Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Accidental Babies


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Well I Held You Like A Lover
Happy Hands And Your Elbow In The Appropriate Place
And We Ignored Our Others, Happy Plans
For That Delicate Look Upon Your Face
Our Bodies Moved And Hardened
Hurting Parts Of Your Garden
With No Room For A Pardon
In A Place Where No One Knows What We Have Done

Do You ComeTogether Ever With Him?
And Is He Dark Enough?
Enough To See Your Light?
And Do You Brush Your Teeth Before You Kiss?
Do You Miss My Smell?
And Is He Bold Enough To Take You On?
Do You Feel Like You Belong?
And Does He Drive You Wild?
Or Just Mildly Free?
What About Me?

Well You Held Me Like A Lover
Sweaty HandsAnd My Foot In The Appropriate Place
And We Use Cushions To CoverHappy Glands
In The Mild Issue Of Our Disgrace
Our Minds Pressed And Guarded
While Our Flesh Disregarded
The Lack Of Space
For The Light-hearted
In The Boom That Beats Our Drum

Well I Know I Make You CryAnd I Know Sometimes You Wanna Die
But Do You Really Feel Alive Without Me?
If So, Be Free
If Not, Leave Him For Me
Before One Of Us Has Accidental Babies
For We Are In Love

Do You ComeTogether Ever With Him?
Is He Dark Enough?
Enough To See Your Light?
Do You Brush Your Teeth Before You Kiss?
Do You Miss My Smell?
And Is He Bold Enough To Take You On?
Do You Feel Like You Belong?
And Does He Drive You Wild?
Or Just Mildly Free?
What About Me?
What About Me?

posted by OneTwoDelta on 11:00 AM

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

My Way
The words says it all...

posted by OneTwoDelta on 2:59 PM

Monday, January 29, 2007
The Big Man



"Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain.
It's not something you learn in school.
But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship,
you really haven't learned anything."
: Muhammad Ali :

posted by OneTwoDelta on 8:13 AM

Sunday, January 28, 2007
The Mime
The voiceless person speaks
Mute he is and deaf they seem
His sound is his expression
Sense is what he tries hard to make,
To comprehend is how he tries to enlighten
Frustrated the voiceless person is
But contented when not blind and deaf
For blindless and deafless is his key
To all his doors




Seed
A seed is planted
Blessed with life and open doors
Flourished in grace with such wise
And embrace life as it gently comes
For that tree shall one day wither



Unfound
The seeds planted underneath the soil
Sits dormant still and awaits to become
Meditate to wise into vibrance soon
Beauty awaits those eyes to indulge
Into peace it sways the heart to love
Still planted those seeds underneath and unfound...


posted by OneTwoDelta on 4:31 AM

Friday, January 26, 2007

Like a Star : Corrine Bailey Rae
An honest and sublime take on Love...

Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands,
Honour to love you

Still i wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

You've got this look i can't describe,
You make me feel like I'm alive,
When everything else is au fait,
Without a doubt you're on my side,
Heaven has been away too long,
Can't find the words to write this song,
Oh.,.. Your love,

Still i wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

I have come to understand,
The way it is,
It's not a secret anymore,
'cause we've been through that before,
From tonight I know that you're the only one,
I've been confused and in the dark,
Now I understand,

I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
I wonder why it is,
I wont let my guard down,
To anyone but you
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands

posted by OneTwoDelta on 2:07 AM

Sunday, January 21, 2007
True love will find you in the end
True love will find you in the end
You'll find out just who was your friend
Don't be sad, I know you will,
But dont give up until
True love will find you in the end

This is a promise with a catch
Only if you're looking can it find you
'Cause true love is searching too
But how can it recognize you
Unless you step out into the light?
Don't be sad i know you will
But don't give up until
True love finds you in the end.


::written by Daniel Johnston::

posted by OneTwoDelta on 1:34 PM

Saturday, January 20, 2007
Let There Be Light

An ending scene, Northern Exposure

posted by OneTwoDelta on 10:25 AM

Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Cryptic Attraction
Miniscule hope but silently seeking
Frugal to my heart but generous I desire to be
Parsimonious I am to convey my confessions
In penurious speech I hide my affections
To compromise myself from my utter grief
When every step I played my card
In concealed order I alter my dealings
If chances I am bestowed to receive
And if time I am lushly spared
Closer to you I please to grow

posted by OneTwoDelta on 1:02 PM

Wednesday, January 03, 2007
About a Song

Have you had this amazing sensation of reminiscence when you are struck with a melody that your sensory comes back from pieces you've left behind years back in the quest of growing up? Things so obscure that it grew obsolete and you would gasp at its revivals? Such that you wonder where time had gone and passed, as if part of life then were snipped from your timeline. So fresh you could almost taste the moments. Even so fresh you would laugh at how silly the journey of your innocence were. The tingling fuzziness behind your ears that makes you sigh at the simple moments in your life. The blissful simplicity in life then and the sense of adventure to things unexplored that seemed complex and in eager for your trial.

I would have pictured me doing my homework at night and listening to soft rock on radio probably in ranges like, Extreme's: More than words. Homework seemed to be everything about Mathematics though. Listening vigilantly to request shows on radio playing at chances of my requests that I had mailed or maybe from friends for yours truly. Its so warm and fuzzy that the brightness of tomorrow greets me by the morning air as I donned my faded school uniform or the crisp prickly ones when its time to replenish. Vanity was a part of settling in and fitting in. Appearance was a form of medium for us to be perceived and awarded in stature. The cold excitement at trade of attention to the admired and the ecstasy of nervousness and glee as we fix our eyes to our crushes. The innocent twinkle as we glare and glance from the corner of our eyes, usually followed by a gentle heap of breath. And then with the most silent smile we could ever pulled.

And yes, all these magnitude of reminiscence from the amazing tune of a song.




posted by OneTwoDelta on 12:50 PM

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