Saturday, September 12, 2009

h eight

watching you try so hard amuses me
how you so desperately seek acceptance in society
don't get me wrong, it's not wrong
it's just funny how you always fail

after all,

silence is as deep as eternity, speech, shallow as time

Sunday, July 19, 2009


we say many things
but people only hear

we do many things
but people only see

is this the way the world is meant to be?
history just repeats itself again and again and again and ...

Friday, July 3, 2009


dark blue on repeat
if we want something, we'll find a way through
the fact that nothing's happened yet means one thing

You'll see little man, plenty of times you be alone. You different like us, it's gonna be that way. But I tell you a little secret I find out. We know we alone. Fat people, skinny people, tall people, white people... they just as alone as us... but they scared shitless. - Ngunda Oti

we can't always have our finger in every pie
after all, raspberry and blueberry don't go together
but here, i only smell my pie

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


a good foundation in arts and science
and some spatial vision or summat
turns into structures of art whose concepts are meant to be portrayed to the public
so challenging!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

it never hurts to love...too much

dragging his shoes across the floor, john scaled flight after flight after flight. drudgingly yanking the pale blue oak frame resting precariously on it's hinges, and tumbling in. A smell hit him. Not the smell you would expect to find from a field of flowers or the kind of fresh scent you get when you wake up in the morning. This fragrance was half stale half bitter, with just a tiny tinge of perspiration. some, would not consider this a fragrance at all. plonking on his crazily mass-produced polyesterine cradle, supported wearily by columns of iron, he tried to recall the schedule of the day, to no avail. around john were characters of all sorts, engaging in their own individual activies. there were those who were resting, and those who were restless. but among this sparse population of individuals scattered about the corners, there was this densely populated corner, where things were more interesting. among the corner was a king, their king. who ruled with intimidation and dominance over his subjects. with greedy desire to make the most of his hands, he pushes, plunders, pinches and pretends. giving plain ordinary situations a catch, of that which he would match. john spots a power in this ruler: the power of unreasonability, which of course, became reasonable under his turf. blinded by day and shielded by night his reign lasts forever. this king always turns out top on the charts, less the charts be toppled. john thought silently to himself, "absurd; the clutches of enticement"

see you on friday! :D

Thursday, April 16, 2009


the reason i laugh and the reason i ...
don't you know the reason i rhyme?

Sunday, April 5, 2009


and i just want to say
i never knew it would turn out this way
i can't trust you
don't for a second think you feel me
because you can never fathom life the way i see it