last mayday.
again.
so by sunday i should've taken control and know
exactly
how
everything
works.
maybe i don't want to.
maybe i don't feel like it.
maybe i won't.
i shouldn't be losing myself right now. i thought i was right here.
turns out no one else did.
May 31, 2007
May 30, 2007
I sat down in front of the organ
pushed my fingers down
and shouted out
Hey! This is Severance!
and that much was true. My fingers had found right.
I let my fingers run gently up and down the keyboards, let a soft tone trace the lyrics.
I think we might be afraid to fly, maybe only just a little bit though.
Once you're certain there's wind under your wings there's no reason not to let go.
Once you're certain you have wings you might have to try them right away.
There's a good wind today,
a warm breeze.
Soar.
and shouted out
Hey! This is Severance!
and that much was true. My fingers had found right.
I let my fingers run gently up and down the keyboards, let a soft tone trace the lyrics.
I think we might be afraid to fly, maybe only just a little bit though.
Once you're certain there's wind under your wings there's no reason not to let go.
Once you're certain you have wings you might have to try them right away.
There's a good wind today,
a warm breeze.
Soar.
May 29, 2007
What is it you are to be?
What are you becoming
what light are you shining
what sun are you turning
around?
It's a jungle out there
Tropics with heavy scents of darkly coloured blossoms
Dark sky of sun gone down, moon come out and stars too bright for the summersky.
what light are you shining
what sun are you turning
around?
It's a jungle out there
Tropics with heavy scents of darkly coloured blossoms
Dark sky of sun gone down, moon come out and stars too bright for the summersky.
May 27, 2007
makebelief
and sweet,
sweet,
sweet early morning.
A green world filled with so much rain.
Empty streets, soft sounds of drowsy birds
A promise for sunshine later, clouds shifting
showing a colour of light gold somewhere far beyond
A blue sky, soft in colour and gentle in breeze
Paper moon, or not
I know this to be true.
sweet,
sweet early morning.
A green world filled with so much rain.
Empty streets, soft sounds of drowsy birds
A promise for sunshine later, clouds shifting
showing a colour of light gold somewhere far beyond
A blue sky, soft in colour and gentle in breeze
Paper moon, or not
I know this to be true.
May 26, 2007
ROWEENA!
!
!
!
what are you looking at, it's not my bubbles!
Wonderful summernight. beautiful.
sleep well
YY
!
!
what are you looking at, it's not my bubbles!
Wonderful summernight. beautiful.
sleep well
YY
May 25, 2007
at last...
...
..............they are, you know.
And today, today it's Towel Day.
...you smile...
and so do I.
It's good to have you as a fellow journeyer, you know.
xxXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxx
..............they are, you know.
And today, today it's Towel Day.
...you smile...
and so do I.
It's good to have you as a fellow journeyer, you know.
xxXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxx
May 24, 2007
there's a lonely piano playing
deep notes
chords stuck
If these were high pillared halls I know what the sound would be like
If there were stoneslates covering the windows I know what the light would be like
There's a breath and I turn around
There's no one there but the ones I've been expecting
and I know what it would feel like.
There are no doors to be opened and I know, I'm sure, that there never will be
I know I'm wrong when I say I'm right
I know I'm going when I say I'll stay
I know I'm looking at a reflection.
Shards, cords, slashed entries and deleted files.
chords stuck
If these were high pillared halls I know what the sound would be like
If there were stoneslates covering the windows I know what the light would be like
There's a breath and I turn around
There's no one there but the ones I've been expecting
and I know what it would feel like.
There are no doors to be opened and I know, I'm sure, that there never will be
I know I'm wrong when I say I'm right
I know I'm going when I say I'll stay
I know I'm looking at a reflection.
Shards, cords, slashed entries and deleted files.
May 23, 2007
May 22, 2007
I might be hiding
I might be hiding something I don't know I have.
And I know I'm being a coward in something I should just go ahead and do. I have the envelope ready.
I am ready. I told myself I am and rightaway thought no no No
I'm not ready.
But who cares, what is there in not doing?
And then Demon Days starts.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
turn yourself to the sun.
May 19, 2007
a day like this
is a day I haven't met in such a long time, I can't recall that I'd in a time that feels like forever would've...
I sit here so relaxed. I know I've met some in my dreams that explained some things for me, so it's not important I can't remeber what, just that I know it happened.
There are the ones who are right there for me to lean on, and I thank them humbly and perhaps with tears of a tired being.
I've cried in my dreams for two nights now. That is, I've dreamt I've cried. Now that is something I've never done before.
So this morning, I woke up earlyearly and heard that the nightingale still sings in our garden. I love the way he plays with his voice. I've never heard nightingales in the morning before last week.
I continued sleeping, a few hours more and then I'd get up and go to a lecture I was very much looking forward to, there was going to be interesting discussions right away. It was important to be on time, though, since it being saturday the doors to uni are locked and there has to be someone to let you in. So you have to be there on time so the lecturer can let you in before we get started.
