YDecember 12, 2011
I AM THE RAIN
...I AM THE RAIN...
I live like her in the clouds
and die like her in the sand.
I fall like her to the trees
and rest like her in the grass.
I cry like her from the heavens.
I lick the cheeks and hide the tears from them.
I flood rivers and enrich soil.
I make one flower grow
when I drown another.
I drench their leaves.
I am needed and dreaded and wanted,
and thirsted for
and hated.
I am a cycle;
So constant.
So inevitable.
I am the romance falling from the sky
as lovers kiss hello and goodbye
and everything in between.
...I AM THE RAIN...
YJune 29, 2011
Dont Fall IN Love..FALL IN CHOCOLATE INSTEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YJune 25, 2011
hmmm was not in a normal state during the previous post..for those who got it completely wrong..here is some explanations..This post is not written for anyone else..it is for ME..and ME only...Ever got an overwhelming of emotions??well i did..i found some kinda revelation..
something in my head changed..
Perception changed..
Sensation changed..
Span changed..
How does it feel to open your eyes to a complete different and new world???
Personally i think it feels great..
Sure maybe it will not be so easy to adapt to a new state of mind...
But i think it really is great..
It feel good to be in control..in control of,
Myself..
My mind..
My needs..
My wants..
My emotions..
I love the idea of being able to think and say: "Ok"
OK to everything i want..
I love the idea of being able to think and say: "If i get wot I want am happy...if I don't, am happy too"
Simple concept but which is really making me comfortable and happy...with so much inner peace..
Am a writer ...n my Emotions always influenced my wittings..my lyrics.. my poems..my stories...
But not anymore...Am free...
Am Free of a burden called 'mood' ...
Am Free to be Free...
I love who i want...If am loved in return, wot can be more perfect...If am not, its even more perfect...
Isn't life all about it anyway...
Today i can say that i reached a level where i can understand wot is going on in my mind...
Today we are all here...where will we all be tomorrow??
Enjoy to the max, we always say...but...
I now realize there's a 'but'...there always is..now its up to me to make use of that 'but'...
I've always tried living my life based on this...but I guess at some point I strayed...and Am very thankful towards those who made me realized how stupid I was...And this is how I'm trying to get back on track..If I got it all right..Here it is..One of the most beautiful extract there can be..
Here it is , talking of spiritual bonding...Of how the famous 'but' is always present..we all only have choices in life..its always the same..
Either yes or no..
Either this or that..
Either him or her..
Either here or there..
But unfortunately we ppl we create complications..we create something which we call 'in-between' these choices..we ask ourselves about 'what if' , we think about consequences ...we do many things which just add complications to a simple life..
So for now..just these few minutes..
let's just be simple..
let's think simple..
let's live simple...
let's appreciate this masterpiece of Kahlil Jibran Talking about the theme of Love...starting by 'but'...
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea
between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread,
but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping,
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.
YJune 24, 2011
well i guess i just cant stop...hmm since im still blogging..i better publish a few stuffs i wrote this year..well the gift didnt left me just the inspiration..n lately someone gave me lots of inspiration again...so here r few old stuffs..hope u enjoy..n plz..this is copywrited..so just enjoy..widout stealing..
Freed by an Angel:
A morning dawned like all of them do.
A day will come, a day will pass.
But something happened during the night.
A feeling flying in the air,
Piercing her heart.
Somewhere near an Angel sighs,
Spreads his wings and starts to cry
For prayers today would not suffice,
He knew,
Night would fall on her heart twice.
The darkness came without a sign.
A terror came and robbed her blind.
The minutes passed and darkness grew,
The Angel watched in fear.
His Love had all but consent from above.
Vile hiding in every human’s face
Had chosen it's time, and chosen it’s place.
The Angel peered with clouded eyes,
As smoke and ashes filled her skies,
And she knew when the heavens cleared
It will all over start again.
She was destined to be lost, to be scared, to be lonely.
What she didn’t know was a secret love.
A love yearning to soothe her of all earth’s pain.
He couldn’t bear seeing her tears.
It just added to his.
He couldn’t wait anymore.
Despite the prohibition.
From the darkness came a light,
As bright as one from Heaven might,
And from the depths of pain and despair.
Thousands of Angels were suddenly there.
They shined their light for her to see.
