tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54848992011-04-22T03:11:21.420+08:00BURNING THE 7th CIRCLERantings from the urban underworld. Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1152693632513874552006-07-12T16:13:00.000+08:002006-07-12T16:40:32.713+08:00Take your stars from my crown, they exist without your brillance. Friends of fire never fade on lonesome nights. The moon's silent heat cools a summer evening with ruthless gravity. Harsh unkind words betray their master. Tears fly among a circle of angels at war. Love does not leave hope. My heart has no space for air. A tainted soul loses the strength it had to once to walk on water. I searchedGuruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1137960249835702142006-01-23T03:59:00.000+08:002006-01-23T04:04:09.846+08:00Departure is forbidden because a thing of beauty can not die, like sleeping spirits, they whisper a lullabye. Shut out what the liars say, they are not the what you once knew. I hated my origins. All save the music that raised me. That's when friends were nice, and to think of them just makes you feel nice, like the smell of grass in January.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1136871312936823692006-01-10T13:30:00.000+08:002006-01-10T13:35:12.946+08:00You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1136502099875595312006-01-06T06:56:00.000+08:002006-01-06T07:01:39.886+08:00There is nothing left to see. I strain to look at the paintings on the wall but there is too much darkness in the room. It is a shame, for the scenes of my life on the wall are things I have tried to remember, some I have tried to forget, but they are all part of the exhibition. The sun is shining outside the window. If I pull myself together, I may find the strengh to part the curtains long Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1135512925160642292005-12-25T20:10:00.000+08:002005-12-25T20:15:25.173+08:00I never really knew anything previously held to be true. Hell is cooking a storm that will blow by all. This too shall to pass. I am going pray. All I have is today. It is lonely, but it is allright. Hope springs from the filthiest places and I believe that I am no exception. If only questions were asked before the shooting started. Deceit is betrayal's bitter fruit. The taste on my tounge does Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1134959677805739042005-12-19T10:33:00.000+08:002005-12-19T10:34:37.816+08:00I had a dream, not so much a dream as much as wishful thinking. I was in that state beetween sleep, dream, and awakening. I could see nothing but I could hear everything. Judy and Kent must have been talking about something, but in my mind I turned it into the perfect wistful fantasy.I was asleep at home and there was a function, a birthday or Christmas, something that involved people talking Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1132390373873813282005-11-19T16:51:00.000+08:002005-11-19T16:52:53.883+08:00I never saw a wild thingsorry for itself.A small bird will drop frozen dead from a boughwithout ever having felt sorry for itself. ---D.H. LawrenceGuruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1129841939128422342005-10-21T04:41:00.000+08:002005-10-21T05:40:36.880+08:00The finite is intolerable, the infinite attainable. Wisdom in words loses their meaning in actions conducted with no responsibility of taste or decorum. The lost may never be found but what is gained is priceless, for it is truth that can only be bought by pain. Caught in a maze where affection finds no end. But pain, hate, love and suffering are not everlasting. They are waves crashing within Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1105323191072032732005-01-10T10:11:00.000+08:002005-01-10T10:13:11.073+08:00"In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them." -- Yevgeny Aleksdandrovich Yevtushenko
Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1105322775565105602005-01-10T10:05:00.000+08:002005-01-10T10:06:15.566+08:00"In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them". -- Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko
Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1105322580087814972005-01-10T09:54:00.000+08:002005-01-10T10:03:00.086+08:00A blood red circle is upon the cold, dark ground. Black clouds spill their darkness down into the mud. A silent organ plays nothing through the open doors of the church with a congregation that is gone. This is my city of ruins.
The sweetness of mercy drift like bells through the evening trees. My youth is scattered like the autumn leaves. Windows are boarded up and the empty streets remain withGuruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1105008722123662842005-01-06T18:40:00.000+08:002005-01-06T19:12:41.070+08:00Hope floats amongst the smouldering ruins like a dark cloud, promising deliverance. The gates of Hell are to be opened by the beckoning of the sloth. Ignorance is bliss when it is shared alone. A strange spot falls from the sky. Red earth burns beneath a blood-red sky.
There are powers on Earth that can not be changed by the cries of Heaven. Mortal flesh feels the immortal struggle between graceGuruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1090144012690032162004-07-18T17:36:00.000+08:002004-07-18T17:46:52.690+08:00I leave the land of the free tommorow to meet a dream I once knew. Check your time, airportman, and bless the the 8.15. He's rolling fast and free and does he not look like me?
Breathing smoke and all empty inside, I left my baby down by the train station. Our love did not follow the course of the sun. But I found new love that rises above the city skyline and sinks behind the turnpike.
Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1089784346224308072004-07-14T13:49:00.000+08:002004-07-14T13:52:26.223+08:00WHERE HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE? by Hades Ledhumans
I love your messy room, your pink towel and your blue door,
I like your dressing table chair with a hole in it,
Like a doughnut giving an encore,
Yours is a light I have seen never before but recognize as something familiar once more
Where have I seen you before?
