For Kirk

I've forgotten what taste feels like
Now that I've crossed the space
Flickering butterflies cross the eyes
Drawing patterns within the hair flow

Now I know what they talked about
I've gone away, on a trip to return
Completely anew, nothing you've ever seen before
The street signs will stand as strong as I've left them

D.W 24/10/07

I wrote this in my head last night whilst driving home, showed it to Kirk a few minutes ago and he wanted me to put it up here.
Hope you like it as much as I try to.

Cheers all and have a great weekend.

They stand weathered

I trust the flow
For I swim in your sea
Your still waters
The liar sinks

I stay a constant
While they follow time
An easy way to start
What they once lost

I choose not to move
Rather sway
Slowly erode my patience
With the tease of the wind

With whatevers left
I'll still turn my pillow
To the spot where they once lay
With nothing but a sparkle of a future

That saw an end
The flow is swift
The flow erodes
I trust the flow

D.W 19/07

What I've been reduced to

Rit said:
thts the long haired
super tall guy

Rit said:
who sits next to bullu n uzma


Aye, I'm definitely not sticking around long.

Eid Mubarak everybody

P.S <3 Simon Amstell :)

Another year...

...with barely any difference.

Happy birthday Dayaan.

*pulls cracker*

*fizz*

Flicker

The streetlamps seem dimmer,
or is it just me?
nobody around to contradict,
or be comfortably lied to,

But I heard a whisper in the chaos of it all,
I heard the 9:15 sliding past,
And I promise to be motionless.

D.W
20/9

Whats with..

...me liking covers more than originals?.



<3 Frou Frou though this is just really really good.

Internet Flaming 101

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Yeah, its from bash.org of course.
I joined MAHE.
I hate it.

Only 3 years to go though so yay *stab*.

Misogi

The most terrifying thing I can think of right now
Is a flash flood in a familiar room.
Your possessions, the more totemistic of which float about you
While your mind and body float around in confusion
Just knowing, eventually, fear and confusion on the bookshelf,
You realise whats about to happen and try for the door,
Panic-stricken thoughts projected like darts through the salt
Almost dissecting them in patterns.

The door isn't locked but everybody you ever loved continues at a drier pace,
Wondering why you drink so much, and will you ever awaken.

Awaken

You pinch yourself in an almost laughable way
Noticing the colours on the Dali coffee table book brushing past your earlobe
The progressive stages of desperation are as follows,

1.Shock
2.Disbelief
3.Hyper ventilation
4.Anger
5.Hyper ventilation
6.Exhaustion
7.Why me?
8.Defeat

Wallowing in a sea of self-pity, the balcony door slides open,
Kicking off a wall, you lunge towards it

But stop midway because you know there will be worse fates at hand,
At thought.

In succession.

Just embrace this inhuman,unworldy moment


For a while longer.


Farewell.

Pisschrist

Maybe it isn't all so deceptively linear, with event after event , unless you're a firm believer in fate.

I see it more like....a web, or an arrangement of fairy lights, each with varying intensity, its so fucking alive I can almost feel every fiber,

taste every leaf,
see every stupid animal-shaped cloud.

I've lived the better half of my life under the impression that I shouldn't really care about being an 'ist' or an 'ian' , even when told that I was probably just afraid of conforming.

Laughable.

Thats just it, isn't it?.How does one stray from conforming without actually doing so unintentionally?.

Well thats just it really,

intention.

Lets leave what we already know (or should know, *gazes at you meticulously*)

It's 3:09 AM, I should get some sneep.

I can't remember the last time I've felt so secure and stable, everythings under control and easy reach for now.

<3 you.

Hai ate us :(

So I picked up a couple of albums the other day, NIN's Year Zero that I've been putting off for a while, and I finally decided to pick up a copy and give it a go, while I was there, I also spotted 'Awake' by Josh Groban and thought I'd pick it up as well.
I've really liked this work before with 'Closer' but I have to say that at this point, I'm really lovering Awake, the lyrics are cheese of course, except for a few numbers but the man's vocal technique is astounding , you don't have to be a vocalist to catch upon a few interesting things he does in the album.

I've said it before when I used to run those old reviews and I still appreciate an artist who can use dynamics to his/her advantage. I'm a baritone myself and anyone would tell you how difficult it is to keep up with all those damned sopranos/tenors highs, Mr. Groban certainly does know how to raise you up even with a lower register (fuck did I just do that? , I swear it was unintentional,









fuck.)

I did get around to listening to Year Zero though, its a wonderful album, Reznor has again proven that he can still make music without the heroine, a flurry of high-fives to you my man.

Moving on, what?, I'm fine actually, a lot better in fact, thanks to her, I feel alive thanks for asking.

:)

The bands doing incredibly well too, Murtaza proved to be a great great great match with the Gotwood line-up, I hope he'll hang around with us :), look out for an EP coming out soon.

In other news, my 21st birthday since my esca....fuck.


In other news, my 21st birthdays coming up, am I excited?, nope.

Yes this was a post for the sake of posting, kinda the purpose of this blog, then again blogs don't need a purpose, just posts.

Goodnight.

No we aren't...

.....dead just yet :).

The Great Sea

It feels so good until the waves swallow you whole.

