| Inhale |
[Mar. 16th, 2013|12:48 am] |
the silent peace is more than enough.
i hear life encapsulated in a breath.
the invisible rush upward and down
fills me with panglossian gaiety.
LIVEJOURNAL has failed me;
i can no longer blog in real time.
because of some date error that has happened
lastlast year, my blog posts have
always been one year ahead.
(i try my best to live in the future..)
now they have this 'scheduled posts' feature
so when i change a date to 2013,
it becomes scheduled for posting next year...
so i cant blog here anymore.
i am now evicted to another domain.
http://www.agingdamantou.wordpress.com
(because some idiot took damantou.wordpress.com
and i recognise that im en route to wrinkles and toothless
nights with balding truths and the big age of 21)
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| Grey Heart |
[Mar. 13th, 2013|08:01 am] |
i dont know why i swear. i only recognize the triggers.
like a medieval bot, the earliest of its kind responding
to stimulus like one of pavlov's dogs! what is my ringing
bell? topple my half cup of milk, like a wailing baby on
caffeine (it needn't always be crack...) the vulgarities pour
like showers of blessing on your wedding day. the white
liquid, pure pure pure, juxtaposed to the black black black
streaming endlessly from my brain to my mouth, or is it
the blackness of my heart that triggers the brain? could
one be evil without the heart? some think that evil stems from
the lack of the heart. that i believe, is wrong. the brain by
itself is nothing more than a logic rumpelstiltskin, weaving
emotions into priceless actions, a mechanism for conveying
these emotions from that drum booming in your chest, that
we attach all words and ideologies to. yes, the heart makes
you profoundly immoral as much as it makes you a sweetheart.
the heartless tinman is no where as evil as i with my thumping
chest. A double power. the heart makes you as sweet as i can
be spiteful. I am a confused reversi piece. The thumb from above
thumbs me black and i am your worst nightmare; then the index
tips me white and i never felt more sinless. the forces flow and
the tide changes, i am black and white and black and white
but a reversi piece's decency lies in its clarity. i am ultimately
either black or white. unless you fit me in a crack and i am
falsely propped up to be a fine specimen of both. so i am
not worthy of a reversi piece. i am grey gray grey. i think that's
exactly the problem. good and evil cannot coexist swimmingly
in their comma ground; they fuse, mix and intertwine to form
your very own delectable mix of sugar and spice.
and so,
my confused heart whispers
my brain deciphers and
my mouth amplifies. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 9th, 2013|01:22 pm] |
please don't please please
please please please don't. |
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| Are you my father? |
[Mar. 5th, 2013|10:22 am] |
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One out of every 200 males on earth is related to Genghis Khan. |
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| Be a melody |
[Mar. 5th, 2013|08:44 am] |
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if i could be a melody would you let me love and enfold you, swim delightfully around the contours of your entire being. A mysterious tune that needs no invitation, for i defy gravity and my molecules are packed not like solids, the virtue of being compressed! i sweep into your ears and caress your corti. would you then hear my murmurs, my song, my whims and my joys, would you then listen to my ceaseless chant; stripped of choice, you would. would that make it pointless? i accept it anyway. the same way the crazys kidnap strangers they love but do not know, tying them up in a chair force feeding them food. 'let me go' 'im so glad we are finally together my love' 'youre crazy i dont know you' a cheek caressed or perhaps molested, 'you know me' 'let me go' we shall never be apart' but as a melody i am weightless like air, the virtue of compression comes the vice of drifting, i drift from the nest of cofti, morphing into transmissions on the Neuron Express, destination unknown. Come back to me, i drift aimlessly, and emerge unexpectedly like a tap on your window in the dead of the night. i see your face at the window, its a kind face. there lies a benign smile. i turn to my right. its another kind face. another benign smile i cant capture. On the Neuron Express, i cant get off, like 2046 perhaps, but i am not a thief, i sit, or i try my best to sit, i sit as dignified as a jingle can. i try not to bop too much to my own tune, but you cant fault me for failing. Perhaps, i am laika - an dunce you packed and shipped for oblivion. Its tiring to be a melody, i much appreciate a good sit. dont you? |
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| Velvet |
[Mar. 2nd, 2013|02:16 pm] |
i can see the end of what i begun
a tale of love, come and gone
but now my love, no promises
i wont go, falling in love. |
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| Unilateral |
[Mar. 1st, 2013|10:26 am] |
are you bored? are you happy? whats on your mind?
is something wrong? dont you want to tell me?
do you want to do this? maybe that? i'm fine with
both. you look like you have something to say.
are you unhappy? you dont have to if you dont
want to. would this be better? what are your plans?
how are you? no, actually i would want you to.
do you need something to drink? are you hungry?
i would very much prefer it without sugar, thank you.
is it not? are we? really? you think? why? since when?
but i don't think so. should we do this? oh? stay. |
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| sound of death |
[Feb. 25th, 2013|03:11 pm] |
i place the time to somewhere
between midnight and an hour
past, i lie on my right. my hand
supports my face underneath
my pillow. it is quiet, it should be
its the time of sleep or death.
death, psst. the sound of death
permeates the air. from a lurking
sleeper of the night i become
an aural witness of a cockroach's death. |
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| river flows in us |
[Feb. 21st, 2013|10:18 am] |
mmm whats this feeling?
i am a strong water current flowing
in the only river in the vicinity,
i get along swimmingly, humanly
proud of my status as a strong
current in the river of my world and so
i float on okay till the day comes
and i stumble across the meaning
of erosion and realize that the river
has expanded far beyond what my
oblivious molecules could sense
and i realize abashedly that i am
not as strong as i believe myself
to be. perhaps i was, at one point
the water current in the river of your
life but NO MORE BITCH NO MORE.
hahahahahhahahahahahahaha |
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| soul searching |
[Feb. 15th, 2013|08:51 am] |
deftly playing minesweeper with
my eyes locked; i brush my way
through ignorantly levelheaded,
clearing stages with mind concocting
mines: head up feet down green
plow on guaranteed green unimportant
swept aside green brashly floating
green speak up speak out green.
i stand affixed on a concrete meadow
that is dissolving into a sea of green
sinking and believing, unsuspecting
of the patent red roots that underlies. |
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