I live with every crack of the sky that brings tears to thirsty soil.
I yearn with every grievance struck upon me by human spite.
I seek the judgement day brought swiftly, ending this mortal frame.
I am but a lone wolf seeking shelter.
I will be forsaken.
I will be.
Dayaan
Friday, March 27, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I collide
One, two three
Lets meet and cavort like old times
In the same apartment towering over city cars
painting bright neon lines in a slow shutter
Lets roar louder than the fire engulfed
In, out and around a dying building sacrificed
Twirling and twisting around a promise broken
Time beats with the sound of scurrying seconds
I'm thinking, running, screaming faster now until sunshine
The clicking hands fall to the floor
It's left me in the middle of my own little choreographed breakdown
As the dust settles
The sun will be my own, and only witness
Goodnight
Dayaan
In his own right
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
If the last man still stood
Ever found a purpose in thought and failed at it?
You're now not only thinking of a purpose,
But by doing so, proving yourself wrong if you believed in the first line.
I hear about 'modern thinking' so much nowadays and it's quite intimidating if you do follow it closely, because any speculation on the subject automatically renders almost any hypothesis ultimately pointless.
The reason is, because it's just that easy.
Where are the great thinkers of yore?, where are the 2009 incarnates of Plato?, the manifestations Socrates?, hell, where are the damned Crowleys nowadays?.
Haha.
Free speech and the mythical microphone for everybody in today's day and age with the aid of newer and more liberal mediums of media? (thats going to make money someday, or maybe it has already and I've missed the curry-train). Pfft.
The subconscious and taut reins of the 'better man' still pull hard at the layman by the teeth.
I crave for innovation, something new, lets do away with subtlety forever.
And invoke the power of dream.
Nova eterna
You're now not only thinking of a purpose,
But by doing so, proving yourself wrong if you believed in the first line.
I hear about 'modern thinking' so much nowadays and it's quite intimidating if you do follow it closely, because any speculation on the subject automatically renders almost any hypothesis ultimately pointless.
The reason is, because it's just that easy.
Where are the great thinkers of yore?, where are the 2009 incarnates of Plato?, the manifestations Socrates?, hell, where are the damned Crowleys nowadays?.
Haha.
Free speech and the mythical microphone for everybody in today's day and age with the aid of newer and more liberal mediums of media? (thats going to make money someday, or maybe it has already and I've missed the curry-train). Pfft.
The subconscious and taut reins of the 'better man' still pull hard at the layman by the teeth.
I crave for innovation, something new, lets do away with subtlety forever.
And invoke the power of dream.
Nova eterna
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Flash photography
Everybodys watching me
Put away good morals and enter the flame
Everybodys haunting me
Tear away the curtains and throw it all in
This is how I want to live
Sonic ecstasy and a box of cigarettes
There isn't a care in my world
Casual blasphemy and a box of matches
Light the fire
Let it burn
The infamous flame
Hiding behind a paper shield
Let it surround me
Let it pull me
Deeper
Deeper still
D.w
Friday, December 19, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
Built in her vision
shehara: Sometimes my nose whistles
hitesh: It's okay, ill penetrate your nose!
dayaan: and impregnate your eyeballs. What a fun ride to the delivery room that'll be
shehara: that is almost poetic
WORK ON THIS
dayaan: haha, are you serious?
shehara: ya plz
I see six eyes looking
Looking at me
Sharing your perception
I see six eyes looking
Looking at me
Occular penetration
I reach in with two hands
Pierced retinas
Bloodies t'sheets
I reach back with two hands
Lifeless and limp
Bloodies t'floor
I see four eyes looking at me
Looking back at two
With cruel intent
D.W 5/12/08
hitesh: It's okay, ill penetrate your nose!
dayaan: and impregnate your eyeballs. What a fun ride to the delivery room that'll be
shehara: that is almost poetic
WORK ON THIS
dayaan: haha, are you serious?
shehara: ya plz
I see six eyes looking
Looking at me
Sharing your perception
I see six eyes looking
Looking at me
Occular penetration
I reach in with two hands
Pierced retinas
Bloodies t'sheets
I reach back with two hands
Lifeless and limp
Bloodies t'floor
I see four eyes looking at me
Looking back at two
With cruel intent
D.W 5/12/08
Thursday, November 20, 2008
August Burns Red for Desert Rock '09
Peter says:
Desert Rock Festival’s announced line-up so far is: Arch Enemy, Opeth, Chimaira and August
Burns Red.
Peter says:
Dreamfall | noms you says:
WHAT
Dreamfall | noms you says:
THE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT ON A MULBERRY PATCH FUCKJING
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK
Dreamfall | noms you says:
YUE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT
Peter says:
hehe
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OMG
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OMG
OMGOMEGIN EG
EGOINU83h
Dreamfall | noms you says:
3n94b
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK SALAD
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OH MY GOD
Dreamfall | noms you says:
DUDE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
INSANITY UENU#BNF*)(H#
Peter says:
i am waitig for brunos reaction
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OH MY COCK BURN MASALA WTF SHITFUCK YESYES
Dreamfall | noms you says:
HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
Desert Rock Festival’s announced line-up so far is: Arch Enemy, Opeth, Chimaira and August
Burns Red.
