Notes in the book..
Words fall like water singing
Cattles facing down
Words fall like water singing
Cattles facing down
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
A year is just a day
A year is just a day
A year is just a day...
Like a chip in the archive tray.
We pass it heavy so very slow...
Yet moments alight it flies to go.
We talk it out like days that grew...
As fruits and flowers old anew.
Some tunes unsung in silent note...
A boat that’s sunk yet sets afloat.
We walked through days that’s so very short...
No backup of acts in the river of thought.
Happy sad have days gone by...
Stories lie of alibi.
Freshen up for another day...
Until it chips and goes away.
Live it up with plane love and cheer!
The day’s here to make a year!
A year is just a day...
Like a chip in the archive tray.
We pass it heavy so very slow...
Yet moments alight it flies to go.
We talk it out like days that grew...
As fruits and flowers old anew.
Some tunes unsung in silent note...
A boat that’s sunk yet sets afloat.
We walked through days that’s so very short...
No backup of acts in the river of thought.
Happy sad have days gone by...
Stories lie of alibi.
Freshen up for another day...
Until it chips and goes away.
Live it up with plane love and cheer!
The day’s here to make a year!
Monday, December 23, 2013
Wall of meanings
Wall of meanings
Right in the middle of a leaf
The inks laid down its say,
They came from a trained wind stiff
That stormed the feelings away.
Painters and writers trying to link
The stable with the change so tense,
Their works gained and lost to think
Of the scratches that made no sense.
Scientists are looking for the dice
Unable to find the funny ball,
In the game of virtue and vice
Stays the still and stubborn wall.
Rules of yeses and noes,
Sides that flow the running river
Are those that run the eyes and nose
To play this nosy game forever and ever.
Good and evil, words to understand
World for its word, gives us all a hand,
For guarding right and wrong
Hearts could melt the wall, so strong.
Never wondered why as people we divide
In the world that's round and without any side,
Never pondered why the world is still with us
It doesn't have a rule that judges, makes a fuss.
Right in the middle of a leaf
Inks have melted into clay,
The wind emerged from cliff
That's softened the walls away.
Right in the middle of a leaf
The inks laid down its say,
They came from a trained wind stiff
That stormed the feelings away.
Painters and writers trying to link
The stable with the change so tense,
Their works gained and lost to think
Of the scratches that made no sense.
Scientists are looking for the dice
Unable to find the funny ball,
In the game of virtue and vice
Stays the still and stubborn wall.
Rules of yeses and noes,
Sides that flow the running river
Are those that run the eyes and nose
To play this nosy game forever and ever.
Good and evil, words to understand
World for its word, gives us all a hand,
For guarding right and wrong
Hearts could melt the wall, so strong.
Never wondered why as people we divide
In the world that's round and without any side,
Never pondered why the world is still with us
It doesn't have a rule that judges, makes a fuss.
Right in the middle of a leaf
Inks have melted into clay,
The wind emerged from cliff
That's softened the walls away.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
let me
let me
Let me see
If desires cease
Mirror cracks
Images freeze.
Let me hear
The wheel of my hearse
The curtain falls
Actors rehearse.
Let me see
If desires cease
Mirror cracks
Images freeze.
Let me hear
The wheel of my hearse
The curtain falls
Actors rehearse.
that which is
that which is
Silence is near without voice,
What is far is noise;
What's near is unheard,
Unseen without choice.
Image is so untrue,
In between me and you;
That for what it's not meant,
Freezes and denies to melt.
That which is in us,
Seems outside campus;
That which's way too false,
Within us it falls.
Silence is near without voice,
What is far is noise;
What's near is unheard,
Unseen without choice.
Image is so untrue,
In between me and you;
That for what it's not meant,
Freezes and denies to melt.
That which is in us,
Seems outside campus;
That which's way too false,
Within us it falls.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
I was trying to nail down
the painter in me,
but it came out in the open just for free.
It had to draw upon a canvas,
Jesus standing like Krishna,
with a flute in his hand;
playing the tune Merry Christmas.
I tore the canvas and broke it into pieces
I am not possessed,
I do not have the right to melange,
I do not have the right to speak,
I do not have the right to offend,
I do not have the right to imagine,
I do not have the right to paint;
I kept it deep inside the wishes.
Curse me o my friends,
Hang me until death,
I'd for the shepherds,
Cease to take my breath.
Yet I see up in the sky
thousands of balloons dancing
free and high
paintings fresh and new are singing inside us
The only single tune
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
I was trying to nail down
the painter in me,
but it came out in the open just for free.
It had to draw upon a canvas,
Jesus standing like Krishna,
with a flute in his hand;
playing the tune Merry Christmas.
I tore the canvas and broke it into pieces
I am not possessed,
I do not have the right to melange,
I do not have the right to speak,
I do not have the right to offend,
I do not have the right to imagine,
I do not have the right to paint;
I kept it deep inside the wishes.
Curse me o my friends,
Hang me until death,
I'd for the shepherds,
Cease to take my breath.
Yet I see up in the sky
thousands of balloons dancing
free and high
paintings fresh and new are singing inside us
The only single tune
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 19, 2013
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