkbiffbangbongdingdong... the donkeys' are out to sing a song -------- HeeHawHeeHawHeeHaw they go off the cliff in line they go................ AhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHH! splattered donkeys at the bottom, collected to be boiled for glue. Take a little whiff n wat do u noe? maybe they'll help u cure the flu..................AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh CHooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

sometimes u just gotta do stuff like this

The Greatest Liar And Redemption

Tomorrow promised me a better day,
But he lied, he's adept at that.
Cheating my soul, exhibits my foolishness,
And blinding my eyes with wool that's cold

I don't ever speak to him this days,
But one from billions is no great loss (LIE)
He survives on the brightest optimism,
And dies at the slightest scorn.

My hopes are invested in someone else,
Reaping more returns, keeping joy close.
Not too far from my troubled mind,
With a little something to call my own.

But Love and Hopes flicker like all else,
Something should be done, lest they die.
But for the moment I'll hold you close,
And whisper sweet nothings into your troubled mind.

Believe me, the basket's big enough,
To keep all them eggs.
But if by some folly, the basket falls,
Then I guess it's worth it that they all break.

Commitment is a virtue. Man's desires may be plolygamous, but his resolve can be a sharp razor.

Help Brain Tumor Patients...

The mind is pretty amazing but it is also the chief source of discontent and i feel like a wasted idiot now that i have written a post i cannot remove i know what will help a bit of inspiration curse myself if my mind ever conjure hurtful things and scar people i care for

especially my love i must not ever hurt u if i do tell me and i will ask for forgiveness and bash my silly brain

"No" To Alternative Sources...

I had the pleasure of attending a conference, whose honourary speaker was the chairman of Toyota's R and D department. He was speaking primarily on 2 issues. Firstly, the ever rising world price of oil and the need to discover alternative sources of energy in order to combat this.
"Here at Toyota, we design and create the world's most fuel- efficient vehicles," was his gleeful opening statement. "Unfortunately, even fuel-efficient vehicles require fuel. Look at it this way, fuel is to cars what care and concern are to relationships. In a way, you can call both 'inspiration', if you adopt a loosely defined version of the word."

I smiled at a little at what he said. Toyota is one of the most sucessful corporations in Asia, posting huge earnings year after year. And for such a sucessful company, you would expect that its head would be pretty brilliant and well-tuned to the needs and demands of his customers. And although I don't own a Toyota, his analogy about relationships resonated in my head. As he droned on and on about the importance of developing alternative sources of energy, my mind started to drift away...

An apt song by "Dashboard Confessional" began to play in my mind. It goes: I wanna give you, whatever you need/ What is it you need, is it what I need/ I wanna give you, whatever you need/ What is it you need, is it within me/ It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you/ It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you/ There's gotta be something, that would be worthwhile for me to give to you/ We need a connection, but you seem to push me far away from you/...

I guess I am a fuel-efficient car. And I know that my half-empty tank will soon become empty unless I am driven to the gas station and given a good refill. Then, I would beam with a beautiful smile. But for the moment, I am left wondering if "Dashboard Confessional" were singing a Love song to a bloody barrel of oil...

The Answer

RumBLingS... ... ... ... ...

The ground beneath my feet rumbles,
Speaking, of impending arrival.
Shaken off my feet, I lie,
On the ground, I watch,
The slow approaching of a distant train,
My face, wet, from the falling rain.
My heart, it now, palpitates,
Sending elation up my light head.

I sleep, awake, inside the train,
Runs on rusty rails, past broken fences.
And your face ebbs into my consiousness.
Coffee is served, to the last drop I drink,
And never felt this alive, I think.
Gratefully, I kiss your tender hand,
And am reminded of my rebirth,
And the fact that I'll never leave this train of Love.

This is for u, Karen