Life's Little Lamentation

Kevin is dead, so this blog is dead until he is ressurrected.

Move my hands, please toil across the table and reach for that damned pen should the hill of books finally enable. Write my pen, the damned pen's jammed and reach for another damned pen across the table my hands travel. Grab that pen, move my hands, the cylindrical comedian laughs and how my mood instantly cuffed. Throw the pen, a new one he lends, and suffer I not the discriminal procedure of infernal codes hell-sent. Please my hands, not that damned pen, and suffer my heart the squalor of but the hundred thousand lifetime's rants.

The fine morning sun! Tempts sleepless grass around my legs to cling onto my skin and adorn which with pearls of dawn's dew All around me the world sleeps as I try to find peace in a peaceful world and laugh at those who try too hard in a lesser one The fine morning sun! Climbs up the bright blue sky Glares at my warming hair; they stand a conclave pride to be counted I wrap my hands around you tips of my fingers caressing every crevice and smell I do of your kept and unchecked fragrance The fine morning sun! It is a little too fine but for the wind he a cheeky fellow and he my only need satisfied As I continue to keep you company you pour your heart out to me and I hear every word you speak urges me to stop and think Alas, the fine morning sun no more! the wind stops satisfying dews denied existence till tomorrow but still I find you in my hands lying I rejoice at the time so still and yet that moment she approaches envious of our loving embrace she seeks to destroy The nature...

There is something I want you to know about how I feel but I am afraid to tell about things I should keep still And amidst the struggle and the pain about how you feel I am desperate to know just how you cope with my heart being milled I want to know about how both of us feel but just a moment later if I felt less of you I shall again feel There is something I want to know about how you feel and it is not just the nonchalant one but very much about me still. I am selfish and ignorant and crazy and a foolish fool who thinks he feels but all that for just one daisy who ought not grown a glimpse on his field And if ever I had the chance to tell of how I feel ; I am sure of the answer, yes - honoring which my heart breaks at pressure

Sometimes I can be with the one I want it seems easier to be with her than to be with someone you most want but can't. Sometimes I cannot be with the one it seems easier to fall back and let many others come and you think you are with the one. Sometimes I think it's wrong to see someone it seems seeing too much will make you think less of someone. Sometimes I wish everything has just one meaning but it seems even that in itself bears a thousand different outcomes.

I hate the fucking line, it says to me "stop hating me" but i say "fuck off" I type to kill I hate it it so bloody dumb it so feel not good when u DC I hate the fucking line, if u read this well it done well when i dont DC I still hate it, I wish I connect at extreme speed extreme stability ah, fuc

The feelings conjured, brew in a cauldron of sadness and stirred with hatred, now resided in me. The feelings threatened, ripped my poor soul and skewered my heart, to decimate my consciousness. The feelings felt, forged by a certain mark of the despised onto the despicable, too surreal to be taken seriously. But the feelings came, and stayed too long.

People who are rich can afford their sons riches and poor people like us get poorer. The question is, do we poor people want to be rich or stay in rags and contented - an idiot in love with love? The truth is, do the rich want out of riches and taste the idiocy of a fool's golden envy? Alas, people who are rich cannot be poor but the poor can be them someday. The fact remains, poor people have too much common sense, love and justice to see riches Likewise the rich have too much money, power and knowledge to want to beg.

Should smiling incure thy wrath so badly would I want to hear the voice the calming thunderous one. Should smiling beseech thee to axe my heart so gladly would I seek that which is not mine. Should smiling incure thy wrath so lovely would I want that voice to be;- pierce my soul and from yours a-part.

I saw her and she ran She was fast and she knew as though speeding was not enough she planned for a mass exodus She planned for her little escapade some junks everyone thought should become junks to remember but the deal was she had to run Now she ran off with her many junks but a couple of jewelleries I kept for myself she said, "Look Forward you fool!" I saw another one ran to me she said, "Open that Door and let me in!" I said, "Come In" - but not before you dust your feet and don't leave the dust of the old she on my sheet.

Disappointment gathers around the lifeless limb as hope disappears with the last carry much though he thinks he gains he serves to think that much. Disappointment does not disappoint him as he tells his tales of agony much though he thinks his chances be he serves to think too much. Disappointment does allow him freedom as tears flow down his cheek onto much of the dreaded drenched collar he thinks he thinks too much. Disappointment gathers around him as he tells them stories of failed opportunes no more does a heart gives true sight he thinks, and much to ask that much.

