<Inside The Mind Of The Deluded Voodoo Child>

What A Wicked Thing To Say...

Divinity beyond the reach of Caprice,
And a niche that bears a fluttering flame.

Here i sit, sheathed from wicked games.

Your wicked games are the lining of an orb,
Play and Surrender.
The Orb will break.

Caprice hath forsaken. The Orb thickens, stands imperishable.
Its structure, remnant of past failures and scarlet tears. It shall hold, unless Destiny delivers its infamous blow.
I shall fight, I shall not let my sword fall.
It is my time. It is MY Game..

...Before the sword is raised,
The samurai must find what he fights for.
Only then, will the sword rest.

The Orb thickens, but remember, the ocean raves and rages and whips itself into the frenzy of Olympic waves, before it kneels to the grain of sand.

All music must rise, before it can subside.

Did Priam's words to Paris ever justify war for love? Nay, for Love's doing was worse than that of the sword, and that is the object of fear today.

The ocean's act of acquiesance, its passion borne whole by the tides, the climax upon the sand, leaves nothing but a wet beach where time leaves its footprints. What if it is a memory and nothing more? What if the orb you spun around me, the orb that i revel in, remains just... another dream...? That is the object of fear today.

The music hath risen. The dance has begun. Nothing can subside now. Nothing can end it now....

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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Dancer Musings.

A girl was walking down the pathway in the grass. it was night, but a distant light fell on her figure, elaborating her beauty. she silently tiptoed onto the pavement, and giggled with glee as her feet grazed by the wet grass. her loose white gown flew as she glided gracefully, looking towards the sky and smiling as the raindrops pecked her face, blinking every now and then when a raindrop falls too... close... she spreads her arms, clenching her shawl in her left hand.
she's not running, but she's not walking either. she is the horizontal rain.
is she? is she Bliss...? is she the Dance of the Gods?
is she the dream where i lost myself...?

The girl stops for a moment. In a spiral of stories, amidst which she walks, there is one that she has not seen before.She lifts it out of the air around her, like early-morning sunshine that peels off the stench of antiquity off our coffee tables, and lets it glide across her hands. Its new. Through it, the horizontal rain touches her differently.
Sometimes, we think we lose ourselves in dreams, not really sensing, that we have just switched dreams. Or glided from one dream into another. Some part of one dream, found a passageway leading into another, and hence, the connection.
And then the Dance.
Is it divinity?
God?
Or could it be, that its really us?

she never stopped. her being became the spiral, and she herself was lifted from the myriad of understanding.
she twirls round and round, like a quagmire channelling a hurricane. she has become the dervish. she shall become the mystic.
she swivels and congeals herself in a cocoon of dreams - silvery and shining threads of affection and passion. within it is the portal that transports her from one dream to another, from one reality to another, from solitude to union.
but it is not divinity.
not God either.
you're right. its us.

What is "us", she wonders, if "us" is not God.
The cocoon of dreams is, but a cocoon. All cocoons break to allow the whirling dervish to pass into the the next halo circling the centre.
From halo to halo, she refuses to believe that there is anything beyond these haloes. He tells her, yes, that the circle can be torn through, that there will be an uplifting off of her "being".
But she is looking for the centre. Essentially, the centre.

It is the eye of the storm that she wants.

If it is "us", she wonders, then what, she asks, is "us"?

us is fire. us is the lust she burns in.
us is the desire that resides within the storm she sees.
us is the sparkle of the cocoon thread.
us is everything. us is divinity.
us is the purity of the halo.

and she is the achievement of desire. she is pleasure, she is climax.
she is the dream. she is the halo. she is the cocoon. she is God.
and We are Divinity...

Ah. Us. She understands. But she needs to reaffirm that "us" really exists.
So she reaches out and touches "us". Fingers scrape against black. She wonders if the fire will burn her. But then she realizes, that fire does not burn fire.

They dance as one.

She is the cocoon. But the black she touches leads her out of it. Into the knowledge that she burns too. That they all burn.
And in "us", we find divinity. And God. And the four elements. One.

She holds onto the story now. Struggles to keep it close. Her fingers are not ready for the emptiness of a disconnected dream anymore. She wants the "oneness".

Questions of Science; science and progress - don't speak as loud as my heart.
Tell Me You Love Me.
Come Back and Haunt Me.
I Wanna Rush to the Start

Coldplay's good, no?

yeah, Coldplay works..

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Saturday, July 16, 2005

Mockingbird

to Khyzer Mir and the morning twilight. cheers! :D

Yeah
I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now
But hey, what daddy always tell you?
Straighten up little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you crying about?
You got me

Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
When I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
Cuz you're scared, I ain't there?
Daddy's with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddy's here, no more nightmares
We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
Laney uncles crazy, aint he?
Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin' puzzled, in a daze
I know it's confusing you
Daddy's always on the move, mamma's always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don't see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream

[Chorus]
Now hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, i told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But i promise momma's gon' be alright

It's funny
I remember back one year when daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up
And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me
Cuz daddy couldn't buy 'em
I'll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying
Cuz daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
And at the time every house that we lived in
Either kept getting broke into and robbed
Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart
Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back
On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And that's when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre
And flew you and momma out to see me
But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn't like it
And you and Laney were to young to understand it
Papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
Cuz all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I'm sittin in this empty house, just reminiscing
Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here
Laney I'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here
I like the sound of that, yeah
It's got a ring to it don't it?
Shh, momma's only gone for the moment

[Chorus]

And if you ask me too
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'mma give you the world
I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
I'mma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'mma break that birdies neck
I'd go back to the jewler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad (haha)

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Thursday, July 07, 2005

A Solution To Terror.

The following is a conversation between two emotionally unstable Philosopher-Lunatics;

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
u know what would be the best thing to do

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
a charity boxing match between bush and laden.

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
hahahah

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
that'd be fun!

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
seriously..

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
the world will live in peace forever.

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
deaths wouldn't be cuz of terrorist attacks

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
and in thisssss corner! weighing in at a mere forty pounds because of liver damage and living in afghanistan's caves, standing a staggering six-foot-two and body mostly covered in hair, the reigning king of evil, the destroyer of the twin towers, osssssaama bin laden.

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
but cancer, natural death, suicides, accidents, overdose

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
haha

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
that would be fun..

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
and in this corner, the leader of the free world, reigning heavyweight champion of the middlewieght chimpanzee boxing association, with a texan accent and a wife that cheats on him by secretly servicing the secret service, george 'dubya' bush!

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
hahaha

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
aight you pussies! no low blows haha!

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
HAHA

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
good one..

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
is that a paper airplane i see in osama's glove?

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
i have forgotten all those wrestling terminologies

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
waisay that would be fun..

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
lets start a campaign and make them do this

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
hahahaha

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
c'mon..we could persuade bob geldof to join us

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
hahahaha

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
aand sebastian coe!

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
yeh..why should innocent ppl die..

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
c'mon pussies..u wanted to fight..beat the shit outa each other!

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
it would be, by far, the biggest boxing event ever

there are far too many of you dying.. says:
man..muhammad ali would shave his head

- Tell Me You Love Me, Come Back And Haunt Me, I Wanna Rush To The Start... - says:
hahaha

Dedicated to memory of those who died in Aldgate, London (and related blasts) on July 7th, 2005.
To the memory of all those who have died to this date due to the politicization of 'terror'.

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