28.5.09
// 083 permeate

But me I really want to feel
The ups and downs of life so real
Happy or sad emotions reign
My tears flow just the same

I cried, I cried
Tears of joy tears of pain
I cried, I cried
Tears of love again and again

// lamb. i cry

* ...every fiber of it.

the glass walls need to go.

can i eat my words and say choy (touch wood) ?
because happy is the feeling we're trying to grasp, no?

choy.


// 082 maybe

maybe, melancholy is a smokescreen,
to mask happiness.
Because happiness would seem rather
contrived in a world that's not really
in the pink of health.

after all, the glass in mind
is actually a clear, sinuous vase, that
is more than 3 quarters full.
.
or maybe, melancholy is a sort of crutch
that is familiar & comforting,
dare i say, in a strange sort of way.
.
or maybe, losing the melancholy
would mean losing a part of your identity,
and where would that leave you ?

i am going round and round in circles
with this senseless happy-melancholy oxymoron.

maybe, it's due to procrastination.
surely it is.

25.5.09
// 081 feeler *vs plug

it's like my novocaine,
I can't feel, i can't feel my heart break

// sss. i want everything

melancholy is a better emotion then numbness.
at least you might find your soft side
somewhere inside that metal heart.

17.5.09
// 080 voids and links


(crappy image thrown in for good measure)

gulliver and sissyput
Love can stop your fear
Fear can stop you loving
But it's not always that clear
--morcheeba.

you could take this literally,
or in the broader sense of life -
limitations from the inhibitions
that we impose upon ourselves, no?
or the inability to see the many shades of grey
between the black and white.

also strangely reminds me of the relationship
between older gen folks and their children.

ah crap digression once more.


// 079 links and voids

without you im nothing
the glass really is three quarts full,
why do we see it as a quarter empty?

seriously time to rehash
and show some gratitude.

10.5.09
// 078 time space event...

evening.
breezy, winding roads.
skating and mind drifting.

...and sound.
// maybe - sneaky sound system

pretty darn brilliant voice.
// it's not my problem

2.5.09
// 077 sixteen *[with emotional static]

I’m just like you
Don’t know what to do,
I’m caught here in the middle of a life.
I can't leave but i want to.
-

in between a
contrived world,
credit crunch,
swine flu,
excessive dramatics,
*and emotional static

being purist and raw
is the way to go.

// sneaky sound system
// 16
purist and feel good -
like sunshine for a temporary spotless mind.