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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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Thursday, October 09, 2008
The Song of Surrender
Song of Surrender
Hold me close--
for a night as pure as this
May never return. Stay with me awhile--
For in this birth
Our paths may not cross again.
So what if this tryst
has no tomorrow.
The dreaded guest is at the door.
When his work is done
I will have drawn my last breath.
Why try to reason
what is beyond reason?
You bestow upon me more
Than I'm seeking. What little I give
I lavish upon your yearning.
If this will fill
our begging bowls
Why should laws, oaths, hold us back?
Stretch your arm and take my hand.
History has already written us.
Saleem Peeradina
Monday, October 06, 2008
Long time between the grit
this won't be a blog full of proper english and punctuations. . today what you see is what you might get. . I am tired, can get out of bed. .supposed to working on my roof and fixing some electrical stuff on my house along with going through photos, video processing and training for my fight. . but everytime I start to move around I get dizzy and feverish., . .ugh. . .so I thought i would blog and try to get going, albeit slowly.
I had a great summer. . may have been the most fun every. . many a road trip and adventure. . made lots of new friends and spent lots of time having fun.. maybe it is because fall has set in but I am feeling very thoughtful. . or maybe i am just loopy from this cold. . UGH. . I have ton of new projects in the works. .
Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm
Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home
Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm
Catastrophic, not again
I'm smeared across the page, and doused in gasoline
I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's insane
Catch me up on all your sordid little insurrections,
I've got no time to lose, and I'm just caught up in all the cattle
babbling. .I have spent too much time doing that lately. . there is so much on my mind that had been brewing in my soul and the bubbles of these things are surfacing and breaking to be heard by the general populace., . .
I don't want your safety net. . I just want a little care. . I want to test myself and be tested, I want to be YOUR strongest sword. . I search for purity in this burn, a baptism. . a core group of elements that I can't get down to. . and today I am feverish. . and it is not just the spinning thoughts anymore. . it is a burning forehead and . . I am alone here. . bubbles and swords. . huh
I am a product of my choices. . . these are were my choices and here I am. . . if you want to you can if you want to. .if you want to. . .
what do I look for in the dark basement stairway? what do I think lies down there while i sleep? where were the dreams I let loose on the world? When will it all come home again. . ? And where exactly is home? where is home? how do I find it? will I find it? hmm. . . gypsy road. . gypsy heart . . gypsy feet . . gypsy road. . .
I had a great summer. . may have been the most fun every. . many a road trip and adventure. . made lots of new friends and spent lots of time having fun.. maybe it is because fall has set in but I am feeling very thoughtful. . or maybe i am just loopy from this cold. . UGH. . I have ton of new projects in the works. .
Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm
Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home
Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm
Catastrophic, not again
I'm smeared across the page, and doused in gasoline
I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's insane
Catch me up on all your sordid little insurrections,
I've got no time to lose, and I'm just caught up in all the cattle
babbling. .I have spent too much time doing that lately. . there is so much on my mind that had been brewing in my soul and the bubbles of these things are surfacing and breaking to be heard by the general populace., . .
I don't want your safety net. . I just want a little care. . I want to test myself and be tested, I want to be YOUR strongest sword. . I search for purity in this burn, a baptism. . a core group of elements that I can't get down to. . and today I am feverish. . and it is not just the spinning thoughts anymore. . it is a burning forehead and . . I am alone here. . bubbles and swords. . huh
I am a product of my choices. . . these are were my choices and here I am. . . if you want to you can if you want to. .if you want to. . .
what do I look for in the dark basement stairway? what do I think lies down there while i sleep? where were the dreams I let loose on the world? When will it all come home again. . ? And where exactly is home? where is home? how do I find it? will I find it? hmm. . . gypsy road. . gypsy heart . . gypsy feet . . gypsy road. . .
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