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sometimes, what seems like a series becomes an ad...
Flashes...Entertains, and then its gone...
life is such a breeze. Hahaha...

life on pause...

The soundtrack has looped thrice
as gentle shades pass swiftly
beside my mahogany frame.
My thoughts a mere canvas...

A young lad plays salesman
with his ideas on sale.
His friends play along
as if having a snow ball fight.

A woman exchange monologues
with a brood of stallions.
As the service crew exchange jokes
about their customers.

The star laden blanket
has covered the cloudy bed.
The wheel has run its common course
of drizzle, storm, drizzle, and calm.

With the bottom of my bowl surfacing,
And my caffeine tank is running on empty
I awake from my stony phase...
knowing everything is gone.

questions to a man from yesterday

Picking milk over coffee youngster?
You prefer the blink against the leaping lights
Choose to sleep when they have fun
Just another son of a gun!

Are you denying your pardon
For a well disguised resolve?
For all that you've chosen
has been offered, lay-away

How bad was it, Old man?
When you chose to kill than to save?
Did it split you in two?
Did you have to close your eyes?
Was melancholy your drink?
Did you loose yourself?
How bad was it wise one?

To prefer the sun from the drizzle,
buying ferns for your flower garden,
Find work to do for free,
Deny what you want to see

Are you denying your pardon
For a well disguised resolve?
For all that you've chosen
has been offered, and sold

How bad was it, Old man?
When you chose to lose than gain?
Did it split you in two?
Did you have to close your eyes?
Was melancholy your drink?
Did you have to sell your pulse?
How bad was it weary soul?

Did you feel surprised?
Or did you know all along?
Was "played" written in your nameplate?
Or is "relief" more suited?
Cheers for your storybook ending...
cheers...

How bad was it, Old man?
When you chose to be a slave?
Letting orders take you over.
Are those streamlines of tears?
Was pride your choice of drink?
How heavy was each step?
Did you have any doubt at all?

For regret was never your pillow...

There are times where the right thing will always be something that you won't like. It may make you feeling like yesterday's untouched lunch, but you'd make great fertilizer for sure.

for all love struck people out there...

You have always been there...
right beside me...in front of me...everywhere...
At sleepless nights or hours of fasting,
You have never failed to get my attention...
at times I have been weak and failed you immensely...
I've ignored your letters, refusing to budge.
I've mistreated you, abusing your weakness.
Saw your decline, but i failed to take action.
you tried to catch my eye, making mountains of signs
but I totally ignored your plea.
And when the time came that I ended up down and out,
you still remained there, beside me...without saying a word...
So here I am, right back where I started...
Trying to stay afloat...surviving...desperate...
To save you from utter ruin...
To show you my gratitude, my new found fidelity...
Setting my sails your way, towards your safe harbor.
Through high times, failures and deadlines...
I'd be here ready to chase the limelight with you...

Thank you for always being there for me.

---To my work, the only thing willing to be vulnerable to me...hahaha! Stress is fun:P

Jack fell down and broke his crown...

There are moments when "stressed" is a severe understatement to your status. This is one of those moments. Its been a while since i wrote on a blog (I really like to keep my thoughts private most of the time) but i guess this is just one of those days where online blots keep you in tune with what's important. Life will always be that darn vitamin you had to take in the morning. Oh well, here's to another summer. It looks like its bound for a lot of different things...things which i don't actually see as important, but pretty much needed for this rat race. But something is better than nothing right? So let the climb begin...

candystore stare

Its just so hard to control this candystore stare.

When force of habit takes over...
When restraint becomes your bitter friend...
As it integrated with every pace...
and tangles like gum in hair...
I really loathe this candystore stare...

When that accursed gleam blinds you
Or the expected view becomes hazy
you get cobwebs in a second
and start pacing like a baby
This candystore stare drives you crazy

"Sticky" would be thrown with its brother mush
With words being muffled down to a hush
When cloud nine is equated to a blank hall...
You know you've got it bad...
A candystore stare would be the worst to any lad

When "content" goes head to head with "contend"
When "reason" goes against "impulse"
When removing your hard hat becomes a site to behold
And a lame dance routine becomes the new mold
Each candystore stare will make you fold

When the itch to step forward becomes unbearable
the cup overflows with the very same recipe
That you've been avoiding all this time...
then working for peanuts becomes your favorite line
that candystore stare has poisoned your mind

As the proverbial carrot dangles at the end...
When the pattern comes to fruition, leaving a bend
"exit" becomes the viable option
"detour" becomes the safest resolve
The candystore stare becomes a problem to solve

* a follow up to the line, "a picture paints a thousand words"

simple summer bliss

As you delicately hold that firm handle...
...tug with mild force
As you snatch the apple of your eye...
...caress its moist skin
As anticipation builds...
...be cautious
As you gently lift...
...guide its gentle motion
As you fulfill your burning desire...
...be thankful and glad
For to proceed with reckless abandon...
...leaves for an accident waiting to happen...


* Thank God for water :p

salutations (something i wrote from a while back...excuse my french though;)

tread on forward my jolly friend
forget what makes you shiver
and keep walking ahead

don't mind the road signs
they're for the gullible kind
press on, charge on, leave nothing behind

Salutations away, pin my badge of honor
for its all I'll ever get in this story of plunder
give me rave reviews...
announce how tough my core
but it won't make a difference
for I'm the bastard you abhor

feel free in this tangled web
under the shady night sky
standing, waiting, aiming...

"don't you give up young soldier"
said my muzzled pulse as it embers
this porous existence leaks away...

"Salutations to you, hall of famer"
for its all I'll ever get in this story of blunder
you gave me rave reviews...
then announced that I'm a bore
it never made a difference...
to the bastard you just tore...

knots

over, under and pull
tightly suspended on both ways
wash, rinse, repeat as always
the build up is in progress
with twists, turns, and stress

such a pity being entangled
when free will is shackled
by a weakened beat
and a helpless link
the chink in anyone's armor

each strand intertwined
trapping willing hands
how pitiful...a hopeless bravado
how ruthless...a false projection
how ironic...an expected outcome...

***just when you thought things were about to get better
It's still the same complicated but simple matter