the painter

and i'm the painter
with a palette of colours
to paint a dream

with a paltette of dreams
to paint my life

i have but shades of grey
to paint a sky
with a tinge of pain
of poignancy the painter has
to begin

for the bluest skies beckon so
"contemplate the sweetness,"
when burgeoning wind bellows
tis alike; a bland of life
unbefitting but who's to fathom

even the aspen eyed with wry
weary with the painter by its side
tis a potrait sets not to beguile
a naif serene that serves a guise

but i'm the painter
with a palette of colours
to paint a dream

with a paltette of dreams
to paint my life

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Listening To :



2 + 2 = 5 by Radiohead


Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five
I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five
It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now
Because you're not there
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Yeah I feel it, I needed attention
Payin’ attention
Payin’ attention
Payin’ attention
Yeah I need it, I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
Yeah I love it, the attention
Payin’ attention
Payin’ attention
Payin’ attention
Soon oh
I try to sing along
But the music's all wrong
Cos I’m not
Cos I’m not
I’ll swallow up flies?
Back and hide
But I’m not
Oh hail to the thief
Oh hail to the thief
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
Don't question my authority
Or put me in the box
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
Oh go up to the king
And the sky is falling in
But it's not
But it's not
Maybe not
Maybe not

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random words :


i want to get to the other side
maybe it pleases me more
you know the words dont mean much
but it doesnt matter at all
why now, why then
regrets and forgiveness; my sin
heed not the bluest skies
for it leads you to a tale and high
imagine with sigh
am i the passing time
am i the prentender
why
so you feel it's a crime
so you feel it's a care of my mind
why
the grace of death
something i'll never have
it's all i need
it's all i ever want
the grace of death
the death of me
a soul and a mind; my sin
why now, why then
please let me go now
please let me go then
please.
a care of if i do not want
a care of words i do not need
i just want to get to the other side
it just pleases me more

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rantings of a sleepy whiner
who cant sleep


bright lights in town
people, faces ; sweet eyes
and always the now

a smoke, a smoke
a life
with love, with sigh
those nights to die

that's the piece
there's no fancy words
if there's a sneer
then i've in reply
"ka ni na bei chao chee bai"

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gather no moss

with the peeling of a wind
"too long! too long!"
the stone told the clouds
for it to seek once more
"too low! too low!"
the rain fling its words
at sea the wind howls with contempt
there the ship lays a cradling mock
but stare not at the sky for long
of it and plebeian ground
an allurement that arises not
the unanchored stone leaves not a dint
but soft sandy greys of memories
"too low! too low!"
the still does not please the ship adrift
as when the dreary wind blows
bring it back please
it's too hard to dream
"too long! too long!"
the stone told the clouds
with the peeling of a wind

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"when the dreary wind blows
bring me back please
it's too hard to dream"



Many A Whinings:
Something You Should Read And Then
Forget About What You Just Read

Warning : Might Be Deemed Insensitive,
High-handed And Extremely Offensive To
Certain Groups Of People

(p.s. as i read this days later, i realized i might
have been feeling abit too high for my own good.
but heck, i'm not going to delete this. not all,
at least.)



i know the's world going past,
but im still standin here
what am i gonna do about it?
nothing
you know what. i like whining
it makes you feel better but
yet so small at the same time
what the heck.
hurray to more whinings!
i love being the dreamer that i am
it's the only thing keeping me sane
im born in the wrong era...
i belong to one where we could
just lie underneath the sky
and dream; truly dream.


tell me. what is life really?
aint it but a passing dream
a dream that you and i share
moral values. religion.
self-imposed aspirations.
what a mockery of the mind
i feel sorry for people who believe in them
live a life, for life
not one dictated by society



A Snide To Pseudo Smokers



"dunhill and pall mall
two pack of lights
one world apart."


to pseudo smokers out there
please dont smoke.
you are giving smokers a bad name
most smokers smoke cause of social reasons
the stress they are under from trying to earn a living
the kind of lifestyle/social class they belong to..etc
so what the fuck reasons do a specified grp of people
have to start smoking? u arent surrounded by
smokers and i doubt most have financial problems.
fuck. most spend money as if they grow on tress.
maybe it does, but it grows on their parents instead
stress? stress from what?
studies? bullshit.
bgr? even more bullshit
ocs? one cartload full of bullshit
where to party next? well, that might be stessful
so why smoke? smoking damn cool izzit?
why am i condemning these pple?
maybe cause i'm surrounded by people who smoke, and these
people arent rich fucks with their fancy clothes and cars. they
are some who have jobs other than fufilling their obligation
to the nation because they have a family to support, a wife or
maybe a child even. others are pinned down by the bills they
have to pay. they dont have rich parents to sponsor their spendings,
u know.

... deleted portion ...

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surrogate

a sad countenance upon the opal sky
the light's farewell to the green
as grey ashes tend the evening field
boundless the wind that carries
another flower yet to weep for.
tell me
can they forgive the wind when it blows?
tell me
where do i go to fall from grace?
lest i leave before a taste.
the stoic and flower never shall intertwine
cause wont the real world cry when dreamers wake
can they forgive the wind when it weeps
maybe when this is done
it's time for another;
a flower

maybe the sky will smile
maybe there's sweetness on the ground
maybe when this is done
it's time for another

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maybe if i add in some jokes
and corny life stories on this blog
then it will have more hits?
.... nah.



"smoking harms your family"

hmm. something to ponder about
when i ord.

p.s. fuck all those chimneys.

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"wont the real world cry when the dreamers wake
can they forgive the wind when it weeps?"



I wont.

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yellow box

im drifting back
smoke in my eyes
tomorrow
that's my mind
come
i found another
a flick of light
forward
that's my mind
live
i say for later
again with why
sky
that's my mind
that's my mind

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