Monday, July 16, 2007

Behind the Drapes


All of us now
Dent as we fall
To amorous light
We call out

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
If not the moon
Will us guide
Will then the street light?

All of us now
Breathe it like smoke
To know what it's like
Breathing to choke

Well for nine days
A small moth has
Tried to escape
Our bedroom

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
We are the prey
For each day
A striking distance

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
If not the moon
Will us guide
Will then the street light?

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
We ought to pray
For each day
A striking distance

Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Retort

Much has been spoken about the contents of this page; of my refreshing views on life in general and the provocative perspective I propagate. That is if any of my readers are able to comprehend the message I am conveying.


Yes, I admit my penchant of extravagant word arrangement can be baffling sometimes, and my phrasing techniques give no credit to most scholars of the language. But I love words; the long, the short, the exquisite, even the coarse.


One need not go far to comprehend my style of writing; my influences range from the unorthodox euphemisms in sombre musical lyrics to the appositely evocative verbal imagery featured within tomes of the fantasy genre, hence the preference for unconventional idioms.


Moreover, this web-waste has been a reluctant victim faithful companion for my experimentations. It provides me with a convenient opportunity to integrate any recently introduced terminologies or composing methodologies immediately, albeit with impertinent results.


In other words, this blog is my chance to flaunt and boast about the remarkable vocabulary that I have amassed throughout my years of reading eloquent novels, while showing off my impeccable taste - which incidentally is comparable to any respectable connoisseur - by indulging in profound rhythmic poetry that is alternative rock. The fact that all these literary pieces are obscure and are unpolluted by the mainstream media further illustrates my sophistication in the arts. =)


Alas, I am compelled to descend from my superiority to appease my ardent legion of enthusiasts. Their devotion merits some form of reciprocation on my behalf, and I honestly would rather have them apprehend the subtle profundity of each message composed here.


Yet, I shall not repudiate my noble intentions to foster a strong appreciation of the language in its various forms. Thus, as I cease my inducement for palliatives on my readers with my confounding prose structure, I leave the literature to the proficient.


Yes, the acclaimed Anthem Anthology is back again, except for some noticeable exclusion. Even though the relevance of the forthcoming featured tunes to my current predicaments is peculiarly significant, I intend to abstain from funnelling complementing the formation of your independent interpretations. So, pardon me if no supplementary commentaries accompanying the included songs are incorporated.


Putting it in layman terms, I’m lazy. So think embedding the song, or its video equivalent, as well as researching the respective lyrics is more than enough labour after a long day’s work consisting of a combination of interviewing bosses, generating reports and long-distance travelling. =P

Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Night Out

I have contemplated about sending you a message to express my appreciation for all that you have done tonight, the significance of a seemingly inconsequential act of friendship. But I have decided against it. I believe a post here would prove to be a fitting reflection of my gratitude, far more than what a private correspondence would ever achieve.


Fear not for the confidentiality of this humble entry, because I believe only significant friends dare venture into this realm of confounding arrangement of words and they deserve an opportunity to agree and share such recognition for your contributions. Even if unintended eyes chanced upon this proclamation - particularly the company of special people who abandoned your camaraderie recently - they should grasp the magnitude of their loss and realize the tremendous gain that I am fortunate enough to inherit.


So thank you for rescuing me from another night of isolation when no one else cared, especially when external forces rendered me immobile to seek my own amusement. I treasure your efforts in helping me experience my favourite routine that I have lost with the divergence of my previous clique members’ directions. It is always nice to travel down the avenues of fond memories.


More importantly, I appreciate the fact that you spent some of your precious time to shed new light on crucial philosophies that may probably instigate major life developments. Your offering of alternative perspective on current distresses is invaluable too, despite the bitterness it caused. Hopefully, the day will come when I am able to repay such gestures.


Either way, it is high time I reciprocated and feature you in my writings. I hope you will find this fitting enough as the inaugural dedication. However, if you find it lacking, feel free to share your thoughts regarding this. I promise I will shrug and give you my version of the ‘life is never fair’ speech. =)