no
i will not fake a smile
no
i don't want to come
no
i'm not okay
yes, every fibre of my body, every ounce of my blood aches
yes, i opened my shell only to have the pearl stepped on
yes, i have feelings, real ones, and no- i'm not afraid of them...anymore
yes-i want to run away, go on my boat, float into the sunset, but i am stuck, no- can't go far, the sails are missing, gone, torn, stolen, tattered, beaten, dead.
no-it's not fair, nothing is, and likely won't be, yes- i hate that, yes- i wish it weren't so, but it is, and i can cry a river, but my boat still won't sail, not far enough
no- i won't use an ore, i don't want a motor, and i refuse to call for help, yes- i like being stuck here, with no sails, no-movement, just afloat, in shallow tears, for as long as it takes
yes- my boat could sink, and yes- what a shame, but no- i don't care, i can't, it's too late
yes- the path is the right one, the captain is steering correctly, but no- the weather conditions are wrong; rain, wind, snow, ice, the boat can't compete against evil forces of nature
alas i've lost count of the yes' because that's just how it goes.
instead i'm stuck in the dead end waters of no, no, no, surprisingly though i know i don't belong, i like it, because like a painful bruise, it feels good to apply pressure where it hurts, to make sure i'm alive. i am alive arn't i? yes? no?
maybe
Saturday, June 18, 2011
enough
Trying to please Attempting to appease
Faking a smile
Going the extra mile
But none of it brings me that which I long,
Nor does it save the world.
So what's the point? Why pretend?
While some feign caring,
I'm forced to grin and bare,
But why keep up the charade when everyone knows there will be no winner?
There is no triumph in the superficial Olympics
No golden trophy to be won.
Just losers, a lot of them,
some lamer than others but nonetheless insignificant.
Who decides when enough's enough?
What's appropriate? WHY DO I CARE?
Where to draw the line?
It's never been up to me, I've always been a mere puppet.
But I'm going to cut the strings,
All of them,
One by one.
Because that which made me happy is beyond the reach of these strings,
And if I don't cut them off now,
I'll always be just part of a puppet show.
Tragic
Faking a smile
Going the extra mile
But none of it brings me that which I long,
Nor does it save the world.
So what's the point? Why pretend?
While some feign caring,
I'm forced to grin and bare,
But why keep up the charade when everyone knows there will be no winner?
There is no triumph in the superficial Olympics
No golden trophy to be won.
Just losers, a lot of them,
some lamer than others but nonetheless insignificant.
Who decides when enough's enough?
What's appropriate? WHY DO I CARE?
Where to draw the line?
It's never been up to me, I've always been a mere puppet.
But I'm going to cut the strings,
All of them,
One by one.
Because that which made me happy is beyond the reach of these strings,
And if I don't cut them off now,
I'll always be just part of a puppet show.
Monday, May 30, 2011
The recipe for disaster
What’s in a lie?
A dash of immaturity
A teaspoon of insecurity
Two cups of bullshit
A warm glass of stubbornness
Be sure to mix them together with some judgement.
DO not add class, it will ruin the whole recipe.
OooOh I see, it’s an easy recipe. That must be why it's so commonly used.
Well not everything that’s easy is worthwhile, and not everything that glitters if gold.
The truth will set you free. Shackles can get irritating after a while.
Friday, May 27, 2011
and so I shed another tear, one I've helped to create
Deep sadness won't allow me slumber. They say there's no rest for the wicked, perhaps that's what I am. But my greatest sin is that, I don't know.
I want to please, but instead I agitate.
I want to help but I hurt.
Like Midas but with the touch of angst.
How can it feel this way if it was devoid of truth?
How can you wish away something that never was?
And from now on, I will the wrong measurements for suits.
Arms too long, pants too short, nothing will fit, never look right.
And that's how I want it, irregular, like you, like me, like all of us.
Time may heal wounds but there's no Rx for a soul.
Alas, I'm an eternal dreamer, I admit.
But I can't dream anymore. I don'tsleep.
I want to please, but instead I agitate.
I want to help but I hurt.
Like Midas but with the touch of angst.
How can it feel this way if it was devoid of truth?
How can you wish away something that never was?
And from now on, I will the wrong measurements for suits.
Arms too long, pants too short, nothing will fit, never look right.
And that's how I want it, irregular, like you, like me, like all of us.
Time may heal wounds but there's no Rx for a soul.
Alas, I'm an eternal dreamer, I admit.
But I can't dream anymore. I don't
Monday, April 4, 2011
Let it be...and other phrases to postpone insanity (anti-lamogio)
When the sun shines and even when it doesn't, time ticks forward.
If a situation bothers you, change it.
When people are rude, kill them with your kindness.
Money is made to be spent, but not without thinking carefully.
Life is meant to be lived, but the rule is true for others too, so live and let live.
Don't laugh at others, laugh with them.
Be happy with yourself, because if you're not, no one else will be either.
Set goals, aim for the moon, even if you miss, you'll me amongst the stars.
Try to understand others and to cut them some slack, as the fable goes, the lion ended up needing help from the mouse, you never know what life holds in store for you.
There's only love. Love poeple, love nature, love the universe.
Bad things happen, life has ups and downs. Remain positive regardless.
Dream, wish, hope; always. Even when you're not sleeping.
