Carpe Diem!
Monday, November 30, 2009
I've reaslised that i'm no good at poetry. And that whatever attempt I make to moonlight as a poet, will mostly be met with little or no success.
Also, unlike my writing, my poems are probably understood by one person alone.Me. And after a while, i lose that audience as well. So, i'm not seeing much point in this anymore.
=)
Also, unlike my writing, my poems are probably understood by one person alone.Me. And after a while, i lose that audience as well. So, i'm not seeing much point in this anymore.
=)
Friday, November 27, 2009
The Leprechaun arrives
A room filled with glitter
from the dust that floats
above the lowly ground
Over the dust, rests a crown,
of self manifested pride.
A knock on the door
A shiver on the ply
Who is this who meets my unexpecting eye?
The leprechaun stands there unannounced
With bags parked on the floor.
Unspeaking, on the ground.
The room’s unsettled
You’re unwelcomed.
But we’ll find a place where you can stay.
After all, this is a friendly town.
The leaves outside are fluttering
This isn’t autumn, and of course not spring!
It seems a bit nippy.
But a Leprechaun
a bit like a hippy had been wandering around.
Does he get a welcome, in this tiny township
Does he mix with the crowd?
Get used to the flurry
Or packed to leave in a hurry
Whispers a goodbye, flying above the lowly ground.
from the dust that floats
above the lowly ground
Over the dust, rests a crown,
of self manifested pride.
A knock on the door
A shiver on the ply
Who is this who meets my unexpecting eye?
The leprechaun stands there unannounced
With bags parked on the floor.
Unspeaking, on the ground.
The room’s unsettled
You’re unwelcomed.
But we’ll find a place where you can stay.
After all, this is a friendly town.
The leaves outside are fluttering
This isn’t autumn, and of course not spring!
It seems a bit nippy.
But a Leprechaun
a bit like a hippy had been wandering around.
Does he get a welcome, in this tiny township
Does he mix with the crowd?
Get used to the flurry
Or packed to leave in a hurry
Whispers a goodbye, flying above the lowly ground.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's
- The Dust Brothers
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's
- The Dust Brothers
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Ha! So I notice that you have been very obedient. But I didn't ask for a cyclone now did I? I've already had an overdose of people using 'November Rain' as their status messages, now all I can hope for is that there isn't a popular song with 'Cyclone' in it.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Bombay, this is one big reason you make me mad.
You won't let me curl up in comfort and hide under a quilt. You won't let me have the pleasure of drinking tea fresh out of the stove. And of course I will always see so clearly the things on the road I may want to be blissfully unaware of as though im i'm in a dream.
Bombay, instead you mock me with a silly drizzle on a Tuesday morning.
Let me get this straight. You better give us some rain as a consolation if not the winter. Okay? Okay.
You won't let me curl up in comfort and hide under a quilt. You won't let me have the pleasure of drinking tea fresh out of the stove. And of course I will always see so clearly the things on the road I may want to be blissfully unaware of as though im i'm in a dream.
Bombay, instead you mock me with a silly drizzle on a Tuesday morning.
Let me get this straight. You better give us some rain as a consolation if not the winter. Okay? Okay.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Hello wall. You look pretty fancy today.
Fancy giving me a smile back.
Of course you wont.
Since you don't have a mouth.
And you know how I know that?
It's cause you never talk back.
But you are the best wall there ever will be.
Because you are strong.
And yet you are silent about it.
That's a rare quality.
Fancy giving me a smile back.
Of course you wont.
Since you don't have a mouth.
And you know how I know that?
It's cause you never talk back.
But you are the best wall there ever will be.
Because you are strong.
And yet you are silent about it.
That's a rare quality.
