First impressions, are a registered memory
A memory that quickly fades once the personality begins to overlapse the physical materiality
When I see you now, I see what you portray, the way you feel and what makes you 'sane'
The things that most stand out, perhaps a beautiful trait, or an overwhelming flaw
I know, like all know, we all have days
Yet the more I see you, the less I say
Because those words become unnecessary
and the timing becomes more powerful
The times I want to be, and those where I don't mind sitting at the shore
You don't need to accompany me to the sea, to see what I talk about
Just look inside your heart someday, you'll hear your personal words fly out
And then you can come sit by me, so we can have a conversation about Life and its whereabouts.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sea Weed
They don't exist
And when they do, the cards are blown
Will I ask if your hurt
No, because your a tyrant
Tyrants don't get hurt
They just bump their head on a tree, consequently
They hurt themselves, and pride on what they eat
They're not human, they're an animalistic breed
They feed themselves on insecurity, the one that they mantain
by keeping you waiting
The insecurity which is a lie, as it is only an illusion of the mind
when the mind is unable to comprehend, why what's dead doesn't wish to be alive
And when they do, the cards are blown
Will I ask if your hurt
No, because your a tyrant
Tyrants don't get hurt
They just bump their head on a tree, consequently
They hurt themselves, and pride on what they eat
They're not human, they're an animalistic breed
They feed themselves on insecurity, the one that they mantain
by keeping you waiting
The insecurity which is a lie, as it is only an illusion of the mind
when the mind is unable to comprehend, why what's dead doesn't wish to be alive
Sunday, March 28, 2010
My First earned, owned Bank Account
An inspirational thought which got to me today, was if we all strive for money
Why don't we appreciate the vast wealth we accumulate with compliments and the feeling of receiving love.
On my 22nd birthday, I feel blessed to achieve so many wonderful wishes, and I truly think that every message and call was a gift, a blessing in disguise, and a lovely sensation which is just adding to my 'bank account'.
It feels really nice to celebrate it in style, in the way that I like, and with my wants fulfilled. My newness, my oldness leaving my side, and recognizing this new girl, this new Sanam, and what I like and dislike. It's actually like a complete make-over, where I'm starting to discover what the new me, likes, enjoys, dislikes and most of all my taste, style and what makes me comfortable.
It's like starting fresh, a new slate, a new mind, positive patterns and beliefs, reflective attitude, and most of all change, change and change. I dig this time, for the first time I'm starting to be what I have always wanted to be.
It's a beautiful transformation period in my life, where after a jolt of lessons, they're finally sinking in, and they've created with seeds, a wonderful flower that I see blooming with each day that passes.
It's 2010, and I couldn't be happier to be alive.
Why don't we appreciate the vast wealth we accumulate with compliments and the feeling of receiving love.
On my 22nd birthday, I feel blessed to achieve so many wonderful wishes, and I truly think that every message and call was a gift, a blessing in disguise, and a lovely sensation which is just adding to my 'bank account'.
It feels really nice to celebrate it in style, in the way that I like, and with my wants fulfilled. My newness, my oldness leaving my side, and recognizing this new girl, this new Sanam, and what I like and dislike. It's actually like a complete make-over, where I'm starting to discover what the new me, likes, enjoys, dislikes and most of all my taste, style and what makes me comfortable.
It's like starting fresh, a new slate, a new mind, positive patterns and beliefs, reflective attitude, and most of all change, change and change. I dig this time, for the first time I'm starting to be what I have always wanted to be.
It's a beautiful transformation period in my life, where after a jolt of lessons, they're finally sinking in, and they've created with seeds, a wonderful flower that I see blooming with each day that passes.
It's 2010, and I couldn't be happier to be alive.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Supporting Walls
The things you most want, are they really the ones you strive for
Those that are rooted deep down in the subconscious
Those that perhaps provide purpose
Do you resist, and fall for temptation
Or find it a way to get rid of procreation
Procreation of all sorts, like beauty in life
The sort you paint, like a sun in the bright sky
The ones you attract in your life, making it easy to have a simple life
All just appears, while your wondering if it's whack
Do you try to fight what's meant to be, and find another way
Do you try hard enough to stray, lay n pay
Does materialism take over, and your inner side remain
Silent as the peaceful sea, with a sun yet to rise 'day'
Do you ever wonder when your fight will stop
When the ego will surrender, or when the resistance will drop
Will it be the result of Universal situations and their consequence
or will the heart have a simple outburst
Will you come to terms with your wants and escapes
Will the escape be a dream, or is it a nurturing nightmare
When black n white cease to exist, their meaning buried in a grave
Will you unite to be one, as is meant on this beautiful fine day....