Spend time with children and the elderly, through their eyes you will see how beautiful life was, is, can be.
Most people are selfish. Accept it, act accordingly, but never be that way. Share your wealth, your joy, your love. Everything expires sooner or later so make good use of it while you can.
Be yourself, not everyone will like it. They may not understand, they will criticize, but you're the only expert on yourself. Don't ever forget it.
The world can be a dark place. You don't have to be.
So when life happens, don't worry, let it be, even if you don't, it will still continue anyway. Ride the wave, it's always more fun that being smacked by it.
If a situation bothers you, change it.
When people are rude, kill them with your kindness.
Money is made to be spent, but not without thinking carefully.
Life is meant to be lived, but the rule is true for others too, so live and let live.
Don't laugh at others, laugh with them.
Be happy with yourself, because if you're not, no one else will be either.
Set goals, aim for the moon, even if you miss, you'll me amongst the stars.
Try to understand others and to cut them some slack, as the fable goes, the lion ended up needing help from the mouse, you never know what life holds in store for you.
There's only love. Love poeple, love nature, love the universe.
Bad things happen, life has ups and downs. Remain positive regardless.
Dream, wish, hope; always. Even when you're not sleeping.
Spend time with children and the elderly, through their eyes you will see how beautiful life was, is, can be.
Most people are selfish. Accept it, act accordingly, but never be that way. Share your wealth, your joy, your love. Everything expires sooner or later so make good use of it while you can.
Be yourself, not everyone will like it. They may not understand, they will criticize, but you're the only expert on yourself. Don't ever forget it.
The world can be a dark place. You don't have to be.
Monday, March 7, 2011
deadly sins
You posses them, yet I suffer their consequences.
Envy joy, stomp on it, in hopes to feel better about yourself. Who knows, maybe you can create a putty out of it and use it to fill the chip on your shoulder.
Be a glutton of fun, like a vampire draws blood, so you draw smiles and leave the carcasses strewn in a gutter. You wear the smiles like a mask, even when it’s not Halloween.
Lust after sincere passion and mock it at every opportunity. If you vandalize it, the graffiti will leave ugly marks. Mission accomplished.
Take pride in your supposed ‘superiority’, judge everyone by your criterion, and be proud that you're not like them, even though we both know the world would be a better place if you were.
Exercise sloth as frequently as possible, breathe it in as if it’s air. It's easier to play the part of black swan anyway.
You want it all. From ideas to couture, your greed has no boundaries. But even if it was all given to you, it wouldn’t be enough, for you, nothing ever is.
Your pseudo smile doesn’t fool me. Your garden may be beautiful but your house’s interior is hideous. Your negative thoughts are kindling for a fire of anger. Though you may try to cover the boiling pot with a lid, it's bound to overflow. And when it does, your fingers will burn.
Although their nomenclature is the '7 Deadly Sins', one would assume the possessor of said sins would be the sufferer too. Yet the opposite is true.
Others are the casualties in the battle of Good vs. Evil....
Evil will always win, and that’s all you want anyway.
Enjoy your victory, just be sure to dress lightly for the victory party, it will be hot there. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nk8RJxZQEs
Envy joy, stomp on it, in hopes to feel better about yourself. Who knows, maybe you can create a putty out of it and use it to fill the chip on your shoulder.
Be a glutton of fun, like a vampire draws blood, so you draw smiles and leave the carcasses strewn in a gutter. You wear the smiles like a mask, even when it’s not Halloween.
Lust after sincere passion and mock it at every opportunity. If you vandalize it, the graffiti will leave ugly marks. Mission accomplished.
Take pride in your supposed ‘superiority’, judge everyone by your criterion, and be proud that you're not like them, even though we both know the world would be a better place if you were.
Exercise sloth as frequently as possible, breathe it in as if it’s air. It's easier to play the part of black swan anyway.
You want it all. From ideas to couture, your greed has no boundaries. But even if it was all given to you, it wouldn’t be enough, for you, nothing ever is.
Your pseudo smile doesn’t fool me. Your garden may be beautiful but your house’s interior is hideous. Your negative thoughts are kindling for a fire of anger. Though you may try to cover the boiling pot with a lid, it's bound to overflow. And when it does, your fingers will burn.
Although their nomenclature is the '7 Deadly Sins', one would assume the possessor of said sins would be the sufferer too. Yet the opposite is true.
Others are the casualties in the battle of Good vs. Evil....
Evil will always win, and that’s all you want anyway.
Enjoy your victory, just be sure to dress lightly for the victory party, it will be hot there. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nk8RJxZQEs
Sunday, February 20, 2011
TOO MUCH pepper in my sushi
Yes, I’ve heard:
PAN
METRON
ARISTON
everything
in
moderation
In a world where we are taught to believe, more is more.
Achieve,
Consume,
Pursue,
Why do we feel sick when we’ve had too much? Shouldn’t evolution have come up with some kind of fix for that?
A dichotomous life; the dogma of ‘want more -do more’ and the negative consequences of ‘overindulgence reality’....
What’s a girl to do?
Retail therapy won’t help,
Nor will a massage,
Even a mani-pedi can’t do the trick....
When we go on our final journey, what will matter?
Lennon writes it best.
'It’s easy...
Love, love, love...'
domo arigato kuro koshou
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