Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Broken Strings (Remix) - James Morrison
They spend so much effort in deciphering the mysterious way of the words in the Bible, but nothing more than a few breaths of respiration necessary for the time spent to read my posts.
Because the things said in the Bible helps.
But although my consistency and conflicting sayings are not as absolute and nil respectively as the Bible, I feel I'm receiving a bit too much of a condemnation by the heckcaring attitude of others.
Sobs.
Oh well, but I do know that I could write my holy bible and lead a people secretly-I-find-ludicrous if I put in my absolute energy. For all I need is in my mind.
And my flaws will be too unnoticeable, except to those who dare to defy what I said oh-so firmly.
I might be digging into my own grave, now that I say this out. :O
come on, this life is meant to have fun. Love is.. uh whachamacallit.
therefore in their intelligence should realize they to start a harder tryation for at least impacting a change in the person.
that ain't English as we know.
But sometimes I speak like that, because it's useful, because the unseen efficiency exists.
and it'll be unapologetic of me. because I did no wrong - in fact I was free when I created a new language.
Language. Any one of them. forces one to take the ideal perspective to someone's expression as the language's core founders see fit, and a style the modern mentors and establishers see good fitting for writing, reading, speaking and listening. But general people forgot they have their own perception the more they use words they're being taught, unlike the children and unlike those who mastered themselves in English and make it their own. but still it doesn't have to come to this. why haven't you started your own language before, when you had the means to before the present when it's too late? haven't you see that woe of yours to sometimes fail to express yourself through educated-words? oh how unconscious it could be.
The language of life is simple and short. - it is composed and understood by the heart.
But the language we learn to entertain people's expressions is complicated and maybe too ambitious, though it might had been done out of goodwill. now it's most probably due to obligation.
Don't judge someone by what they say.
PS: You might just find that faith is the key thing. Accompanied with a little heart, and you can hear what someone is truly trying to say. But that's near impossible since work became a chore. And understanding became a work.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Like a Virginia Woolf. When you refer it to a thing... "it" being the idea of the singularity of the subject, in the case of Virginia... Therefore if you happen to, you are talking of the what of Virginia Woolf, her socially classified lifeless qualities. While if you refer it to a human, you are talking of the who, the character of her.
I don't want to be Virginia Woolf because we have ourselves to be. We have our own unique standpoint. But how I wish I can have her writing skills though - it is not just skills... it is the nature that's in her skills. The nature of Virginia Woolf.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
this is real.
my life was real. the past.
a confirmation. that.
the ways i'd tried were not futile. neither was the understanding i have to get answers.
it was fruitful.
and it shall continue to be...
i'm coming.
so look out for me.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
our hobbies,
our thinking,
our language,
our ideas.
the things that we desperately pursue, all because of the fear.
that fear, was created by us, by the ideas of life we have, because no one changed those ideas they have, that's why the fear still exists. and this world almost everyone is like that. therefore it shaped itself to something so pathetic, great ideas shy itself from being conceived in the minds of most people. so unconsciously, yet so pathetic. them all the blind people can't see, only the visionary can.
institutions robbed my life from me. apart from 'how dare they'. they even think that i'm ungrateful. i wrestled with myself alone in the darkness. these institutions had helped me nothing. instead, i was the one who brought in new ideas to them. ideas for betterment. plans that can be conceived, with just a little belief. i asked for nothing in return except their initiative to be a little more imaginative - i tried to achieve this by inspiring them, not by obligation. how much does that hurt them? no, they won't do it because they are afraid to. they are overtaken by the fear. the same fucking fear i was talking about.
- uncompleted.
pencil on paper.
approx A4 +.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
am i, unrighteous when i say someone has to die!!
aren't we not living the lives of others! who are you to assume jurisdiction over the multiformity of their opinions without second thought!?
when they think that the key of completion of life, might be the act of putting life away...
thus it be, he who dies will be ...the poet. ...The Visionary.
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when my head is clear, everyone can die
by my words. by my initiatives.
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funny how I have the choice to use white science or black science, to regenerate, or degenerate.
Haha.
Life's a comedy to those who think. I'm thinking now.
who says I keep feeling?
who.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
recognise thoughts;
recognise spirits;
to know of hearts, to forebode of minds, to find - the soul hiding deep inside a person.
when is a person's genuineness?
how soon will care reveal its true nature to every individual?
and will that individual not reject the nakedness he sees, that of the full burden of responsibility he has to carry? will he choose to stop. will he give up? will he, rather had done nothing than do a bad thing? or will he, in the most disgusting of options that remains, chooses to pretend he had not learnt of anything? will his discernment be worthy of its blessings, or blessings as a gift, if he was meant to have the gift of discernment? will it be so then, what he has discerned he poured in wisdom to the gaps? the gaps, which is the thing that's rooting the problems on the outer realm, or thing which the Christians say and God defined - Sin?
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
but then again, it is just a come and go feeling.
of writing/expressing,
it's no lie.
i'm in this fully alone.
it's no skepticism.
they're impossible to help.
it's no falsity.
to say the mad visionaries see truth.
and truth the commoners see a madness.
Alright.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
That was a good attempt.
God, you are to be credited.
Of, something else...
had a wonderful chat.
a need met.
an uncomprehendable graditude for you.
a godsent miracle listener.
:) my comforted soul have received its need,
despite my follys being so big.
Thy grace.
Love.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
let the light touch me by incoming songs.
like transporting a bit of you by a bus.
a service so wonderful,
to this barren and dark place.
For I know there is nowhere in this world where the grace of God cannot reach me.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
One Of Us - Joan Osborne.mp3 -