Those that are rooted deep down in the subconscious
Those that perhaps provide purpose
Do you resist, and fall for temptation
Or find it a way to get rid of procreation
Procreation of all sorts, like beauty in life
The sort you paint, like a sun in the bright sky
The ones you attract in your life, making it easy to have a simple life
All just appears, while your wondering if it's whack
Do you try to fight what's meant to be, and find another way
Do you try hard enough to stray, lay n pay
Does materialism take over, and your inner side remain
Silent as the peaceful sea, with a sun yet to rise 'day'
Do you ever wonder when your fight will stop
When the ego will surrender, or when the resistance will drop
Will it be the result of Universal situations and their consequence
or will the heart have a simple outburst
Will you come to terms with your wants and escapes
Will the escape be a dream, or is it a nurturing nightmare
When black n white cease to exist, their meaning buried in a grave
Will you unite to be one, as is meant on this beautiful fine day....
Let me battle your good n bad
What if I test you,
to see how far you'll go
What if I act in defeat, or in victory
Will you remain the same way
If I stay with my knowingness
Will you surpass trying to make me surrender
Will you test me too, even when you can tell
that I have no rules in human behavior
Will you believe my pitying, or will you answer to my anger
Will you accept that I rebel against my wants
Or consider it a weird thinker
When you know that I am
I will know that you are
to see how far you'll go
What if I act in defeat, or in victory
Will you remain the same way
If I stay with my knowingness
Will you surpass trying to make me surrender
Will you test me too, even when you can tell
that I have no rules in human behavior
Will you believe my pitying, or will you answer to my anger
Will you accept that I rebel against my wants
Or consider it a weird thinker
When you know that I am
I will know that you are
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Sexy vs Virginal
Is it the Black angel, or the White one
They look the same, just have a different hairstyle and outfit
The wings on the Black one are sharper, the White one's are softer
lllusions, Images, Actions
What happens when both of these unite?
They look the same, just have a different hairstyle and outfit
The wings on the Black one are sharper, the White one's are softer
lllusions, Images, Actions
What happens when both of these unite?
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Discover my Rehabilitation state of beingness
Nightmare state, darkness above, clouded directions and sincere lust
Ways I learnt, to deal with your active actions
Your egoistic head, and that body with which you run
Dark times, cloudy rains, thunderous states in a limited time frame
Ways to keep you going, moments that led you on, memories which made you stay
Cold word and eyes, pain fuelling that which you onto me made
Broken tears, held back non fear, and strength no reason could retain
Or was it my fantasy, that wicked thing which fulfills my known prophecy
The fall was meant to be, as much as the final turn, wearing black
Wondering where to run
Was it the 6 a.m train, the shadowed people, or the loneliness that caught up by
Your role in bed, whilst I had to find a way back
No home felt like home, the self lost all sense of I
No cries for help returned a call, Neither by months, neither by karma law
The olden days, when the globe turned black, the body blue,
our resultant state, and the torness that begun, or continued to loom
Ways I learnt, to deal with your active actions
Your egoistic head, and that body with which you run
Dark times, cloudy rains, thunderous states in a limited time frame
Ways to keep you going, moments that led you on, memories which made you stay
Cold word and eyes, pain fuelling that which you onto me made
Broken tears, held back non fear, and strength no reason could retain
Or was it my fantasy, that wicked thing which fulfills my known prophecy
The fall was meant to be, as much as the final turn, wearing black
Wondering where to run
Was it the 6 a.m train, the shadowed people, or the loneliness that caught up by
Your role in bed, whilst I had to find a way back
No home felt like home, the self lost all sense of I
No cries for help returned a call, Neither by months, neither by karma law
The olden days, when the globe turned black, the body blue,
our resultant state, and the torness that begun, or continued to loom
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