So. I finally woke up. Sat up with a deep breath and I knew there was something wrong... yes. I looked at the time and I had exactly 15 minutes to get to the lecture. WHAAT, I got up, felt my stomach growl out of hunger and I knew there was no way I was going to make it
But I was ready to give it a go. Moved fast, ate some fruit while picking my stuff together, I could come back in a few hours at lunch to eat and really wake up... and nothing
seemed
to
work.
My bag was right there, still the papers I needed weren't, I was not stressing, still I wasn't making sense of the situation... why was I not on time!?
So,
now I sit here.
Not on the lecture. The sun is clouded over by greyness, still the light flickers through. On and off. There might be rain later, I might want it to rain but it might not.
I sit here, and know that I'm going exactly in that direction I always wanted to find.
And someone i don't know walks in and smiles to me.
I smile back instantly, warm inside.
If the only thing there is today is smiling, then let it be so.
I sit here so relaxed. I know I've met some in my dreams that explained some things for me, so it's not important I can't remeber what, just that I know it happened.
There are the ones who are right there for me to lean on, and I thank them humbly and perhaps with tears of a tired being.
I've cried in my dreams for two nights now. That is, I've dreamt I've cried. Now that is something I've never done before.
So this morning, I woke up earlyearly and heard that the nightingale still sings in our garden. I love the way he plays with his voice. I've never heard nightingales in the morning before last week.
I continued sleeping, a few hours more and then I'd get up and go to a lecture I was very much looking forward to, there was going to be interesting discussions right away. It was important to be on time, though, since it being saturday the doors to uni are locked and there has to be someone to let you in. So you have to be there on time so the lecturer can let you in before we get started.
So. I finally woke up. Sat up with a deep breath and I knew there was something wrong... yes. I looked at the time and I had exactly 15 minutes to get to the lecture. WHAAT, I got up, felt my stomach growl out of hunger and I knew there was no way I was going to make it
But I was ready to give it a go. Moved fast, ate some fruit while picking my stuff together, I could come back in a few hours at lunch to eat and really wake up... and nothing
seemed
to
work.
My bag was right there, still the papers I needed weren't, I was not stressing, still I wasn't making sense of the situation... why was I not on time!?
So,
now I sit here.
Not on the lecture. The sun is clouded over by greyness, still the light flickers through. On and off. There might be rain later, I might want it to rain but it might not.
I sit here, and know that I'm going exactly in that direction I always wanted to find.
And someone i don't know walks in and smiles to me.
I smile back instantly, warm inside.
If the only thing there is today is smiling, then let it be so.
May 18, 2007
May 17, 2007
May 15, 2007
nightingales and blackbirds
that sing in our garden...
Their song swirls in and twirls around the music I'm listening to and...
It is so beautiful.
I sit by the window and let the spring wind, warm wind carrying the promise of summer,
bring in sweet scents only the night air knows of.
I'll go out for a walk, to look at the first stars coming out and watch the last peach coloured streaks of sun become bleached as they are blended with the dark colours of night.
have a good night.
Their song swirls in and twirls around the music I'm listening to and...
It is so beautiful.
I sit by the window and let the spring wind, warm wind carrying the promise of summer,
bring in sweet scents only the night air knows of.
I'll go out for a walk, to look at the first stars coming out and watch the last peach coloured streaks of sun become bleached as they are blended with the dark colours of night.
have a good night.
May 13, 2007
May 10, 2007
repetition
Just try, try and realise that there's not much to try
Just be, be and realise that you are.
Just be, be and realise that you are.
May 08, 2007
woosh
woosh
it's so clear out there today. and I've been sitting outside, enjoying the strangeness of beauty. and the beauty of strangeness.
my sister told me there's a mystery at home so I'm going to go now and see for myself. maybe i'll be here to write about in another while.
stay brave.
it's so clear out there today. and I've been sitting outside, enjoying the strangeness of beauty. and the beauty of strangeness.
my sister told me there's a mystery at home so I'm going to go now and see for myself. maybe i'll be here to write about in another while.
stay brave.
May 07, 2007
warmer, warmer, warmer
it's getting closer, closer, closer.
I have plenty of things to keep me busy, but am I really busy? Am I really doing too many things at once, or am i just very happy to have all of this to do..
I think so.
Might be exactly like that.
Someone asked what May was all about, and so many seem to agree it's listening to birds sing, learning something new and sowing seeds. There are sunflowers, new beginnings and blue skies. Look up, just look and you'll see.
I have plenty of things to keep me busy, but am I really busy? Am I really doing too many things at once, or am i just very happy to have all of this to do..
I think so.
Might be exactly like that.
Someone asked what May was all about, and so many seem to agree it's listening to birds sing, learning something new and sowing seeds. There are sunflowers, new beginnings and blue skies. Look up, just look and you'll see.
May 04, 2007
mystyk spiral
mystik, if you will.
There's plenty going on. For example it being evening and the sun still being high up. Then, it's may and friday and I've been visualizing more of my songs, rendering to them and rendering them to sounds and beats. Many many layers of wonders in this world.
YY
There's plenty going on. For example it being evening and the sun still being high up. Then, it's may and friday and I've been visualizing more of my songs, rendering to them and rendering them to sounds and beats. Many many layers of wonders in this world.
YY
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