Peter says:
Dreamfall | noms you says:
WHAT
Dreamfall | noms you says:
THE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT ON A MULBERRY PATCH FUCKJING
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK
Dreamfall | noms you says:
YUE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT
Peter says:
hehe
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OMG
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OMG
OMGOMEGIN EG
EGOINU83h
Dreamfall | noms you says:
3n94b
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK SALAD
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OH MY GOD
Dreamfall | noms you says:
DUDE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
INSANITY UENU#BNF*)(H#
Peter says:
i am waitig for brunos reaction
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OH MY COCK BURN MASALA WTF SHITFUCK YESYES
Dreamfall | noms you says:
HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
So I began, with the end in mind
Syndrome
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"They're not letting you go back"
"Wait, hear what?"
"Here they come.."
"But I thought...."
Thats all that I managed to get across as a white star burst into flames, and rained hell around the two of us.
Time isn't a factor well realised here, you could live a century in a second, and the only thing you'd have to prove you were there,
is the experience in itself.
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"They're not letting you go back"
"Wait, hear what?"
"Here they come.."
"But I thought...."
Thats all that I managed to get across as a white star burst into flames, and rained hell around the two of us.
Time isn't a factor well realised here, you could live a century in a second, and the only thing you'd have to prove you were there,
is the experience in itself.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Songlines
There are no secrets here
This is the busiest terminal in the universe
There's no way I can stay
Yet I've created this place
You existed here once before
I remember the outlines
I remember almost everything
We lay on the floor counting
I can't take anything with me
I can't leave anything behind
I have the tiniest part in this drama unfolding
Until I'm pulled back down
We have no consequence
We have no effect
We have nothing else
We are The Undreaming
D.W
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Being a smiley isn't really all that fun
I feel like I've been given a whiteboard and a large black marker pen with nothing on my mind so this'll have to suffice for now kai?.
Smileys have it bad
Bai
EDIT : Uploading onto the blog seems to butcher my beautiful clock :(, I'm going to have to link >.<.
Smileys have it bad
Bai
EDIT : Uploading onto the blog seems to butcher my beautiful clock :(, I'm going to have to link >.<.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Blowing away cobwebs and dried up wit
Er, hi.
Alright, lets see if I can actually get this thing back into gear, it's been almost a year since I visited, I'll leave you with something recent.
Thanks.
Sleep well my late friend
This was all over in a heartbeat
I hope you're never lied to
And I hope you'll forget
I can't leave this behind
These hands will always be mine
Blinding shine, whiten the road ahead
Eyes already widened minutes before
Two lives ended before they ever began
Walking it off, soft steps, weary wanderer
I can't leave this behind
These hands will always be mine
I'm home with a different colour
Your colours still run where I left you
These shades will forever bleed into one
These rivers will forever drown me
Dayaan,
Alright, lets see if I can actually get this thing back into gear, it's been almost a year since I visited, I'll leave you with something recent.
Thanks.
Sleep well my late friend
This was all over in a heartbeat
I hope you're never lied to
And I hope you'll forget
I can't leave this behind
These hands will always be mine
Blinding shine, whiten the road ahead
Eyes already widened minutes before
Two lives ended before they ever began
Walking it off, soft steps, weary wanderer
I can't leave this behind
These hands will always be mine
I'm home with a different colour
Your colours still run where I left you
These shades will forever bleed into one
These rivers will forever drown me
Dayaan,
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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.
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.
Friday, October 19, 2007
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
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
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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 :)
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 :)
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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
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
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Whats with..
...me liking covers more than originals?.
<3 Frou Frou though this is just really really good.
<3 Frou Frou though this is just really really good.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Internet Flaming 101
Donut[AFK]> INSULT
Eurakarte> RETORT
Donut[AFK]> COUNTER-RETORT
Eurakarte> QUESTIONING OF SEXUAL PREFERENCE
Donut[AFK]> SUGGESTION TO SHUT THE FUCK UP
Eurakarte> NOTATION THAT YOU CREATE A VACUUM
Donut[AFK]> RIPOSTE
Donut[AFK]> ADDON RIPOSTE
Eurakarte> COUNTER-RIPOSTE
Donut[AFK]> COUNTER-COUNTER RIPOSTE
Eurakarte> NONSENSICAL STATEMENT INVOLVING PLANKTON
Miles_Prower> RESPONSE TO RANDOM STATEMENT AND THREAT TO BAN OPPOSING SIDES
Eurakarte> WORDS OF PRAISE FOR FISHFOOD
Miles_Prower> ACKNOWLEDGEMENT AND ACCEPTENCE OF TERMS
Yeah, its from bash.org of course.
I joined MAHE.
I hate it.
Only 3 years to go though so yay *stab*.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
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.
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.
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