Archive | November, 2011

Just wrote this now, so needs much more work

29 Nov

An orchestra silently slowly plays

Sound by sound of light horns

While angels pray.

Heartbeats pounding

Along with flickers of triangle taps,

Heartbeats pounding

Soft slow silent beats speeding.

Riding unicorns through misty clouds,

Together we ride hand in hand.

You smile, you stop, and your unicorn wavers,

And your eyes speak words

You cannot even say.

Your unicorn cries,

Yet you seem so strong

While I stay calmly assured,

You my dear,

You ride along.

Heartbeats pounding

Softly, slowly,

Silently speeding while beating to this

Barely breathing,

Broken heart.

Angels listen, they pause,

They start to chant and tinkle bells,

They dance, they sing,

They smile and look at me

And their eyes speak words

They cannot even say,

While I stay calmly assured,

As you, my dear,

You ride away.

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My Leaky Gut Syndrome

28 Nov

The words you conveyed, are still haunting me now

The love, that we made, only seems to subside

 Fading away, being left behind

I wanted the truth, but the truth will not leave me now

Continually growing, yet I remain to kid myself

Going out of my mind

I cannot leave those torturous thoughts behind

You hear my moan, my cry, and my selfish needs

Though they just feed my leaky gut syndrome

I continue to moan, I moan

What about me?

While you continue to scorn

This mournful soul

Deep in the heart of my soul

It bleeds

Bouncing back, too and throw

Like an echo, echo, this immortal greed

I am eternally haunted by the words I still hear

Fed to the multitude of dark creatures

Eating away in my ear

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

27 Nov

 Jealousy of someone else’s beauty only makes you more unattractive.

Even though the renowned fairy tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs is contradictory, in the sense of how it perceives beauty as aesthetic, in regards to Snow White being beautiful on the outside to portray her beauty within, and how the beautiful witch becomes haggard on the outside to convey her evil within, the story itself satisfyingly emphasises the fact that to be jealous of someone else’s beauty only makes you, yourself more unattractive. But still, the point is missed and the character of Snow White is in actual fact encouraging children to believe that beauty is only aesthetic, and perpetuates the stereotypes of what beauty is. More to the line of reasoning and less contradictory is the episode of My Little Pony, when the theme to the story is sung as follows…

 When you look at a caterpillar, its ugly to the eye

But remember a caterpillar turns into a butterfly

Ugly isn’t always nasty, pretty isn’t always nice

Looks can be deceiving

So remember

Always look twice

And so, never be jealous of anyone for being more attractive to the eye then yourself, because it will only make you even more ugly within, and that is where true beauty lies.

Breaking Up

25 Nov

Breaking up

Breaking up is an everyday occurrence. Although it is a very unpleasant experience, there are many other problems in the world, and when looking at the bigger picture, it does not actually seem like a big deal. But when we are going through this experience, it may feel like the world has ended. Why is this? Why do we feel like nothing else matters? Perhaps a little part of us dies? Or perhaps, in our deep subconscious, we feel a little selfish, for caring about only our own feelings? There is no denying our own pain. When we have been rejected, or simply just parted for whatever reasons, it still hurts.

http://mi9.com/the-broken-heart_29081.html

The reasons that relationships do not work are endless. Sometimes we do not know why we fall out of love, but one thing for certain is compatibility. Our personality, appearance, class, culture, ethnicity, upbringing, financial status, age, all of these things contribute to a strong lasting love affair and the falling apart of one. Consciously we seek those of admirable attributes, because subconsciously we are seeking those with a better gene pool. When we first date someone because of attraction, we may be unaware of what we have in common, and the relationship may fail as one another get to know each other. Some might say, that neither love, nor a broken heart has, any real substance, but if that were so, then why would so many people write songs in an expression of their emotions? Nether the less, we remain with a broken heart.  This is highlighted in the song Breakfast at Tiffany’s, a song based on a novel, then a film with the legend Audrey Hepburn playing the main character Holly Golighty: a carefree; young; independent American woman introduced into society in the 1950s as an actress. She is lusted after by an array of men. Holly befriends her narrator, and he falls madly head over heels in love with her, despite being in a long queue of admirers. Many women can relate to Holly today.  The story behind Breakfast at Tiffany’s suggests you don’t know what you have until it has gone, and is a typical case of unwise love.

You say that we’ve got nothing in common
No common ground to start from and we’re falling apart
You’ll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us still I know you just don’t care

And I said, ?What about breakfast at Tiffany’s??
She said, “I think I remember the film?
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it
And I said, “Well, that’s the one thing we’ve got”

I see you, the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me I guess I was wrong
So what now it’s plain to see we’re over
And I hate when things are over when so much is left undone

And I said, ?What about breakfast at Tiffany’s?
She said, “I think I remember the film?
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it
And I said, “Well, that’s the one thing we’ve got”

You say that we’ve got nothing in common
No common ground to start from and we’re falling apart
You’ll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us still I know you just don’t care

And I said, ?What about breakfast at Tiffany’s?
She said, “I think I remember the film?
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it
And I said, “Well, that’s the one thing we’ve got”

