Illo Friday: Aging

Aging without accompaniment



Time was not a barrier
let alone space.
their perception kept them entangled
only distance held them apart.

and their minds fuse to endless words
their certainty bond like octaves in a verse

now their indeterminant state
leave many elements deliberately vague..

and they remained an epic stained
by the tragedy of being but asymptote curves -
  continually approaching near
   without ever really meeting.

dropping notes in continual lines
in a half step, half tone
in durations of silences
as one whispers in an echo...
id rather grow old alone
than be with someone not you

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note: thanks to Illustration Friday.. this week's topic is so timely. i just made this poem this morning before opening my PC.

Illo Friday: Tranquility

In Silence




i wish i had your heart
i wish i could see what you see

amidst your serenity
i float back in my own dreams
dragged by the slow waves
a movement with no sails

here's to the mountains gone flat
here's to the waterfalls gone dry
here's to the snowstorms gone still
  icicle star-crossed eyes
here's to the twisting roads gone nowhere
here's to the journey that ended
to where it all started.

quiet.
empty.

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note: My contribution to this week's Illustration Friday.
Maybe in the following days, i'll do some updates here. I just had a tough week. Almost lost my head there... For now, im just re-arranging my poems at poemhunter. Please click the link if you consider yourself as one...

Illo Friday: Karma

"We mostly remember the bad things because they hurt and confront us. The nice things mostly just pass by and only leave a small notion." - Shopenhauer



Don't know exactly why i chose this but guess it shows...
this is one of those small notions in my life.

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note: click for a better view.

Wish You Were Here ( Pink Floyd )

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Velvet's world suddenly stops. Please bear with me as i buy time to gather my thoughts. My last post will be for Illustration Friday tomorrow. But for now i take a break from blogging. Don't know how long, don't know how short. There are things that i do not know right now and wish to not know further. Maybe there are things i do not wanna know or hear or just afraid to hear or know. And i am as confusing as always. And i have left you all confused even further. Nobody can read my thoughts, not even myself sometimes. And just when i thought the light is shining i realized its shining thru a dismantled figure of myself. Did i realize anything at all? Did i learn from my mistakes? Did i make any mistake? Yes.. maybe i was dreaming too much...

Will i be dreaming more or dreaming less or will i ever dream at all again?
Some things are better left unsaid.

You...

You will always be My rock with cool snow on top...

... and i guess this is goodbye.

i am the waves

i found you in my hidden world
you left marks of footprints
  as you walked by...
and like a shadow
i tail behind you
stilled in my own hiding
stilled in my somewhere, swirling.

deep cascades -
into the waves shatter
blue pine needles steals the clouds
lavender sky and the dying light
reading in a tranced-like of sounds
causes us to run
to a straggle as it continues.

a pre-mature twilight drowned the day
better move and wait no longer
as your figure pass my eyes
your voice my ears.

now the clouds walk away
and your sandtoes then decends
from your high loafing stone
dusted with powdered portraits
and little do you remain
and flakes of my images
  you throw to the wind
as it blows to my direction
leaving but clues...

so i drown them afloat my waters.

yes i am the waves
coming from your opposite direction.
now rushing towards you.

Illo Friday: Metropolitan

Places To Go



lost among the shadows of crowded thoughts
how would i normalize my breathing
when all the beats are gone
when your silhouette have decided to sleep
when my crumpled dreams left me alone?

how will i travel
when i cant walk about
when i cant go beyond
and i cant see much further
where is your shadow?
please hover over me
as we dance above your waterfall...

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note: i dunno if this will pass at illo friday tho.. but the places seen here are just significant for me. Please click pic for better view.

Sick Sick World!

candles for lost hope?

The roof of the red double-decker bus flew 30 feet into the air.
Flames shot down the side of one subway
and train cars went dark after a loud bang.
Trapped passengers threw themselves to the floor,
smashed windows with umbrellas or wept in terror.

Above ground, eerie silence broken by the mounting keen of sirens.
Below ground, a vision of the inferno, a hellhole of fire,
shattered glass, buckled metal and human pain.
Smoke poured through the tunnels from each of the blasts.

* 8.51am: A blast hits between Liverpool Street and Aldgate underground stations, killing seven people.
* 8.56am: An explosion detonates in the underground near the central King's Cross station. A further 21 die.
* 9.17am: A device explodes at Edgware Road underground station, the western part of the centre of the city, slicing through a carriage, a wall and, police say, into two other trains. Seven people are killed.
* 9.47am: An explosion blows apart the number 30 double-decker bus from east London's Hackney to central Marble Arch. Two die.

