Monday! Monday? Monday... Didn't seem like it :D

So, today I spent the day with two awesome people! I always feel smarter in some way or the other when I've spent the day with them and mostly I learn something new about music :D I honestly have absolutely no bloomin' clue as to how they put up with someone as uninformed as I am. Trust me, if my life were a movie, them and me would not be in the same clique :| It just wouldn't be done! But guess what!? We're not in a movie and I have to thank that incredible, wonderful, indescribable God who blessed me with friends like these :D Seriously, there's no one like HIM <3 ^.^ If you knew them like I do, you'd be insanely thankful too. Trust me on that.

     Hmmm... But there was one piece of wisdom they stumbled me across today that cannot compare to anything else and said "wisdom", trust me, was not their's. It comes from a great American mind by the name of Rebecca Black who seems to think many ought to have fallen at her feet in worship when her song "Friday" was released. Yeah, fat chance of me linking you to that, I will not obligingly enforce torture of such propensity on my kind readers. :D But this new information that brought me to tears, I must share. She analysed her lyrics so that the world could see how much they missed out on when they refused to accept her music as a 'work of art' or something like that. (CAUTION: Watch at own risk.)

     After the song came out, there were so many people talking about it, but me, being me, never bothered to look it up because pop culture, being pop culture, would manage its way into my life at some point >.< And boy, was I glad I didn't. But this analysis was mind-blowing. Much applause to the 'superior intellect' of Ms. Black. Really, what would the world be without her. (*whispers under breath, "MUCH BETTER")

     Sigh! Hmm... I think I got that out of my system now. Hopefully. Blah! Seriously, if you're not as moved as I was. TO PUNCH HER FACE IN. Then do let me know. I would like some of whatever you've been taking to ease your sharp senses. Or maybe you should let her know so she can pretend someone believes her words.

     Okay okay, moving on!

     THE WOMAN IN BLACK. Now, that's something to talk about. I have no clue how to feel about the movie. You know how when you watch a movie and you want the best for the 'hero'? Umm, well, I just didn't know how to size up what happens! Lol! Seriously, it's incredible though. The minimal soundscape, the videography of the English lanscape, the spooky house, the effects, the story... EVERYTHING worked. It works to creep you out slowly and take you level by level into the creepiness. It makes you jump. Makes you want to cry and say, "No, no, no, no, come on, don't let him die! Don't kill him! Let him save her!! Please!" Although, you never really know whom you're pleading to, nor do you know if you actually feel like you're there because you keep reminding yourself its a movie. Hmm, I agree with the three who insisted me watching it :D Although I must say it was quite amusing hearing stories of how they'd watched it their first times :P But, what happened to the dog!! It disappeared :( I think my biggest fear was that the dog would show up mutilated to bits :| Not a pleasant thought, trust me!

Meh -.- I talk to much... Hmm, I'm good, thanks for asking! Have fun with the rest of your day! <3

From Scratch.

Meh. I doubt any of you thought I'm talking about that animation software so I'm not going to bother saying, "No, I don't mean that..." So... Helloo :P I'm lost O.o Little obvious, I suppose :P

    From Scratch just means that I want to actually start again, and make this blog, however bland anyone thinks it is, more than just a backup of my poetry. It means, umm, well I think it means that I'm turning over a new leaf and am going to make each post mean something, if to no one else, at least to me. I'm probably not going to have a particular theme in mind when I start typing, or I may start with one and end up somewhere completely different in my rambles. But, what I do is what I do and I suppose, someone may read it :)

     I have to admit though, I probably wouldn't be writing this if Li'l Joe hadn't started hers and told me I ought to start one myself. She's extra brilliant and ridiculously hilarious. So do not expect the same standards or style :P I'm just the humble writer testing the waters :P But thanks for the push (*coughs* 'gentle nudge') hon. :) <3

