I'm Waiting =D

Like my handmade paper Spitfire? =P

The sun has finally chosen to stay,

Peeking out from behind the thicket of clouds,

Bathing us in its glorious heartwarming rays of life,

Driving us out from under the hedge,

Out we come to play.

The long ridiculed sprinkle,

The one we named as rain,

Grown up it has been,

From struggling weak pee-like tinkles,

To the tree-breaking torrential gale.

Abby and George hand in hand,

One eating another in the unforgiving land,

The cycle must resume from the break, 

And I'd assume that,

Cornelius is waiting for that change.

I am waiting for your change =)

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Somebody That I used To Know

FYI, it wasn't me. A housemate assaulted him and his life was taken.

Long hairy legs,

Lightly tanned skin.

Quick on your feet,

Sharp on your wits.

Dear George, 

You will be.

Remembered by us,

But CLEARLY,

Not missed.

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Hurry Up Already!

C'mon already!!! FOOOODDD

Scrounging scraps,

Licking paws,

Scratching neck,

Waiting for footsteps.

Thumping tail,

Yelping excitedly,

Racing through,

Skidding stop.

A scraping,

Metal on metal,

Oh goody!

It's dinnertime!

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Guardian Angel

Meet George.
My protector,
My guardian angel.
(regardless I like it or not... Meh)

In the moisture thick air,

Condensation on my skin,

The formation of water droplets,

Yet I wait for you.

In the late of night,

The darkness of the room,

Illuminated by the sole street lamp,

Waiting for your return.

I may not be pretty,

Nor am I nice to hold,

But you know that I care,

And I will always be there.

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I've Been There Too...

It's happening again... Erratic Behaviour 2013

Ruffling through the pages,

Nodding off into slumber.

Specs sliding and slipping,

A sip from his tumbler.

Soft music dancing in his mind,

His eyes start to wander.

Friend, let me remind,

Do try to avoid this blunder.

A voice whispers,

A calling from the abyss.

Slowly the rose withers,

Petals falling to the ground.

Unto the pavement it steadily drips,

Liquid neither sweet nor savoury, it stains.

While its incensed muskiness fades in time,

Its memories stubbornly remains.

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Phenomenology : The Human Experience

Blinded -  Erratic Behaviour

A repetition, 

The pattering footsteps,

Counting the number of taps,

Her heart beats.

The delirious fumes,

Long tendrils snaking,

The steady rumble,

It approaches.

Strong and rebellious,

The gusts of smoke lashes,

The moisture builds up,

Broken is a bead of sweat.

Jostling and jarring,

Not understanding,

Emotions clouded,

A look of apathy.

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The Third Person

Progeny, the child of fear.

Take a step back, then another two backwards.

I have been made aware that education pre, and post, are in reality; borrowed time.

Its as if for that certain time frame, life was on rent.

After all the education we have received, and all that we have achieved in our 'educational' years remain as a scratching, a stamp, or a mark on a flimsy piece of parchment; as a summary of our feats and our past.

Should we allow such an atrocious manner, when it comes to something of such importance?

Yet, we should ruminate about its importance. 

Is it actually of value?

Life after an educational era, is known as the 'debt repayment scheme'.

With the pretense of families, hobbies, religion, politics, and such; we entrapt ourselves in a mist, a thick viscous liquid. It swirls and coagulates, churns then congeals; coating, slathering, and suffocating us in the petty white lies we tell ourselves every other day. We manipulate our minds to make ourselves feel whole, and in a long shot, try to make our lives less insignificant.

We try to stand out, stand proud; yet there are always minute details caught in between, clogging up the once flowing arteries of life.

A heart attack waiting to occur.

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Rorschach Testing

CLICK to see better!

Visual perceptions are a branch of rather subjective sensory sensitivity.

All things related to visual judgments may be considered neither wrong nor right as the interpretation behind the reflection varies from one to another.

Whilst I was painting a door, I saw this (in the yellow highlight), and it immediately registered in my mind as a MOOSE!

So I drew it out =D

Is it not a moose? What do you see? =)

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Unbranding and Unlabelling

It looks like your screen is dirty, but click on it and look carefully =)

What if we gave up upon all the names of the world?

Stop referring to one another as "Simon" or "Jane",

Halt when you see a "Nike" or "Puma" item,

And breathe when you see a celebrity.

What if we stop giving out names?

Resorting to grunts and squeals,

Communicating like the animals we see,

Being the animals we are.

What if there's no hierarchy? 

No government, ruler, or fame,

No parents, no teachers, no guidance or rules,

Spoken or written,  to ease the pain.

What if it's all an illusion?

The world as we perceive to be, is not real,

Like a nostalgic reverse of a premonition,

Reflecting back on our past lives.

What if we are all dead?

Our current life as a replay,

Fragmented memories frozen in time,

Opposites attract, and ceases to negate.

I am dead, 

But I still remain ahead.

Past the shifting sands of so-called endless time,

I will wait.

Some speckly stars I took =)
It looks better if you CLICK on it!

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