Thursday, October 20, 2011

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

time skips

I have some unexpected spare time today. Not at the right time to address the present calls of love and duty, but enough such that I learn past lessons and experience the old as new.

Earlier on this year, there were two prominent cards, and I had to make a choice between the two. I think I did, and now I miss the other. But I remain transfixed, unable and unwilling to cross the yawning chasm of time, space and tears that would also bring about a renewal of strictures long past. Regrettably or otherwise, I can no longer live for yesterday or today.

I have lived and died with each song and verse, with each crystal of snow, and with each fallen leaf of light. Too much, I have lost, with each unbecoming, but I can no longer stop, and I can no longer close my eyes.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

and it all comes together!

With hysteric hilarity, I stand outside, looking in, there I belong. Nowhere, no where, not knowing how to write the right despite knowing what went wrong. To conform, I refuse, a moot point, I have no ability to.

I am more inflexible than I thought I was, and in that, as rigid as you are.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

beethoven's symphony no.7 2nd mvt

The choice is made, the show must go on.

Monday, January 03, 2011

again,

I start, somewhere else, but it's so different this time. Before, it was with tears and longing for the forbidden, and now, this beginning is such a stark contrast, even if imbued with the same feelings of anxiety.

I have a sky of pearly stars and amber streaks before me, in a haven of new-old. These stars, I never saw, but they look like those I once knew so well, much lower, colder, but I was always warm, cocooned in the tension between naivety and all-knowing.

The road ahead lies far beyond, but I have come further than I thought. Save for the permanently etched woodprints, I have run out of pebbled past.

A new year has arrived, again, tender is the night.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

She speaks, repeating the old litanies, of worn ac...
time skips
and it all comes together!
beethoven's symphony no.7 2nd mvt
again,
towards that something
In the alley of shadows and death
Masking Tape
another end of the world
the beginnings of post-mortem

previous rants

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.