     My brother is sitting next to me playing songs like Diamond sword, if that can be called a song, making this first post of my new square one phase of my blog more difficult than it already is O.o I'd advise you not to look it up, but if you're curious, feed it. Or just wait till you meet my brilliant bro someday in person. He's the kind of guy who writes poetry because someone couldn't sleep and needed a bedtime story! Seriously! Check his blog out. You'll catch a glimpse of his personality :D

    So, I have no clue where to start or what to say, so Imma say, I recently read another book of the Redwall series and it made me very happy! I love how Brian Jacques has managed to adapt the English language into a peculiar form for each kind of animal. Oh wait, I probably should have mentioned the brilliance in the big RED Bricked building that's a sanctuary for all good creatures, just out of reach from vermin hands. You don't like it? You think its boring? I think it serves the purpose reading has always had for me. 

     It takes me to a world that isn't the one I live in. A world where I know good will prevail. Where it doesn't feel like everything's always falling apart. I love that each Redwaller is obligated to himself to be kind and loving and helpful and that's what is expected not excellence in a particular walk of life but to be part of the community, to love and be one and and... I'm rambling but I hope you sort of get the point.

I can completely relate to this, it's how I feel when I'm around my besties... Like we can be from Mars and Pluto and still be the best of friends. I'd wish this for anyone and everyone. It's a wonderful feeling ^.^ <3 

    But back to the point, that's what reading's about to me you know, the happy endings and the feeling that things don't have to stay the way they do in the cruel world. I mean come on! If a bunch of animals from all walks of life can manage to get along and live in harmony, shouldn't the so called "higher species" be able to do the same? (I don't technically believe the higher species bit though)

    I think I had a point in there somewhere... If I figure out how to stop rambling, I'll let you lot know :D For now, I'mma say goodnight. Stay blessed coz we all are ^.^

Hmm. An end and a start? O.o Figure it out.

So, I spent 6 months as a part of Shadow Liberation and this is just the tip of all the things I would have liked to say and even more things I probably wouldn't have liked to say unless you forcibly pulled it out of me with hours of redundant questions that seem to go nowhere but lead to me actually saying stuff :P 2 minutes for a reflective video O.o People say I write too much anyway, apparently reading is a dying artform... Sigh, anyway, I managed to get a gist of what I was feeling when I made this, but trust me when I say, TIP OF THE ICEBERG :P

Not much of a blogger here, but my first not poem post. Yay me?! :P Maybe I should actually start. But then what would I possibly say?

Wait. FAIL. The video contains a mound of poetry -.- Try again Danie. Meh. Sigh, but I suppose its still a step further from all those poems you read (supposing you've read any) when I actually seem like I'm talking to you :D Tatas!

To Battle

Warrior, hear the battle call.

Your time has come.

Fire arms may bring you down.

But your honour will live on.

Broken-hearted maidens watch

The army marches by.

Songs sung of comfort lost

Embracing the last lullabye.

Little lads run along beside.

Their fathers barely known.

Metal clanking, armour clad.

Echoes of laments true.

Flags of mourning flying high.

The villagers each spare a sigh

Homes, cattle, farmland left behind.

A cloud of dust the only sight.

Bursts of sorrow and painful melodies

Amidst them one of hope regained.

“They’ll be back soon”, her voice strong.

“As sure as the sun will rise.”

Harsh words for silence announced.

“You know not the future.”

But she penetrates the heavy cloud

Feather weight, the intruder.

Hope sown, hope never known.

Song of a grand return.

Marching soldiers, trudging on.

Ears perked in wonder.

Listen. Remember.

A day of joy to come.

Spirits rise to battle to go.

Hoping soon to be back.

Sorrowful hearts, ablaze anew.

War meaningless once more.

Families looking forward to

Being whole again.

Well Worth the Task.

She watches and waits.

Days pass away.

Mind weak and tumultous.

Thoughts out of control.

Left to despair

With anger brimming over.

Answers to "why's"

Are too cold to give.

Born in a time of trust going rotten,

Lies being told like the wind and the water.

Waves crash against her.

As she stands knee deep.

Though provoking action.

To live or escape.

Forgotten soul, not forgotten. 

Competing voices in her head. 