Alright. I know it's silly but I actually teared in this movie. You follow them since the first time they met each other in a "start of something new" , and now here they are doing their final duet. It's kinda...uh uh... sad. [Gabriella] Take my hand, take a breath Pull me close and take one step Keep your eyes locked on mine, And let the music be your guide. [Troy, Gabriella] Won't you promise me (now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget) We'll keep dancing (to keep dancing) wherever we go next (chorus) It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do And with every step together, we just keep on getting better So can I have this dance (can I have this dance) Can I have this dance [Troy] Take my hand, I'll take the lead And every turn will be safe with me Don't be afraid, afraid to fall You know I'll catch you through it all [Troy, Gabriella] ...

Sun does not always shine and when it's sunny it's not always hot Rain doesn't often come when sun is up and cloudy days do not always bring rain. Smiling faces may not always rejoice and smiling faces are sometimes sad Frowns may not always bring tears and tears do not always accompany agony.

Without your presence, my mind is calm and I can think of others when I cease to think of you. Without your presence, life just isn't the same shades of colours but of different hues when it becomes a different beauty now. Without your presence, new experience can be gained without seeking and a whole new world seems to be waiting but I just feel like procrastinating. Without your presence, life can be so much fun but how fun can fun be when the fun times end without you.

by John Mclaughlin those who have watched "enchanted" will know. 'Nuff said. You’re in my arms And all the world is gone The music playing on for only two So close together And when I’m with you So close to feeling alive A life goes by Romantic dreams will stop So I bid mine goodbye and never knew So close was waiting, waiting here with you And now forever I know All that I want is to hold you So close So close to reaching that famous happy end Almost believing this one's not pretend And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come So far we are so close How could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now? We’re so close To reaching that famous happy end And almost believing this one's not pretend Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are So close So close And still so far

The following poem was written a very long time ago, and kept hidden in a book which I just recently unearthed from the pile of trash in my house. I have written so many poems that I lost count, and therefore not really sure if I had posted this before or not. Still going to post it anyway. a tribute to thee, in fond memories of morrow winter's night and storytellers' fright, a truthful acknowledgment in misery of life ceased be and traversed thee through time which collided with songs not rhymed, dreaded and dreamt suffereth in vain;- finally tho thee escaped to a better place I supposed! but where? which sings forever of jolly laughter never, and not a summer sun could shine to warm the cold dwelling's fine field of feathery dew thee waved they flew and swirled and loomed a dark shadow, should it be immortalized, this meadow - within this chilling choking cage, fond memories vintage-d.

If a hero can go back in time, why can't I? why can't I go back in time? if there were such heroes with such special powers why can't I go back in time and try to change what I learned from nursery rhymes - replace them with cries of children, music of battlefields and words of two lovers who hate one another. If a hero can go back in time, why can't I? If I can go back in time, I can prepare myself for myself and you for yourself. Then I can see my mom and ask her to give birth on the first of January. If a hero can go back in time, why can't I? I would go and tell you that I would love you so much but you would not know if I had not gone back in time and told you so. If a hero can go back in time, why can't I? If there were such heroes with such special powers, I would tell them to tell me not to write this.

such is the feeling right now the triggered emptiness the hopeful limitation where every man must belong. such is the standard of despondency faintly felt in despair inadequately craved in misery and compounded with time unused.

conscience overtook the effort of enthusiasm as manner declined the result of smiles and someday the treasures of the caverns will belong to sad creatures of heaven verses were strung and used to hang loose and without the frame of possessiveness and care without caring submissiveness will die again a death of loneliness the breakable bonds will last not long threshold of the unwise will not belong and decisions and choices were one to choose where dreams go and win but lose conscience overtook the lightheartedness as manner stood gloomily over the bay and looked and looked at the sunset grey where hopes shall finally reach and stay

there are no leaves on a hardened tree which needs not the mighty sun as inept as they should feel for him that neither shines nor attempts to reach Is that love? unkind dove and without humility to the familiarity they yearn to the light that had felt natural do they then pursue thee indefinitely? purchase some time to understand and occasionally sell the truth for if worthy the truth is not then sunshine shall shine never on those leaves which grieved