delusion of dreams

Friday, September 30, 2005

ASK
Ask not what I want…
But ask what you can’t do for me
For what I may ask…
May not be all that you can give.

What I want… is, ... what I’ve always been given.
Behind Pillowed Clouds
Hiding behind pillowed clouds
I dare not venture for I dare not feel
Expectations.
Repeated words will be your downfall,
… do you not see?

A clean canvas has been doused with grey
The unknowing painter has learnt to paint.
Putting words into place, turning…
turning them into existence in the mind
Take away the negatives on film
… and that will leave us exposed.

Hiding… hiding from what may be
Hiding from the revelation of perfection.
I want to live in my own delusions
To sustain the fallacy of truth.
You will never know..... how right you were.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Why do I…

… miss you when I have an impression of you perpetually on my mind…
… yearn for the warmth of your embrace in the long cold nights…
… reflect on all possibilities and times ahead when you live in the present…
… feel like every tomorrow is in your hands and every moment is precious…
… not trust the way I am with you when there are no inhibitions to hold me back…
… long for different hours to be condensed and extended within the same day…
… have eternal butterflies when you’re in my presence though it’s been months…
… love even the worst moments of unintentional misgivings for its revelations…

Because…..
you are missed, yearned for, reflected upon, felt for, trusted, longed for, had and loved.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

a kaleidoscope of thoughts

You know..... I reckon that everyone thinks or believes that whatever they are doing, is the best option or choice; whether it comes to making a decision or making someone happy. But being human as we are (unfortunate really), those options / choices are purely selfish on its own. I guess the irony is that we always think we're doing it in the best interest of others but ultimately, we are just making life simpler for us. US = U + ME. We, the individuals. Hah! That is an oxymoron as I write. :P Anyway, I digress.....

I guess what I'm trying to say is. FEEL. Not with your head, but listen to your heart (as Roxette would say). Haiyo, damn corny I am today. Sadness! A-N-Y-H-O-W... whatever emotions we feel, there is a little bit of thought into it, the rationalization. And maybe that's the problem. No one feels or takes things straight from the heart anymore. Call it experience, call it hurt, call in fear. We are all afraid to feel pain, we the sadomasochist on earth - afraid. Pain is albeit the greatest teacher of emotions. Nothing strikes a deeper chord nor makes us feel / remember things more than hurt. It's like prodding mice with electric rods and seeing the reaction, or putting a magnifying glass over an ant in the hot sun. We, the masochist, are.

"Mean what you say, say what you mean." Great words. Not practiced. We say what others want to hear, we mean what others will interpret our words to be. I swear, if we were to go on about thinking or anticipating everyone's thoughts, action, reactions... we would never be able to say a single thing. Why? Because we just don't say what we mean to say, what we want to say. It's always good to be mindful of words that could sting. But freedom of expression, of thought, is becoming a rare commodity.

Words aren't alone on this same spectrum. Emotions / actions are dealt in the same way. We no longer show true emotions for they are deemed a weakness in character. My sentiments? SO FREAKIN WHAT? Is it really that wrong to be weak because you love? Give me a fool in love any day, over a fool who doesn't know how to love. Actions speak louder than words and those of us who feel the need to hide that, I truly feel sorry for. The minute you can't be true to your own emotions, you aren't being true to yourself.

Maybe we should all adopt the neorealist approach to foreign policy in our own lives - what matters is the behavior, not the nature. It's what one does, not who we are, that defines us. Actions louder than words? For you... I reckon not.

Monday, September 12, 2005

which way...

the heart stops. the actions move on...
So you say...... does that mean that your actions are betraying the way you feel? Or are we really capable of separating our physical and emotional, keeping them exclusive from each other? I reckon a lot of factors would come into play to answer this... another person becomes a statistic, a sad fact of life.

Monday, September 05, 2005

It still remains.....
all on my own.