That reminded me of Theo van Gogh, the Dutch film-maker who had angered Islamists with his documentary about the mistreatment of women in Islam, who was shot by an Islamist assassin on his way to work in Amsterdam last November. According to witnesses, Van Gogh begged for mercy and tried to reason with his assailant. “Surely we can discuss this,” he kept saying as the shots kept coming. “Let us talk it over.”

Who among us ask ourselves "why?" Why does such acts happen? Who would even plot of doing such horrifying things? AN Iranian commentator roots back where the cruelty came from, why an ideology had lapsed in its judgement, why the terrorists have no space for argument and compromise and this is why they did it.

More Links:

View the Map

Image Gallery Warning: Some Images are too horrible for the sensitive eyes.

Web site claim for attacks

Somewhere along 1-80, 2 kids burried

Death toll rises as of 08 July 2005 07:28 Western Time, 52 dead, about 700 injured.

London Fears more attacks

Pray for all the missing


Latest on Reuters

"We know that these people act in the name of Islam, but we also know that the vast and overwhelming majority of Muslims here and abroad are decent and law-abiding people who abhor those who do this every bit as much as we do." - prime minister Tony Blair

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note: Whoever has a link to the names of the critically injured and those who pssed away, please please place it under my comments. Mick R... if you are reading this, please send smoke signals!

The Interview

Being the 7th of the month, i went through scannig my Inbox, i opened a mail i thought was either spam or a joke, from my one of my oldest friend.




We live in a crazy world full of crazy people. A sick world that somehow others tend to just wanna run away. Or others tend to be succumbed to earthly greed.
I am no stone nor am i no saint. But do we really live in a garbage of a planet? Ok, so im not a catholic nor am i an atheist. I do not judge myself as having any belief right now. Maybe im still soul-searching. Maybe im still searching for souls... Or maybe i have already found the soul that transcends all mirrors...

Anyway, im just stealing some time off from work just to look at may mail. If you're soul-searching or just plain lazy (like me) and have tons of time to waste (partially like me), it wont hurt to click on and watch the presentation of an Interview with God.

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note: i need to get more sleep wrapped around the clear green mist...

Of Sunsets and Crashes

NEWS On Space Impact:

Space probe crashes into comet
Comet crash a star attraction in Hawaii
Astrologer’s comet lawsuit lingers

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note: and i just hate how msn crashes too often lately

Illo Friday: Sport

Below the Stars




first move: white

love..
peaceful evening
shivers
listening
little birds singing
standing
middle of ploughed
desolated mudfield

i see..
plants start to appear again
nature smiles
at everything.


second move: black

nature smiles indeed
as she sees
Our Love
growing
thus -
making birds sing
the sweetest song
letting the flowers bloom..

even at night.


third move: white

blue skies
feather shaped clouds
dreaming away
with the handgliders
i see
dancing..


fourth move: black

the horizon
hides you in vein
through cold things
vessels
cross the sea
towards you
as the biggest stars
look above us.


fifth move: white

warm summer night
fading light
purple blue
with the opposite
a bright halfmoon
gazing..
at one far away star.


sixth move: black

you..
sprinkled love
and sleepy dust
on me
dreamt of the sea..


seventh move: white

i'm diving in now
in the faint sweet flavor
of a nearby tree
gliding
through my window
and thoughts of you.

of your smile..
which paint
the brightest star.


draw.. life is neither black nor white.

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note: my week's entry for illustration friday, pls. click picture for better view.

lost in time

Awoken by a sobbing echo
soft little tears knocking on my ears
a hungry voice that leaves me no choice
but stand up and take a peek

Down by my window i saw
a little girl with soiled up curls
sitting in the dark by the corner
wrapped in shadows of the dying moon

Coiled up in sorrow, head still and bower
her clothes were ripped, escaped from a browl
torn and under the light that flicks
she melts with the menancing flame of her cheeks.

My heart sank and my lips taste bitter
break from these chains so i could reach her
but as i moved and soon as i could
my eyes was paralyzed as i shiver-

Her face was familiar and i knew
t'was the same girl from my youthful view
she looked at me as i looked at her
lost in time, a backwards mirror.