STRANGER: “HELLO…?” “Anybody home….? Sorry for just walking in. I knocking, but I see the door…has been bro….. (*INTERRUPTION*)
ME: “Broken down, yes I know!” “Who are you and what do you want from me?” “What are you doing in here, who do you think you are just walking in here unannounced you don’t even know me, do you even know what I’ve been through?”
STRANGER: “We’ll I couldn’t help but notice….”
ME: “Notice what?” A worthless pathetic girl…crying herself to sleep every night until her eyes turns blood rain from all the pain, ‘till she can’t see anymore…..heartache that causes her ears to bleed everytime it beats…..”
STRANGER: “No…wait…wait…what I actually see is….” (*INTERRUPTION)
ME: “THERE IS NOTHING TO SEE…I think you better leave…..”
STRANGER: “Wait…..before I leave…"
ME: “JUST LEAVE….and never come back…..if you do…I might not be here…..”
STRANGER: “But how will you know if I was here or not?”
ME: “What are you talking about?”
STRANGER: “Well….your door…”
ME: “What door….? “There is no door anymore…”
STRANGER: “Exactly….I’ve been in here so many times, but couldn’t see you or hear you, until now…and…..” (INTERRUPTION)
ME: “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”
STRANGER: “Well, all I wanted to know and do is if I could repair your door?”
Thursday, November 19, 2009
WHY I WOULD I BE WORLD FAMOUS………
'Obviously because of my gifts, talents and abilities that God has given me. I would be the world’s most famous and favourite song writer, composer and musician. I will write songs that will make young girls cry and men fall in love with the way I play the guitar. Already famous singers and musicians will want to work with me for a lifetime after my 15 minutes of fame.
But more importantly than that, I would be famous just for being me, my character, personality and for actually utilising my gifts and talents to serve others and not allowing it to go to waste. I want to bless others with what I’ve been given, because keeping it, would be a selfish act from which I will not benefit. Sharing what God has given to you with others that need influence, shall be blesses and honored by God.
So in a nutshell, what I will be world famous for is, making use of what God has placed in my hands. So the world's most famous question is, what are doing with what God has placed in your hands?
But more importantly than that, I would be famous just for being me, my character, personality and for actually utilising my gifts and talents to serve others and not allowing it to go to waste. I want to bless others with what I’ve been given, because keeping it, would be a selfish act from which I will not benefit. Sharing what God has given to you with others that need influence, shall be blesses and honored by God.
So in a nutshell, what I will be world famous for is, making use of what God has placed in my hands. So the world's most famous question is, what are doing with what God has placed in your hands?
MORGUE OF THE HEARTLESS
Not a shame of pity on that face, not a single tear. You rather laugh it off. Oh how I hate your smile, it makes me sick all over again.
As I lay down to rest in silence, this is where I’ll stay. You had your fun, didn’t you? So why you keep knocking on the door? You the one who placed my heart here, is it still called a heart? I don’t think so. It’s cold in here, this heart is frozen. As much as it longs for warmth, just a little, it rather remains silent, for its better off an ice block.
As it becomes numb, it slowly slips into a coma of frozen denial…..wait wait before you close the cold door….how long shall this frozen hear lie here…..?
As I lay down to rest in silence, this is where I’ll stay. You had your fun, didn’t you? So why you keep knocking on the door? You the one who placed my heart here, is it still called a heart? I don’t think so. It’s cold in here, this heart is frozen. As much as it longs for warmth, just a little, it rather remains silent, for its better off an ice block.
As it becomes numb, it slowly slips into a coma of frozen denial…..wait wait before you close the cold door….how long shall this frozen hear lie here…..?
Rock Journalism is people who can’t interview people who can’t talk for people who can’t read – Frank Zappa
Wait, let me get this straight, who the hell is Frank Zappa? I don’t even know this dude, I never heard of him before, till now, after reading the quote made by him, “Rock journalism is people who can’t interview people who can’t talk for people who can’t read”. Okay, so what’s up with that statement, in fact what’s up with Mr. Zappa?
If you ask me, I don’t have a clue. Since he’s a singer, writer and musician, I take he hates rock music. I have to admit, there was a time in my life I hated rock music with a passion, but now, I love it with all my soul. Rock music just does something to me I can’t even begin to explain it. One day I just decided to give myself to listen to rock, not heavy metal rock, but alternate rock, folk and electro and damn, I’m in love with rock now. It’s the only thing I find myself listening to nowadays, not that I hate other genres of music. It’s called a “paradigm shift”, maybe Frank should experience that shift.
Why criticize rock music, when apparently, according to research, Zappa wrote and sang rock during his career. Talk about “remember where you came from”. I think rock music is awesome, even without the lyrics. The music speaks a language of its own, profound melody and beats. The lyrics may be simple, but when the rock music accompanies it, it’s pure magic. NOW AIN’T THAT SOME HARD CORE JOURNALISM?!
If you ask me, I don’t have a clue. Since he’s a singer, writer and musician, I take he hates rock music. I have to admit, there was a time in my life I hated rock music with a passion, but now, I love it with all my soul. Rock music just does something to me I can’t even begin to explain it. One day I just decided to give myself to listen to rock, not heavy metal rock, but alternate rock, folk and electro and damn, I’m in love with rock now. It’s the only thing I find myself listening to nowadays, not that I hate other genres of music. It’s called a “paradigm shift”, maybe Frank should experience that shift.