That they make up the Land of the Free,
The Angel watched thankfully, as others disappeared
He turned to his loved one through eyes filled with blissful tears.
And the light grew brighter, each second more true,
The Angel stood up and started to fly
On his way back to Heaven with tears of joy in her eyes.
With her in his arms, secure near his heart.
For she knew from this day on, her agony was gone forever.
Earth’s loss was heavy on a day such as this.
Her worth would now be realized by all.
YJune 20, 2011
Am not ugly.Am not stupid.
Am not without ambitions.
Am not Dependant.
Yes Am retarded
But am cute,
I Can Love.
I Can Talk.
I Can Laugh.
I Can Have fun.
I Can Cook.
I Can Write.
I Can Draw.
I Can Dress Up.
I Can do a million Of other things.
I have thousands of friends.
Am Accomplished.
But y is it that sometimes only one person is enough to bring u down to the lowest level of hell.
Breaking down your confidence, your ego, and everything else.
As someone intelligent said, this will just be for a a while.
Every pain is always just for a while.
But waiting for it to stop is quite hard. It always is.
Everything will be fine as always.
The wait is intolerable.
These advices i gave a millions times...i cant even apply them for my own self...
Only one thing i can do is to write.
Write n write n write.
writing while waiting for it all to stop.
It will.
Am Sure.
well since i can only write..let the freedom of expression sway:The sun has disappeared
with the last traces of restriction.
And now i'm tracing your lips
with breezy temptation.
Thinking of you whispering abomination in my ears,
in the color of promises,
that were meant to be broken.
And i let these delusions
fall upon deaf ears,
as i worship you in long sighs
for i know that this will only last the night.
Theres a fever growing inside of me
that I can't explain,Something so deep, so dark.
I just want to be mind-fucked.
And I smile in silent understanding,
knowing that you'll be just beyond the riverbend.
Blooming beneath naked skies,.
As I sacrifice myself for me
Don't hide now,
the sun is just beginning to rise.
And I can sense the urgency.
I see heaven in your eyes,
as you part your lips in silent ecstacy
But now the sun is upand we have to part ways,but know I'll be waiting amid the stars,
to pull you into my fairytale again
and kiss the lost hours.
Yes you are afraid to live when most are afraid to die.
Why BAby WHY? WHy NOt GIve URself A chance to LIve and BE happy??Why not GIve me a chance to Make You Happy?? I so wished I could ...
YMay 25, 2011
Am A BITCH THEN :)
N am not letting Tchoo go to sleep...why?
Koz i feel like blogging n I don't wanna be Alone..I dont like to feel Alone...Ave been Alone for too long..Well guess this will be my last post for tonite..I love you All!!!!
A writer
is nothing more
than another type
of
Bitch
But you would never think
they were one
and the same.
With the calls,
the sweet whispers,
When you enter
our world.
"come
read my work
hot stuff"
And a wink,
A flash of inspiration,
Raised,
coquettishly.
A hint,
of what is to come,
If you spend the time,
and look into
the rest.
"Leave a comment
darling.
Let me know
what you think
of what
i have
to offer"
Is the nightly call,
as your cursor,
lazily,
strolls by
stroking each
option.
The titles
meant
to catch your eye
and capture
your
attention.
The shadows,
The darkness,
Late On Birthday nights,
Is where the poet whores
hide,
And wait
to sell themselves.
To throw
their naked
works
at those
who pass by
begging
for
just one
little
word
of acceptance.
"hhhmmm baby
gimme a little
commentary"
Just between
you and I.
Be wary
The desperate
are not
very picky.
They take
what they can get.
Do not mistake
their joy
of receiving
your opinion
as the desire
to reciprocate.
They'll tuck
your observations
into their g-string
of self-interest.
Say their thanks
and be off
to the next
client.
YDecember 31, 2009
This is an electric Trumpet...
Kinda weird right???Found this n just thought of sharing...
Looks more like a machine gun to me!!!! :D
Ever get so frustrated you want to bang your head against the wall?Though banging one's head against a wall has certain benefits, there are down sides, too.
- It often damages the wall.
- It disturbs co-workers in neighboring offices or cubicles.
- Head banging injuries are often not covered by company health plans. (Insurance companies consider it cosmetic brain surgery.)
GOT DUMPED AGAIN...