I wonder what comes first, the thought that you're actually drowning, or the quick burst of air that fills your lungs soon after.

Sometimes realisation isn't as swift as we hope it'd be.

This sea is almost an ocean, I cannot help but pour more in.

I wonder why I care, I see through it anyway.

When all you think you needed was just one breath to stay afloat.

It will be taken away.

This is an endless cycle of inspiration and disappointment.

As one dies, another is reminded of it's fate.

The sea has become us, we've become the sea.

This is but the first wave.

Realisation will never be as quick.

So I began with the end in mind.


Caes

Another filler

Heres my pathetic excuse for an entry since I haven't been blogging lately,



I know I know, I never thought I'd succumb to blog quizzies either but its come to this so shut up and take it internet leeches.

I still love you.

Beibei

-AA,Muffin :),Gorillaz,Burns

Wrenched

Massive Attack's album of something or the other playing in the background, the more I try to think about the name, the more my who-gives-a-flying meter glows red. This would be one of the few times I've been inspired to write about myself, ironically enough it took a night of drinking to bring me here but there goes another reading on the meter. I've an idea, lets turn this into a blog post, lets jot down something of substance, lets give 'em something to enjoy or more likely, something they could say they enjoyed without seeming awkward, better yet, lets end this sentence.

It's been about 2 or 3 hours and I still can't attribute the flavour in my mouth to anything one would experience in everyday life, though I'm thoroughly glad to see that cigarettes still bank on mystique, everybody knows what any kind of liqour might taste like, but with cigarettes, theres always that curiosity that momentarily overcomes your regular run'o'the'muck nicotine addiction. Bliss.

Over the past few years, I've dedicated much of my life to passively experiencing everything life has to offer, as well as experiencing what people actually mean when they proudly, yet stupidly proclaim that very statement. The first few words that would probably be on everybody's mind would probably be 'sex, drugs and rock'n'roll' , but really, everybody at this stage knows that the afore-mentioned 'creed' has been done time and time again until a life form becomes reminded of pain.

Ah sweet pain, it runs through our bodies like a black'n'blue river , never all that predictable , yet insultingly 'I told you so' when it does manage to strike you like a rookie ninja on his first day.

Recently I've been received the 'emo' crown (of thorns) after I joined a certain band, and this links me quite neatly to old man river , pain. I know for a fact that the word 'emo' doesn't really mean anything to me apart from a fashion sense or a trend, but I'm yet to meet an actual 'emo-induced' person, If you're one of them, please reply to this post so I can slap you quite swiftly on the face and prove that you aren't, the world has bigger problems than your dye-rottened head can possibly conceive.

*sigh* ignorant fools.

Call it a phase, but it might just be another spliff of experience pour moi, again just taking the world in without a gag reflex, trying out different things.

Being worldly.

Hahahaha thats rich.

I'm going to go ahead and end this little rant or whatever it may mean to you, but before I do, I'd like to formally apologise if I caused any of you to be curious about smoking, go ahead and read the little text on the boxes that informs you about the ramifications of ignorance,

Good day.

I just tried to backspace a speck of dust

Like water over a blue flame,I'm left without a plan of action.
I really haven't got a clue about what to expect in years to come.
Who do you blame when you really would die for something,
and then you realise you're not a part of a TV show where undeserving
actors spin yarns that aren't even original, let alone self-penned, and are ultimately rewarded.

This isn't poetry.
Why are we so weak-willed?, how do we always manage to fail in tests like that,
that inevitably lead to crackly, moral ads that seem to mock, rather than preach?.
I'm tired of beginning every thought with the words "I wish..." ,it makes me seem a really ungrateful,
but then again when do you know when you're genuinely ungrateful ?. Theres always something this world
spews at you, that can always 1up (or 1down) your current state of despair and above all,
Loneliness.

This isn't poetry.
Why do I have to put on a mask of interest whenever I have to read bad writing or silly and stupid blog posts for instance?.
They always put my own pieces into perspective which come off as equally amateurish.
Why are there so many politically-incorrect morons around me, that are quicker to voice their opinion,
than they are to come up with one thats uninfluenced by a wave of folk that hail from the same flock?.

Again, this isn't poetry.

Nope, this time it really isn't poetry.

-Caes


Mementos - Claires ring, AA-IOYP, Augustana, The E.T Ends

Fun with links

Hangman's Joke
Asking Alexandria
The Press
Stu Williamson

Definition

Snowy Days and Stressful Recordings

Hi, this would be my first post of the new year, I do realise its really late but I really had nothing to write about.

Yet now I find myself with a lot to write about but a lack of time, ignoring the fact that my fingers are quite numb (among other extremities). Recording goes well thankfully, my bass is done, and so are the drums.
Right now I'm in an internet cafe which happens to be right underneath a movie theatre, my toes don't feel like they really belong to me and I'm aching for a sandwich.
I'm coming back to Dubai on the 13th, so more news shall follow after that hopefully.

I really don't have much to say apart from..............nope I really don't have anything of substance.

Hope you lot are doing well, if you don't know where I am or what I've been upto, I'm sure someone will be able to fill you in.

Ah well, g'bye

Keywords - York,Recording,Piercing,Pret A Manger,Pig Hut,Delerium,Protest the Hero