Images blurring the horizon. 

The wind convincing her to live.

Why she stays, she knows not.

But she will not go before time.

Purpose planned she knows not.

But well versed she is, to not whine.

Love, it fills her desperate soul.

As love heals her heart.

Opening up, though difficult.

Love's well worth the task.

Why ShadyLib

What is ShadyLib?

Eva

Eva knew not the time of day

Eva had somehow lost her way

But Eva knew not to worry or fuss

Because Eva was never to be left in the dust.

Eva smiles, “I’ll be home soon.”

“How long will you roam, awaiting doom?”

Others would question her sanity so.

But Eva goes on. Never alone.

Musicman

The music box opens

The faint melody floats lightly

Growing louder in her ears

But for a moment, she sways.

The little girl lifts her head.

Her hair flies out of her face.

The music glistens in her eyes

It means more than the lovely sounds.

Every spin of a chord,

Every note and charming bell

Tinkling sounds amuse her.

Make her breath swell.

The glimmer of hope

Amidst the dark tale of doom

Was all she needed

To notice light through the gloom.

Foes forgotten, fate flimsy no more

She sees the glow of the friend, sought for.

The music reminds her again to smile.

The musicman knew the strange tides.

In His Arms

When all the world looks down on you

And you see yourself shining.

All you need to do is hold on to the Truth

And nothing can cause you to fade.

Everything said, everything done.

Not one distraction standing.

You smile, satisfied, because you know.

God is always watching.

And it’s not judgement you see in His eyes.

But love abundant and growing

You wonder why, for you, He cries.

And you go on never knowing

But to you he calls out.

By name he chose.

He wants you right beside him.

To show the world that hope isn’t lost.

It’s in His arms residing.

Two - Face

Cautious and scared, always aware.

Proud and arrogant, unthought blare.

Hiding uncertain of what to say.

The ignorance, my badge of honour today.

Quietly shaking in intimidating silence.

Screams fuel the anger shared.

Darkness, the voice of hatred bore.

Innocence, lost in utter despair.

Purity blemished, unable to rebound.

Vengeance did not like clarity sound.

Stories transcend, yet they cannot comprehend.

Attack vigilant, there was no defense.

Stare into the void. Blink.

Blatant fear, awaiting the cringe.

Numb, broken, bound, ensnared.

Numb, unsatisfied, reverse what was dared.

I am

I am who I am is what I’ve told myself

“Be who you are” is what I’m told.

But when all you’re told is of what is expected.

What society, over years, has constructed.

And all our ways are so restricted.

That our hope is solely to be accepted.

And yet, “I am who I am” is what I’ve said.

Who?

I am who I am

But I no longer know who I am

Because who I’ve been is who I’ve wanted to be

So that others can see?
And that I may be free?

But that does not make me who I am

Or who I could be

But would I be who I need to be

To be the me the world ceases to see?

But who I am is whom I’ve tried not to be.

To be all whom I can be

And still things have worked in revers

For who I am is who I should be

Whom I could be but possibly

Not whom I want to be

Nor whom I stay saying, ‘I’m me.’

Will I ever be free?

Truth.

Stories unfold

Of secrets untold

Meanings understood

And reasons forgotten.

Blind belief

Broken in grief

Claiming to know

The One who sees all.

Sleeping spirit rise

Tell all mankind

Truth is not told

But seen all around.

Before You Reach

You wish you knew what to do

Or even what to say

Helpless and burdened

You keep walking your way

You wonder, ‘Will it ever end?’

This mountain that you scale.

The valley may have been beautiful,

But it’s always about the climb.

You struggle to hold on.

You wish to give up.

You want to go home.

You’re just tired and rough.

Your voice is coarse as you cry out for help,

But not a soul will appear to dry your tears.

Then you quieten, leave every thought aside.

To hear a voice that calls your name, faintly from inside.

The more you listen, the louder you hear.

The easier the climb, as the peak draws near.

You’re going home, though a while it may take.

But you’re determined to give your best, even before you reach.