AS I ALWAYS ADVICE EVERY GIRL I KNEW... FIRST TIME U GET DUMPED THEN THE IDIOT IS STUPID...IF U GET DUMPED BY THE SAME GUY MORE THAN ONE TIME N UR STILL AROUND THEN U R STUPIDDD....
WELL I GUESS I TURNED OUT TO BE STUPID EVEN IF EVERYONE THINK AM SOO SMART :/ :/ :/ :/ :/ :/
BUT THE BEST PART IS..TO GET DUMPED ON FACEBOOK OR MSN :/ :/ :/ :/ :/ THATS THW WORST KIND OF BREAK UP U CAN HAVE...
ANYWAY WELL HERE IS THE WAY I WOULD LIKED TO HAVE GOT DUMPED LOOOLL..
AT LEAST ITS FUNNY N ORIGINALL......INSTEAD OF THE NORMAL CHEAP TALK ..
"U DONT DESERVE ME"..
"OR IM THINKING OF U, THATS Y".....
THE CLASSICAL "ITS NOT YOU, ITS ME"
PFFFFF ..THAT'S SO TYPICAL OF GUYS......SOMETIMES I WISHED I WAS KIND OF GIRLISH ..AT LEATS I WOULD HAVE FALLEN FOR THESE STUPID TALKS...
BUT WELL LIFE GOES ON..N THE BEST IS YET TO COME :) RISK IS MY 2ND NATURE..N FOR LONG I HAVEN'T TAKEN ANY RISK...I THINK ITS HIGH TIME FOR A NEW ADVENTURE....
Grandma eats cannabis **the title she wants her book to be name** :)
A retired restaurateur has admitted raising a kitty with other pensioners to buy cannabis which she used in her recipes for "medicinal purposes".Patricia Tabram, a grey-haired grandmother, turned to the drug in an attempt to offset the effects of tinnitus, mild depression and pains after a car crash.
She began using it in soups, cakes and hot pots in her country kitchen and introduced others to the secret ingredient. Police raided her stone-built cottage in the village of Humshaugh, near Hexham, Northumberland, after a tip-off.
Tabram, 66, was formally cautioned in May last year for possession and cultivation of cannabis after 10in high plants were found growing in her loft. A month later she was caught with 242gms of the drug worth around £850 and self-seal bags for distribution to other people who she declined to name.
She told police that she had clubbed together with a group of elderly people to obtain cannabis for various medicinal reasons. Carl Gumsley, her defence counsel, told Newcastle Crown Court: "She had purchased it on their behalf."
Tabram admitted possessing cannabis with intent to supply and sentence was adjourned until March 11 to await reports from a probation officer and psychologist. She appeared in court in spectacles and a black cardigan and was remanded on bail with a condition of residence.
Wearing a woollen shawl in her well-stocked kitchen after the hearing, she said that she was writing a book entitled Grandma Eats Cannabis.
She said: "If they send me to jail I can finish writing my book about the merits ofmedicinal, herbal cannabis. I want people to know NHS medicines are poisoning them instead of treating their illness. If Jeffrey Archer can write a book in prison, so can I."
Tabram ran the Zodiac Centre restaurant in Edinburgh with her former husband and suffered depression after the death of her 14-year-old son Duncan in 1975. Her second husband died from cancer, she suffers from a lower back injury sustained in a road crash and also has arthritic knees.
She said: "Several friends found out my interest and how I liked to bake it in my food to help ease my ailment. I have taught others how to cook with it."
Tabram admitted to being scared when she first began travelling to Byker, Newcastle, to obtain the drug.
She said: "I had been going by bus to get small amounts at around £20 a time. It was all I could afford as a pensioner. It was used in the cooking. When I got a chance to get more and help out friends, I met a supplier. I hadn't asked them to contribute, they wanted the stuff to help them relieve pain."
Police seized the drug, along with diaries, nail scissors and books, at her home before she had time to distribute it to the people she says had put in around £150 each.
Tabram added: "The first time I had it, it was a friend who gave me a cannabis cigarette, but that only gives you a high for about 30 minutes. I researched it on the internet and found that if you took just a little bit of it with your food the effects last for five hours or more.
"So I started to make cannabis chocolate cake and that covered all the pain I had so well. I cook for everybody, all the neighbours, and I am teaching them so they can cook some of the things themselves.
"The most popular recipes I have are for lemon and lime cheesecake and chicken and leek pie. I want to publish a cook book with all of them in."
