talking of Michaelangelo.
Monday, May 26, 2014
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chanced upon // 10:37 pm
that's why we love music so much it kind of transcendent goes beyond linguistic meaning but it is more meaningful than noise you didn't need to understand the meaning of the song but if the feeling of it works you can enjoy it many many times even if you don't really fully understand
it's a kind of tragic but triumphant feeling
well you only need the light when it's burning low
staring at the bottom of your glass
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
but dreams come slow and they go so fast
only hate the road when you're missin' home
Friday, May 23, 2014
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beep // 7:51 am
Inside this big bomb where I am,
I work inside it.
There's another bomb inside biding its time.
My wing is caught and I can't get out. Oh wait, I never had wings.
So what has caught me and what has it caught?
It tumbles. I close my eyes to sleep and it keeps... keeps... going.
Miserable week.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
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mr. roboto // 8:39 pm
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Mata ahoo Hima de
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Himitsu wo shiritai
You're wondering who I am
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
Machine or mannequin
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
With parts made in Japan
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
I am the modren man
I've got a secret, I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling
My brain I.B.M., so if you see me
Acting strangely, don't be surprised
I'm just a man who needed someone
And somewhere to hide
To keep me alive, just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive
I'm not a robot without emotions
I'm not what you see
I've come to help you
With your problems, so we can be free
I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour
Forget what you know
I'm just a man whose circumstances
Went beyond his control
Beyond my control, we all need control
I need control, we all need control
I am the modren man
(Secret, secret I've got a secret)
Who hides behind a mask
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
So no one else can see
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
My true identity
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo, Domo
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo, Domo
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For helping me escape
Just when I needed to
Thank you, thank you, thank you
I want to thank you
Please, thank you, oh
The problem's plain to see
Too much technology
Machines to save our lives
Machines, de-humanize
The time has come at last
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
To throw away this mask
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
Now everyone can see
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
My true identity, I'm ....
Who am I?
I want to leave, I want to hide.
Friday, May 16, 2014
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missing // 7:48 am
Something is missing,
Missing. Woken in the morning
from a night of strange dreams that
should not be spoken of. Dark and empty,
I am missing something. And a short message,
it cannot replace the words the regular warmth.
It cannot help me wake this morning.
Missing, a lot.
Feel a bit lost this morning in the blur of the busy.
The people the people the things the people I want to hide.
I just want to hide and be. Leave me be.
The goodnights, half muttered, burnt out. Most mornings no more.
2 more days until this is all over, please let next week be better.
Make it go faster so I can finally have my day.
(But the dreams, they linger and who, who was it that
lingered, the remnants still... there? Why and who are you to
have made such an impact that years later you come back to me?
Maybe you represent my failure, my loss but you come back to haunt me
and then disappoint those around me and you are gone and I want to be gone too.)
Sunday, May 11, 2014
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rain stained glass and thunder // 8:13 pm
Standing under
and all around rain falls
I have no umbrella
It falls and all around you there is
only light and sound and
flood.
Whoooosh
I'm back in Laos, where the rain drenches
I'm back in Kingston, where the puddles make me smile
I'm back in Coolangatta, where the waves roar as loud as the rain falling
I'm back in Manila, where I was kissed
It doesn't rain, it pours.
Thursday, May 08, 2014
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goodness? // 9:00 pm
This scatter minded post, like my desk at work.
Someone once told me that someone truly grateful is truly happy. I'm always asking for more, of myself, of those around me. Perhaps I'm too demanding. I should just sit back and be grateful for what I have and what I've done. Otherwise, it'll all go to spoil and I'll ruin things.
The people around me are so good, so full, so enough, so beautiful. They bring me joy, they make me feel close and happy and warm. And it is enough. Suficiente.
I sat surrounded by a million stars and there I was wondering what the light was in the distance on earth. The light closer to me. The stars out there ignored. I am so consumed with the life here I can't even enjoy a little bit of the OUT THERE. I wish I was better. I wasted my moment there. He urged me to go further, but I stopped him. I pulled him back. I shouldn't do that. I should let him take me. He has opened my eyes to so much.
In the dark, true dark, you hold out your hand and you can't even see your own five fingers.
Yes, I am grateful. I am so grateful for the things I have done with him and for the discoveries I've made about myself. Things that I can do, things I am limited by.
It felt so alive. The wind, the shouting. YALA! YALA! We go. We speed into the vast. The empty. The sun.
My dearest friend asked about goodness, about gentleness, about bitterness. My heart aches, for he cannot see how good he is already and how he does not deserve this, how for once he should be selfish, let himself be.
Goodness, I am grateful for the goodness I have in me, for the goodness I have been given and for the goodness I have been taught by my closest.
This scatter minded post, like the floor I should clean...
(Alas! I still haven't fully unpacked!)
Shit this comeback post is too long. Mess.
