shh. =)

well,
it's approximate 20 hours 34 mins since the incident,
but, i'm still going to celebrate it anyway. =)

yep,
it's the birthday of a special person.
a person who is able to lit a smile in me no matter what's going on.
a person who is beautiful way beyond any comparison,
and yet she doesn't believe me.
nope she still doesn't. =)

people say that,
the myth of that one love which is sustaining always is not true.
but yet i disagree.
for i found mine a year and 8 months ago. =)

happy birthday joyce. =)
the light of my life.
just 53 days more dear.
till i'm back with you.

i love you. =)

same old concrete. same old trigger.

run,
like a steam down a mountainside,
with the wind in my back.
staring at the loss of souls behind,
living without a home.

of the mind of putting your burden down,
we have done it before,
we could definitely do it again.
but now all is gone.
all that matters is gone from the second that,
the second you pulled the trigger.

looking for the cause is pointless.
because you only need a mirror to do so.

nobody can tell us why people go insane,
why people choose to live alone.
but i certainly as hell would never choose to live alone.
for to live alone would be to be without you.
and i can't do that.
not me.


shapes of every size is moving behind your eyes,
smile because you are blinking the blood away,
oh shadow of the sun.

junkie wunkie woo.

My friend,
i'm oh so depressed,
I feel the question of the loneliness.
the quietness of the night wind, silenced by the cold,
cause it's hard when you don't know yourself.

hammering away on this keyboard isn't a shallow pursuit,
to the riches of vain fame with the hi and byes of momentary warmth.
it's an expression. a quiet one of the mind and the thoughts,
often not unspoken but always there,
by the tip of the lips.

it's hard to understand, but the average jul does understand,
despite the fact that of a foreign land and riches to be gain,
it just can't compare with the memories of a sun drenched and humid place.
a place of simple pleasures and a quick trip for a burger and some mental fun.
a distress signal so obviously blaring within the head is not easily ignored,
when you are standing on the balcony watching the pale faces play,
so undeservedly happy, with the cold wisps of the air tugging the hair everywhere.
oh no sir.
it's not easy at all.

2 more months eh?

Don't you know,
It's a love that lasts forever,
It's a love that has no past.
Ooh she digs me,
but I guess nobody ever really done that.
ooh but she did. she certainly did.
my warmth, my loverbird. =)

quiet poppies

You've got this new head filled up with smoke,
he lost that glow he used to have in his face,
empty burned bottle on the carpet,
everyone's lying beside it.
hold your tongue with your teeth.


a quiet easter is my easter for the past two weeks.
it would have been worse though,
if not for a certain joyce to chat to under the sheets,
to chat the night away. =)

gone are all the days of zooming around in a tacky silver car,
a hand on the wheel the other typing away on the phone.
gone are the days of heading to the shops and sitting down,
shooting a few guys while arranging some other poor souls to be dead by chaos.
and yet, it'll be back in 2 months.
it feels a bit like christmas. hehe.

from one small town to another,
albeit one that much is safer from the lack of cheap scooters,
and a lack of education for two generations of dopeheads and wraparounds.
you will never wake up to the sound of,
the ambulance screaming down ur lane at 3am back home though.
poor girl but it was her fault for drinking so much,
till the point of the rearrangement of the paint on the walls with bio paint made from dinner.

st patrick's day.
the night they painted my floor a living green with beer.
laugh out loud with a certain shake of the head will be proper i guess.
i guess.


oh ya.
nicholas cage is a batman wannabe.
kick ass.
hehe.


But it was cold, it was getting late
Sadly, she crept back into bed
But then she felt a soft kiss on her cheek
she opened her eyes.
smile my love. C=