Why criticize rock music, when apparently, according to research, Zappa wrote and sang rock during his career. Talk about “remember where you came from”. I think rock music is awesome, even without the lyrics. The music speaks a language of its own, profound melody and beats. The lyrics may be simple, but when the rock music accompanies it, it’s pure magic. NOW AIN’T THAT SOME HARD CORE JOURNALISM?!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
DEATH SENTENCE
You’re breathing, but for how long? She’s bleeding, but how much blood still needs to be lost? Even though her heart aches and yearns for something that may never be, her heart is numb. Her eyes gets cold every time she looks at you, her tears are frozen, yet you still refuse to untie the chains of execution, that’s bounding her heart, her soul, spirit, her life.
Her ears bleed when you yell at her; she goes deaf to the vulgar words coming out of your mouth, blames, insults, abuse. Sounds of crying echoing with silent tear drops streaming down a cold face. Promises fed by lies, innocence pierced in her side, yet she tries to so hard to hide behind her smiling eyes.
She is tired, exhausted, drained by hurt, guilt and shame. Bitter sweet memories haunt her day and night. She feels as if she is fighting a losing battle. Where to now? Nowhere out, she feels alone, in isolation. She suddenly gives up, the word ‘hope’ lost its definition, I guess you won.She was your prisoner for too long, can’t you see she’s dying? Let her go, She’s slipping away to a better place……she’s gone……now she’s dead….ssshhhh….
Her ears bleed when you yell at her; she goes deaf to the vulgar words coming out of your mouth, blames, insults, abuse. Sounds of crying echoing with silent tear drops streaming down a cold face. Promises fed by lies, innocence pierced in her side, yet she tries to so hard to hide behind her smiling eyes.
She is tired, exhausted, drained by hurt, guilt and shame. Bitter sweet memories haunt her day and night. She feels as if she is fighting a losing battle. Where to now? Nowhere out, she feels alone, in isolation. She suddenly gives up, the word ‘hope’ lost its definition, I guess you won.She was your prisoner for too long, can’t you see she’s dying? Let her go, She’s slipping away to a better place……she’s gone……now she’s dead….ssshhhh….
WHAT MOTIVATES ME……
Music…..aah….what pure joy, my passion, my life.
Music, my music, my guitar, my songs, lyrics, cords, keys and melodies is what inspires me, motivates me. Waking up with music in my heart, or to the sound of music, causes my ears to bleed, making me feel alive. This is life, my life.
Whenever I’m low in spirit, music sets me free, makes me smile and I feel content, like I can face the world, I can face anything. Music allows me to feel free, like I can be myself in its melodious ambience. It’s like food to my soul.
Music is the air I breathe, it motivates me to get up in the morning and it puts me to bed soundly. When everything gets crazy around me, it’s the one thing that keeps my sanity, it’s my escape, my sweet escape.
Music is my passion, writing and composing songs is my inner joy and peace, it’s what I love doing and when I sing to my music, I smile, this is it, I can make it, make it through, because music sees me through it all. Music to me is described best in the lyrics of the song “Angels” by Robbie Williams, “through it all it offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I’m right or wrong…….”
Music is all around us, all you have to do is listen……
Music, my music, my guitar, my songs, lyrics, cords, keys and melodies is what inspires me, motivates me. Waking up with music in my heart, or to the sound of music, causes my ears to bleed, making me feel alive. This is life, my life.
Whenever I’m low in spirit, music sets me free, makes me smile and I feel content, like I can face the world, I can face anything. Music allows me to feel free, like I can be myself in its melodious ambience. It’s like food to my soul.
Music is the air I breathe, it motivates me to get up in the morning and it puts me to bed soundly. When everything gets crazy around me, it’s the one thing that keeps my sanity, it’s my escape, my sweet escape.
Music is my passion, writing and composing songs is my inner joy and peace, it’s what I love doing and when I sing to my music, I smile, this is it, I can make it, make it through, because music sees me through it all. Music to me is described best in the lyrics of the song “Angels” by Robbie Williams, “through it all it offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I’m right or wrong…….”
Music is all around us, all you have to do is listen……
CONFESSIONS OF A BRUTAL HEART
Standing on a silent hill, with a heart that’s full of fear, my eyes are closed, my brain is frozen, and my tongue is numb with words unspoken. Whispers of mass confusing filtering through my veins, I can barely feel my heart’s beating or wait have I just start breathing? Listening closely to what seems to be, rather reflecting on a brutal heart that bleeds within.
These aching hands can’t seem to reach out for a second chance; I gave it once before and look what it left me with, an aching chest. I do believe what I believe now, I’m better off without this heart, it’s killing me, just take it out.
You’ve got me in a corner now, I feel so helpless. I falling to my knees now, I’m slowly losing my breath, take me away and do your worst.
Now you ripped my heart out with your bare hands and threw it on the cold ground, you let me bleed to death and then you walked away, without looking back, I lie helplessly and watch you fade away.
You drown me now, you took my breath away, you drown me now and then you ran away.
These aching hands can’t seem to reach out for a second chance; I gave it once before and look what it left me with, an aching chest. I do believe what I believe now, I’m better off without this heart, it’s killing me, just take it out.
You’ve got me in a corner now, I feel so helpless. I falling to my knees now, I’m slowly losing my breath, take me away and do your worst.
Now you ripped my heart out with your bare hands and threw it on the cold ground, you let me bleed to death and then you walked away, without looking back, I lie helplessly and watch you fade away.
You drown me now, you took my breath away, you drown me now and then you ran away.
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