Tuesday, August 25, 2009

SO WHY'D YOU SING HALLELUJAH

Life has a way of coming around and lifting you up imaginary wings. How can you ask for more? It has a way of finding you the one place, that one place that makes you so happy.

It is beautiful, to have your dreams, to live your dreams, to know you are going to live it to your fullest and more. More than you ever dreamt or dreamed.

Everything has a reason, to be, to play out.

Sorry Hamlet, maybe you got it wrong. Yorick was the one.

He laughed, he made you laugh, you knew him, more like you had the privilege to know him. He told you how it was to live, but you got it all wrong.

Stick to your ideals, your ideals, your heart knows it all. It knows it right. No matter how wrong it seems.

There will be you, changing the world, smiling in your grave.

Remember what your heart knew, what it felt.

Live.

Just live.

For we are the few people who know how to. Your life is not measured in coffee spoons.

You know how to live
You know how to write your destiny
You know how to love
So how can it be that you don't smile
It's you
Only you
Not your words
Only you
Only I



Monday, August 24, 2009

THE WRONG SONG

Yeah baby! Dream comes true... my life has become a Radiohead song.

Been thinking about you
Your record's a hit
Your eyes are on my wall
Your teeth are over there
But I'm still no one
And you're my star
What do you care?

Oops! Wasn't hoping for this one.

I've been thinking about you
So how can you sleep
These people aren't your friends
They're paid to kiss your feet
They don't know what I know
And why should you care
When I'm not there


Funny thing... this life.
Goodluck with all the words you borrowed.


Thursday, August 20, 2009

John Doe Way to Go

He is no longer nameless or unknown. John tried for the past one year to find an original notion that could explain the current state of affairs. The stagnation and apathy that has become John’s life. Hence John borrows the same words again, what if one day you find that all your hopes and dreams were the wrong way around.

Wow!

It is a crazy place to be. Crazier than a school, more maddening than ambition, worse than ageing cells. It’s not that John has become old, nor has he matured. John has simply left behind pieces of himself, for no reason at all. As if he was too lazy to carry himself forward. Better to shed your identity than fight for it. John doesn’t lament this unknown loss. John just doesn’t understand how it happened to him.

This was John. Take it or leave it. John was perfect, untouched, lucky and brilliant. Oh God what did John do to himself.

I am John – John Doe. I have lost myself.

And it’s alright. I am like everyone. I am happy like everyone.