Serated Cacophony of the Heart

Regarding finalities…

Theres nothing said and done.

the silence on the end of the  line

does not prove any complicity at any side

Still… my mind rumbles and hopes….

a finality in all dreams… a fulfilment to things divinely claimed,

Yet in the state of rest I sit…

against cool dusk winds of heavensent content.

I need not worry as before… for I am in perfect care.

whatever the conclusion, it’s all for a bigger picture

for all dreams are already requited,

only….that they were never claimed.

Lifeline

I have led this world of hurt

a rusty nail to the head

an infectionful of paranoia and hate,

But what did I have to lose?

What di I have to be pround of?

For before I was a man I was like a worm,

a vesselful of insecurites… like in coffinful of insects,

Would you do the same if you were me?

Would you cry out to above

and believe of the Son above?

A call to the heavens on a Friday,

an end of a week in sight,

asphalt roads throb with the pulse of the motor,

a job well done …another day fed to commerce,

by then the moon rises from nowhere,

like a bored eye to the lights below…

her impassive gaze is like a thought sent adrift

a simplicy in  radiance, beckoning a glow of comprenhension to the mind

a moment of utter calm on earth, in between snake diplomacy and wars.

Ah!To be alive in this time of the night…

to witness the passing of souls exalted and blessed

a gift unknown amidst the daily torment

of sublime insinuations and bug feeler politics,

For some it is too far, for the preasure was too great

a  knock to the wedge that held everything,

and into bloodied  screaming mindfunk they plunged,

Gone into their own world of delusions….

Gone now like Job amidst the ruins.

But in fitlful sleep, a good God watches,

a good God that takes note no demerits,

For even at the docks of pain  you’d wait,

a silent observer, like an all seeing bird

waits amidst darkness to take you away,

away from the waters edge of a flood

and into to the sanctity of the  arms of a King,

For the sorrow of blackened rivers are not enough to dam one soul

Not even the snarl of the tides and the insult of winds

could even bring you down!

You are strong… for the strength is within…

a gift given to us, as the blood on the cross

fell to this earth.

Why, Why, Why

A pocketful of bullets in your hands

a singular thought in your mind…

one thought to kill, a million words to erase,

a thousand yard full of ash and shit is the record

it’s only through the Blood it could be washed.

Build the tower to your redemption,

you’d try… and it’s a litany of dry bone,

scratch madly for the answer… the storm of  confusion is your reply

wait for the answer and you will find,

the sign of the cross, the nail on  the battered  flesh

Mood: Whatever…I need a bath,dammit… 

Music:  Charlie Brown theme song (Charlie Mingus)

It is a Saturday and it feels good. The whole idea of taking two days of the week and making it a day of rest is as ingenious as putting  french fries along with any medium rare meat.

First up…I’m glad this week is to end in a good note. I couldn’t ask for anything more, dude… you just don’t need anything else to substitute for that. These are other things that pretty much that made my week, from the pressing to the trivial. But the fact that there is a God that loves me up theres is the crowning glory of it all.  I may not be the most honarable of all men but at least despite all that He loves me. And that by itself is cool. Period.

I’m pretty much curious about the works of Kurt Vonnegut. A brief glance into the article on Yahoo revealed a rather sardonic yet season look into the affairs of the world, especially in politics in general. I have gone beyond Bush bashing and all other tripe but it’s pretty much intresting to see how one individual American’s stands in time of crisis and what not. Basically to read the work of writer is one way to get into is head but an interview is pretty much highlights the black and white; a clearcut way of getting into the neuorosis of a particular character. It may not do much revela much most of the time but at least you get spiels of information (or dirt as some people would call it)

Practice at 7. Until then have plenty time to kill. Might be going out later. Then again maybe not…whatever the case, we are going to have one late lunch. Feel like going to Bau again. I don’t know why…I have a very special affinity for that place…especially Tasik Biru. Not much of lake and you’d probably could get skin disease from swiming in it on account of the arsenic but the scenrary is awesome. Pure quietness and bliss personified in one scenario. The best meory of that place was when I went there with my uncle 5 years back. Some guys over the other side of the lake were pumping some joget songs and having some barbeque. Some might say it’s irritating but that’s what I call real chilling. None of them cocktail party politics crap.

Work going fine on schedule. Started Exterior peice on Thursday. Didn’t do much on Friday on acount of lerthargy and slight burn out. Probalby get started by Monday on the whole thing. Wow. Doing this is fun. You’d probalby know by then how guys like Vincent Van Gogh gets his kicks.

Food to rave about: Salad Squid Fried Rice. Shit…if I were to die with a big creepy grin on my face it better be with that!