requiem for the fallen

he is unrestrained rage,
twisted space,
a nexus to the black hole,
that sucks in everything around him,
compressed together,
within this twisting nether,

a blade out of the furnace,
hammered and shaped,
this rage is placed,
the bellows fan the flames,
the blade is lifted,
pointed at the earth and sky,

the death mask is in place,
a suit of armour,
fearsome and loathsome,
his rage calls for blood,
we go to war,
this old hound howls,

with his accursed blade,
he tears asunder,
all that stand in his way,
from head to toe he is covered in bloodshed,
all around him his foes fall,
till there are none left standing tall,

bloodlust leaves him,
he keels over in exhaustion,
he looks for a sign,
he looks at the stars in the great heights,
he closes his eyes,
and takes his life,

hypocrisy volume one - valentine's day

It's valentine's day once again and even as the morning dew saturates the air you can feel the groaning of waking hypocrisy. All across the planet couples are getting ready for tonight.

New shoes, outfits, accessories, haircuts. All in preparation of this one sadly pointless day. Made pointless by our hypocrisy. St. Valentine the patron saint of lovers, gave his life so that young roman couples could be together. He smuggled the young soldiers back from the frontlines so that they could spend some time with their lovers. For his kindness he lost his life.

But today we spit on his memory with our gross consumeralism. Our tacky gifts of chocolates and flowers. Feeding an industry that cares nothing about the well being of your relationship.

Flowers and chocolates aren't inherently bad. In fact it is a nice thing to give your loved one a gift of affection. God alone knows how much we need to love each other. The problem is that rather than see this day as a day to be corny and tacky and goofy about your relationship, the world has turned it into the penultimate day of any relationship.

You see people stress out about dinner reservations, presents. Rather than simply making time to be together.

In many relationships, you'll see how this is the only day for romance. Tragic when everyday is a day for romance. So many relationships falter because their valentine's day was less than perfect.

It saddens me, what started out as a tribute to the memory of a man who encouraged and fostered young love has turned into a petty day to feed personal desires for worldly possessions and shallow relationships.

To she who has my heart. Everyday with you is valentine's day because we always seem to find ways to make everything we do have meaning to our lives, you and I are perfectly imperfect, we compliment each other. You take me out of my mind and you make me consider the world around me. I stop to smell the flowers because you free my mind up to do so. In a mind of chaos you bring me focus.

I am turbulent, a raging torrent of thoughts and philosophies, of precepts and ideas, I am a violent storm, my very nature swallows me whole yet there you stand on the shore amidst the swirling vortex of entropy that is my life. You guide me by the hand to safety, take me like a child into your arms. You bring me peace, you keep me calm when all the world is too much to bear. You fill me up, you're in my veins. You take my breath away.

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an evening out at Asia cafe

The night air is cool. Three people share an evening of laughter. Food, drink and merriment.

Teh tarik, teh ice and teh o ice. Whatever the poison be, here at this table there is camaraderie.












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the euphoric nature of hot coffee

So I'm out of the house today, head to the mechanic to pay a deposit on a new engine for quirk, my car. Yes I named my car quirk. She's awesome. You cannot begin to imagine how much I miss her.

Anyways I put the deposit down and decide to head to pyramid where low and behold I meet Joanna. Random coincidence. Why am I blogging about this? No reason.

Now I'm at starbucks having a caramel machiatto, hot, grande.




I sit back sipping this drink and my mind begins to wander. I am suddenly diffused and ethereal. I spin thoughts that are abstract and whose contents are an esoteric caveat.

I take in the brightness of my surroundings. The glow of this place, draws me like a moth to an open flame.





Till my vision tunnels to the one real thing. The warmth of a cup in my hands.




This is me and my cup of coffee. Its soothing nature, calms my turbulent soul. The goodness and simplicity inherent in its saturated flavour takes all of me.

The bitter complexity of the bean, the creamy goodness of milk foamed to give it a sense of airieness. The sweetness of vanilla and caramel and perhaps most important of all the warmth of the cup.

Le dolce vita.

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hoegaarden makes everything better

That was one heck of an awesome beer. Half a litre of pure joy.


I remember the first time I saw a pint glass and I thought to myself, much like old sachmo Louis Armstrong, what a wonderful world. And after you've had a glass you're bound to see rainbows. Oh wait that is shrooms… my bad.

Still a pint fosters a certain sense of merriment between the people sitting at the table. A pint is something you have with your mates and it is the sort of camaraderie that furthers friendships.

So lads a toast to the almighty pint and the fellowship it brings.

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fives

My sunnies :)


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a vase

I'm alone in my bed, with all care and woe upon me I have no refuge it would seem, no place to hide from my wretched thoughts.

I cannot find escape and am too far from her sweet embrace. I drift through conscious states to the place where time evaporates somewhere out there lost inside this space.

I am a man within a broken vase, seeping out of the cracks that line its surface, into nothingness with gravity I am chased.

Remember me oh little face. Soft kisses that allure away from another nightmare's insufficient pace. I sleep without a trace of the life I've lived today. I close my eyes in faith to see another day.



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