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"i cant really tell, im too poor on fantasy and intelligence to know or feel or see..." -Realism Is A Drag
"poets are dreamers... we daydream at our own peril" -Dr.Garnett
"those who write clearly have readers, those who write obscurely have commentators." -Albert Camus
"There are no facts, only interpretations." -Friedrich Nietzsche
"No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in. Tropic of Cancer." -Henry Miller
"A man who lives for music dies into the same silence as one who lives for the pen or sword." -Floyd Skloot
"A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence." -Leopole Stokowski
"Only boring people are bored for long, and bored people are always boring." -Irvine Welsh
"Art is a lie which tells the truth." -Pablo Picasso
"just when you think tomorrow will never come; it's yesterday." -Earl Wilson
"We imagine always when we speak that it is our own ears, our own mind, that are listening." -Marcel Proust
"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about." -Albert Einstein
"There is only one thing that I know for certain: the value judgements of human beings are undoubtedly guided by their desire for happiness and thus amount to an attempt to back up their illusions with arguments." -Sigmund Freud
"People would rather make the void their purpose than be void of purpose." -Friedrich Nietzsche
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."." -Oscar Wilde
"this is the worst world of all the worlds was it just a bit more worse it could not even exist!" -Arthur Schopenhauer
"When it is dark, the objects and I will come out of limbo. Nausea" -Jean-Paul Sartre
"We all need mirrors to remind ourselves of who we are – I’m no different." -Leonard Shelby
"If God created us in His image we have certainly returned the compliment." - Voltaire
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    Saturday, July 30, 2005

    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

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

    Wednesday, July 27, 2005

    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.


    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...

    Wednesday, July 20, 2005

    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.

    note: click for a better view.

    Friday, July 15, 2005

    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.

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

    ... and i guess this is goodbye.

    Wednesday, July 13, 2005

    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.

    Sunday, July 10, 2005

    Illo Friday: Metropolitan

    Places To Go

    where shall we go first?

    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...

    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.

    Saturday, July 09, 2005

    Sick Sick World!

    world peace will never be achieved
    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

    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!


    Thursday, July 07, 2005

    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.

    and they said God do not exist

    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.

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


    Wednesday, July 06, 2005

    Of Sunsets and Crashes

    and a sunset there is a sunrise here

    NEWS On Space Impact:

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

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

    Sunday, July 03, 2005

    Illo Friday: Sport

    Below the Stars

    battle over seas

    first move: white

    peaceful evening
    little birds singing
    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
    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

    fourth move: black

    the horizon
    hides you in vein
    through cold things
    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
    at one far away star.

    sixth move: black

    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
    through my window
    and thoughts of you.

    of your smile..
    which paint
    the brightest star.

    draw.. life is neither black nor white.

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

    Friday, July 01, 2005

    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.


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