Sketches and Scribbles

Love Song

2005-10-21T23:19:00.000-07:00

Life's supended
Frozen feelings - This is my
Interaction

Fire burning
Liquid stirring - Calling to me
Satisfaction

Hope awaits
Touch responds to your caress
Attraction

Your eyes on me
I see the look and to me come
Fearless thoughts - my sanction

Sanctity is not for me
This craze for you stands undenied
In some fraction

Hear me now
For the wait is done - I break my mould
With steps in air, I gasp, my breath...
Rarefaction

Pretty girl
Goes back to sleep
Snuggling now
Heads to dreams
This is my
Last action.
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To the Gathering

2005-10-21T23:14:00.000-07:00

Dipping through the wind and the clouds, darting through the heavy air to reach the thinner one that left spots into her eyes - ah, Shadow was reminded of the time she had been flying TO the Gathering rather than now, when she was flying from it...

To the Gathering
The fierce delight of the kill,
The exultation as my wings tense
And with eyes keen on prey,
My talons flex before they hit the soft flesh
And the yielding weakness
Of what was once a dove but now…
Is but a morsel to keep me alive.

I know no other way to be
I cannot imagine – being without
The wind in my wings, the high rising warmth
And the call of the blood in my throat
Of the scream that strikes fear
In the heart of most creatures but…
For me is a cry of my freedom

Wild I am and I rule the clouds
The sky and all that lies within these
This is my domain, this fringe between plain
And deep forest, the one with the Tower
Of darkness and death and evil uncounted
In the secrets that are wrought inside but…
There I will go, see for myself.
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Reason

2005-10-21T23:08:00.000-07:00

Reason should not serve to justify belief
Would that belief arose from Reason
And the mind was the celebrated point
Emotions were considered a reflection
Of neurochemicals and pressures in the brain
But this is the world of rationalisation
Here the Science of Thought is replaced
By the Art of feelings and “instinct”

Like a well rehearsed lesson, I repeat
Beliefs that I have seen over 1276 pages
It took verboseness to a new height
A completely different meaning to parasite
The world of producer consumer that is natural
Seems cruel, unfair, unreal and unnatural
When compared to the Mind of Man
A fantasy as a book, does the system work?
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College

2005-06-27T03:11:00.000-07:00

Dear god, is this guy obnoxious or what?
Here I am, minding my own buissness,
Sincere, actually reading up tutorials,
He tells me to switch off my mail account.

Anyway, here I was, minding my own buisness,
I admit it must have looked suspicious
With me typing when everyone else's mouse was on the move
But you can't blame me for that, can you?

One more day here, and I'll go quite insane
Depressing is the realisation - it's my bane
There is now more to bear - the new is
They now have marks for attendance here.

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Picasso and Me

2005-06-27T03:09:00.000-07:00

Frustrated minds cause no beauty to be
And are not creative, ever, I was told
Ha! say I, pointing to the otherwise plain wall
Where hangs a weatherbeaten imitation Picasso.

Trimphant at something I do not understand
I strut around, for finally, it is one for me
Then I wonder - was this master of squiggles
Spotches of great Meanings, as irritated as me?

Eastern / Western

2005-06-21T18:44:00.000-07:00

Eastern / Western
Stark Realization, Bland Truth

The final barrier is breached,
I now compartmentalize myself.
Name, label, fix, breakdown.
Answers are in there, Search!
Irony that another brings – me.
When did I stop feeling thoughts?
Logic, Science, exact components,
Confirm there are must be a pattern.
Search! For ultimate infinite.
A beginning there is, and an end.
Both beyond explanation, recognition.

The Way is lost, Knowledge forgotten
The Sum is more than the part
Feel describe, know all as One.
Answers do not exist, Remembrance!
Irony that I am – another.
When does one explain away truth?
Art, Motion, Beauty, Freedom to Be,
Remembrance of Nothing-Everything.
Nothing is there but cycles.
No beginning and no ends to reach.
For journey is the destination.

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