Perhaps upon an elven wood with hobbits playing upon it's shore,
You were a fair Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1089619461044018162004-07-12T16:00:00.000+08:002004-07-12T16:04:21.043+08:00Can't deny that something's wrong. Throwaway wind blows dusk into dawn. The empty buildings reek of dissepearing friends fading into oblivilion. She will rise above while I fall down in a hole where I don't think that I can be saved. "Don't call me daughter, not fair to, no pictures kept will remind me"---Pearl Jam, "Daughter"
I find your lack of faith heartbreaking. I will die for you. I will Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1083016422848312872004-04-27T05:53:00.000+08:002004-04-27T05:56:45.733+08:00"I believe you know me well. I react like you're ringing a bell. Are you sorry that you treat me unkind? Never you mind"---Semisonic, "Never You Mind"Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1083016090992389412004-04-27T05:48:00.000+08:002004-04-27T05:51:13.936+08:00#254 by Emily Dickinson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest. in the Gale. is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of Me.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1082838438813628982004-04-25T04:27:00.000+08:002004-04-25T04:30:35.373+08:00The Man in Black plucks a darker pain. Falling, one after another, the energy gives birth to feelings of hurt and trancendence. He hurts himself to see if he still feels. The hopes of the forefathers blows in the wind. The pain maybe the only reality. Flesh is torn by metal. Promises of youth push us foward in the wind. But the further you run, the more do the ghosts of the past return to haunt Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1082633470687509802004-04-22T19:31:00.000+08:002004-04-22T19:34:09.546+08:00Crow Sickened by Ted Hughes
His illness was something could not vomit him up.
Unwinding the world like a ball of wool
Found the last end tied round his own finger.
Decided to get death, but whatever
Walked into his ambush
Was always his own body.
Where is this somebody who has me under?
He dived, he journeyed, challenging, he climbed and with a glare
Of hair on end finally met fear.
HisGuruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1082368021352842942004-04-19T17:47:00.000+08:002004-04-19T17:49:56.793+08:00Emptiness fills the vacumm and creates unrest. A body in motion stays in motion. A body at rest stays at rest. Momentum is achieved when one of these rules are broken. It is not an easy task challenging the laws of the newtonion universe, but it can be done.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1077459790841731652004-02-22T22:23:00.000+08:002004-02-22T22:25:09.750+08:00Colours seep through the walls of perception and fill up the night. The doors open and time and space are rendered irrellevant. Light streak past with lines of bright yellow and red. Voices mingle and entwine. Music moves mortal flesh in a timeless dance that no one can understand, only experience. He hit leaves on his way home. Let him be. Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1075967705651798472004-02-05T15:55:00.000+08:002004-02-05T15:57:10.280+08:00He moves across his men like a spirit torn from the confines of flesh. Observing, watching, hinting but never commanding. While fires burn tradition, some embers fail to ignite but continue to inspire and change mortal lives from beyond the barriers.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1074761951839244242004-01-22T16:59:00.000+08:002004-01-22T17:00:38.936+08:00Flight of dragons in the purple sky. In the sky, or in my mind? Here comes the sun! Even though my toes are cold, my sole keeps them warm. Even though the moment passed me by, I still can't turn away.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1073426494447573342004-01-07T05:58:00.000+08:002004-01-07T06:06:17.043+08:00Winding roads need to be walked upon. Blinding lights lead the way. Perhaps you might save me. You could be a miracle of architecture. Words fail. Possibility beckons.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1073426148785382482004-01-07T05:50:00.000+08:002004-01-07T06:13:02.606+08:00All five horizons revolved around her soul, as the earth to the sun. Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn. And all I taught her was everything. I know she gave me all that she wore.
And now my bitter hands shade beneath the clouds of what was everything. All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed, everyday.
Words from my youth feel old. Into the flood again. Same Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1071425388773538692003-12-15T02:07:00.000+08:002003-12-15T02:10:38.390+08:00The master is caught in the tangled web we weave when first we try to decieve. Celebratory fire burns the sky with thunder. Open your mouth and touch my finger. Do you have to let it linger? Ladies and gentlemen, we got him.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1058207935246047832003-07-15T02:38:00.000+08:002003-07-15T02:43:58.446+08:00Hope floats in many forms. It wears a warm sweater on a cold night before rain fall. Hair falls into eyes, nose wrinkles. Tom Yam. Bangkok traffic. A floating marketplace with the juicy red tomatoes and the crunchy green brocoli sold by old women with honest, toothless smiles.
So you want to be a rock and roll star? Then listen now to what I say. Just get an electric guitar, then take some timeGuruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1057369086932977082003-07-05T09:38:00.000+08:002003-07-05T09:38:06.963+08:00Here is gone. I don't know why it always has to be this way. All you can do is seize the moment and squeeze. Sunrise. cold air falls. When love left town on the last train to the coast I was the last to know. Lotion. Rain. Root beer. Crash. Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1057179235899396012003-07-03T04:53:00.000+08:002003-07-03T04:53:55.790+08:00Poi disser me: "O Tosco, ch'al collegio de l'ipocriti tristi se' venuto, dir chi tu se' non avere in dispregio."Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1057178891213800182003-07-03T04:48:00.000+08:002003-07-03T04:51:00.906+08:00it seems that my journeys into the beyond maybe curtailed by forces beyond my countrol. Secret words whispered between nameless men have sealed the fate of more men than even they can fathom. But all hope is not lost, Pandora's gift remains sealed deep within the box.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1056406239925470992003-06-24T06:10:00.000+08:002003-06-24T06:10:39.960+08:00It's a birthday tomorow but nobody wants celebration, resignation. It's almost sunrise, hopefully the universe will feel more optimistic today.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484899.post-1055793035661234822003-06-17T03:50:00.000+08:002003-06-17T03:50:35.683+08:003.13 am is a good a time as any to join the revolution. The air-conditioning is freezing my fingers, I may have to go outside to warm them up but it's raining. If I were a dancing man I'd wield my umbrella and top hat and leave Gene Kelley singin' in the rain, fortunately, I've been advised against such trivial pursuits.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17267334294045958553noreply@blogger.com0