31 December 2008

Today is 31st.

Hopped in to a tram (well they do still run on this side of the woods , you know) just to pacify the travel bug hit corner of my brain. Just to see what I could capture on a last day of the year . Along the way I could not help but pondering "Is it different from any other day?"

Anyhow, following is what I got.

In a way it might not make any sense at all , but on the other hand like an unexpected 3rd line of a otherwise puzzling haiku , it just might make all the sense .


We wait



For guadian angels.




For happy vallies




To see her blushed pink.

To see the glow in the Ding.

Dearth

What is Cold, but the absence of heat

What is gloom, but the absence of light

What silence but the absence of sound

What is death, but the absence of life

What is Black, but the absence of colors

What is evil, but the absence of good

Now comes the question

Is Happiness the absence of Grief

Or is misery the lack of Glee

Street performance..

I just stopped for a cup of coffee, because that is what but weary self was craving for. Then they started playing. An Impromptu concert.

They were a hideous looking crew , but it did not matter .

The Italian, on the Saxophone. The Filipino bassist was bit old school jazz. The black guy was a like a butterfly in a beehive (or vice verse actually) on the keyboard.

While life just happened around them, they played . But gradually life seemed happen to their tune.

The drummer, er let’s just say he was no RD….

Oh well....

25.12.2008. X mas morning .....Oh well.........

As mama would only know……

A Mother's intuition would tell, while sometimes just bein observant suffice.




Sometimes, advise





and even direct intervention is called for..........

Oninion

One doodle that can't be undid, homeskillet

Come Friday, Mr spok's teleported to planet weekend where things that you normally don't talk about back at "The Enterprise" happens . This weekend it was all Juno.

It all began with a chair.

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
I want more fans, you want more stage

Growing up with a few bumps along the way

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side

The complications what we assume that are necessary

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?

But still I don't see what anyone sees in anyone else .

Night sky............

You can’t beat the moonlight

Dawn's rays

twinkling disturbed Midnight shade

try hard

you can forget

But

lunar painted silver haze

over the ripples on the wise lake

It is a different tale

when you open your eyes

still it stay

like Arabica aftertaste

ensnare

sanity out of it's shell

and smack it dead

Mind left in a daze

Sunshine

Summer chimes

will soon fade

But

lunar painted silver haze

over the ripples on the wise lake

well that's a different tale

During my free time

I read papers

Rebuke at politicians

Analyse the global economy

Do my laundry

Drink pain tea, plenty

And creep beneath the familiar rock for shade

Madam Butterfly

Two sculptures this weekend

No1- Fsih

No2- Flying Frenchman

5 reasons for you to hate me less

I can do a decent sketch of you
With lines to show the boundaries
And the bareness transmuting
to solidity

I can enjoy both Rock & jazz
Sipping the random twirls
While catching a ride on the wordy whirls

I tend to put my heart on my sleeve
And open up my Eyl
Too often , too soon
I tell you

I tell a gag well
From set, with the crucial pauses
Right down to the perfect kill

I can swiftly craft a simple prose
With needed density and sage
yet looking pop