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Great Minds have similar thoughts
"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 â€“ Iâ€™m no different." -Leonard Shelby
"If God created us in His image we have certainly returned the compliment." - Voltaire
Monday, January 29, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
waiting for the sun to set
in the stillness of the moment
his brightness radiate by the distance
one of those gleams of genial fire
that darted across all oceans
from a standpoint of her dillydally life
whom was once aquainted only
with the grey twilight
now saw that there is more truth
to admit than be inclined
so unlike the calm lake,
she danced and sparkled and prattled
in a no nonsense senibility
awaiting his fire to come closer-
gaining the shadow of his presence
in a forbidden proximity
and wraped in the blinding light they float
slowly burning the velvet horizon
with the scene of life
that passes before the eye
they create, destroy and restore
over and over and over
and as they let go of their last breath,
a final etch painted across the sky..
that their passion shall burn forever.
note: this is a photo for those who miss Tagaytay.
although as for my poem, i think i need a more dramatic image..
bite me };-}
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
just a quick post..
Sidewalking - The Jesus and Mary Chain
Chilled to the bone and five miles to home
I'm messing in the dark and feeling all alone
I got ice in my fire got the heat in my wire
Inject a little heat I'm burning up the tyres
Talking like I'm on and I'm the only one
I'm making like I'm done and staring like a gun
And I got to get a car
And I got to get a ride
Gotta get a car
Got jesus on my side
Messing in the dark and walking all alone in
Know just where I'm going
Chilled to the bone
Hotwired heat all the way home
note: photo above is my entry for and my tribute to that cool album by JAMC.. one of the greatest bands that ever lived.
I just found a vid of this song online, poor quality tho.. [youtube]
Thursday, January 18, 2007
it wouldn't hurt to say -
that after the sunset and a long night
comes a new day..
note: "Black Sunset" taken at Tagaytay while inside a moving vehicle. this is my entry for this week's Lens Day.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was,
had I not been made of common clay
I had climed the higher heights unclimed yet,
seen the fuller air, the larger day.
From the wilderness of my wasted passion
I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom,
battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.
Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses
that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels
on that verdant and enamelled mead.
I had trod the road which Dante treading
saw the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening,
as they opened to the Florentine...
...Keats had lifted up his hymenal curls
from out the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead,
clasped the hand of noble love in mine.
And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush
the burnished bosom of the dove,
Two young lovers lying in an orchard
would have read the story of our love.
Would have read the legend of my passion,
known the bitter secret of my heart,
Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted
as we two are fated now to part...
note: excerpts of a the most beautiful poem i have ever read.. and yet to know the title.. a poem written by Oscar Wilde.. and for that, a photo i had made when i was in the most beautiful peaceful place in the world..
Friday, January 12, 2007
At your feet i dreamt
on the other line i heard
how i lost contact with our reality
how our dreams left afloat in the background
now i am confessing of the wrongness i did
i am not worthy of your passion
but your undying touch has kept me alive
your fire has kept the warmth in my psyche
and that i did not see for a moment
for i got lost in a wrong turn and raindrops
froze in my ice-cold confines,
but here am i again
though was never gone, my injured soul was hanged
please dont let go of my hand
pull me back again
as you once did
wake me up from dreaming the off beam
catch me from my paralyzed transgression
you are my faith
you are my exaltation
with you i only want to be...
note: yeah this is kinda off-topic. it's not literally "ice" but you know i am like that. so, for violent reactions please leave in comments section }:-}
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
i see you wading at the water
in the equal twilight of the razor edge dust
blows through the empty echoes
silkening the mirrored sea
every single night a part of me dies
changing tossing what’s on my behalf
no laughter can overflow
no dance can ever color
as i see myself fading
leaving myself in the tossing of the moon
from back and beyond
falling down deep i don’t wanna see myself
trapped in the illusion of cynicism
of a cynical world you have created
of a world i stepped into
of the uncertainties i was willing to pursue
but around me i film in steps
through the phoenix eyes i've seen
a belief that would never behold
and i am not naïve to not see
a block of thorned oaths
without sympathy you ripped, slashed and shred
blade-sharp folds and innate cuts
from innocent souls you stole -
now i’ll leave you with that world
let me cross back to my time
let me go back to the crossroads of the wrong turn
before i get lost in your terrain
before i fall further
before it gets too late.
note: i know i didnt exactly drew a phoenix, but read between the lines and you'll see..
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