And I said, ?What about breakfast at Tiffany’s?
She said, “I think I remember the film?
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it
And I said, “Well, that’s the one thing we’ve got”

And I said, ?What about breakfast at Tiffany’s?
She said, “I think I remember the film?
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it
And I said, “Well, that’s the one thing we’ve got”

Written and performed by an American band called Deep Blue Something

 

 Echo & Narcissus

Love can be hard, especially when the love is unrequited. The myth about Echo and Narcissus, is a true example of how deeply this can affect a person. Echo was a beautiful forest nymph who would sit for hours chatting with the powerful queen Hera, while Hera’s husband, the king Zeus, played away with other beautiful forest nymphs. Hera found this out, so took away Echo’s voice. Echo could only speak the words of others. Echo then fell in love with a man named Narcissus, who could only love himself; therefore he had already broken many hearts. One day Echo noticed Narcissus in the woods, while he was hunting. She was astonished by his beauty so she followed him, and was desperate to meet him, but she could not speak. He heard someone following him, so he called out ‘who’s there?’ Echo could only answer ‘who’s there?’ Echo was so attracted to Narcissus that she run up to him and wrapped her arms around him. He pushed her away, and told her he does not want her. Echo was so hurt for him rejecting her, that she went to live alone in the caves to pine away. She had become so sorrowful, that she died of a broken heart. Those that would visit the woods, and when they spoke, would hear Echo‘s spirit, echoing their last words. As for Narcissus, the powerful Goddess of the hunt, Artemis, had heard of Narcissus’ arrogance and vanity and therefore put a spell on him, to fall in love with his own reflection in the river. He never left the river bed, as he was so in love with his own facade. He lingered there, admiring his own beauty, until his death. In place of his body grew a flower, which is called the Narcissus flower, and remains as so today.

The humanity is given back to the God’s,
While we live here,
Resting our heads on fear.
Tempting us with a draining type of look,
The narcotic drug,
We’ll sleep through it with luck.
There is just a type of daze,
Just the way you look away takes away.
Just the way you breathe takes part of me.
“Beauty in your breath is found, without doubt,
You are the beauty I talk about.
You are the perfection people live without,
If only I could be with you and stand out in a crowd.”
“You’re my lover,
My zero,
You’re my other,
And my hero.”
These mixed words inside my head,
Make me relive the words I’ve read.
With every passing step,
Every life’s goal and test,
I think of only one,
I think of only you.
My dreams will never be able to be true ,
Because of how I live,
And what I do.
But I’ll always have my dreams,
I’ll always be your king,
And you’ll be my queen.
With all that has been,

I must remember the world we live in,
That I can’t be your knight,
I can’t win this fight.
I can only pray to God I make it through the night alive.
Believe,
Believe in me.
Give life a chance,
You’re not stuck in here.
We together can break out of this domicile.
“This dictatorship takes away our wish,
Our wish that we may once again kiss.
My wish is only what is shown,
Yours not.”
Wish me luck as I face the battle alone,
Because you won’t help me go home.
You stay far back in the crowd,
As to not be too loud,
And watch me as the lions mock my weaknesses.
I scream to you,
You’re nowhere,
Nowhere to be.
Nowhere,
Nowhere to see.
You’re the world to me.
I scream aloud.
I call for you help,
Will you ever step out and confess?
Where was everyone else when you cared?
I must be less than I was,
For, as of now I am no one.
This, I suppose,

Is my only chance at you?
Wouldn’t you know?
“Drink from this cup of sensuality,
Drink it sympathetically.
This is too much hostility for you…
Barely enough for me.”
I was told by so many,
You were not worthy of me,
That you were as low as I could see.
I didn’t hear the voices that snivel.
I didn’t hear the evil.
And now,
You leave me,
Worse than ever.
And all I ever wanted was to be together.
I miss each other.
“This lonely time is not worthy of being defined,
As it is desperate for compassion and rhyme.
We may never again find what we’re looking for,
We may never again be truthfully in the same way we were before.
A desire,
An unlit bon fire.
I am lost,
And can never be saved,
Would you like to trade?
I want to be your slave.
I already own your hate.

Poem by David B Trussell

A similar statement was said by Juliet in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet (Act 2, Scene 1) when she says ‘my only love, born from my only hate.’

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Of course, there is the notorious circumstance of poor Romeo and Juliet. Not all heart break is due to unrequited and misguided love. The poignant situation for Romeo and Juliet, was that their families were at war, and they were forbidden from seeing each other. It caused such calamity, that Romeo and Juliet’s disastrous destiny was, that they took their own lives. Juliet had faked her own death as part of a plan to escape from her family’s control. Romeo was unaware that she was not really of spirit, so he mournfully drank a poison. Juliet awoke to this despair. Rather than be without her Romeo, she herself sadly parted from this world by stabbing herself in her broken heart.

A piece from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet: As conveyed by the character of Prince.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo

Closer to Nature

24 Nov

Hello belly

24 Nov

Hello Belly

It’s been fun, and you have been there when I needed you

But you have to go

It’s just not working out

Listen I have been through this already, I am not going to keep going over it

I didn’t want it to get nasty, but you have just pushed it too far

Now listen you fat cunt. Piss off.

No, not one more pie.