Rollerskinny: Words/Design/illustrations

Skinny

2010-09-08T07:38:00.000-07:00

The toll of my thoughts
Has manifested into my physical being
Supported by only the essence of my calcium structure
Is whats holding me together
Have I already evaporated
Or am I dissolving into a null
This new version of me
Comes with a bit of history

The Rollerskinny

2010-07-13T01:46:00.001-07:00

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The cinema

2010-06-03T10:25:00.000-07:00

Each night
When the clock strikes one
The cinema in my mind starts its premier
Flashing pictures after pictures of the past, present and future
Painting abstractions of what maybe
Retrospecting into moments that are no longer part of who I am
Weaving pointless yarns of unresolved thoughts
Into a random collage
The plot thickens and the show still must go on
No sleep till the day is done
Disarming my sleep patterns from the earth that revolves around the sun
I sit in my usual seat in the cinema watching random pictures of my mind
Awaiting the credits to roll so that I can get some sleep and bit this cinema goodnight

DIY culture

2010-05-23T05:57:00.000-07:00

Possessions

2010-05-04T19:20:00.000-07:00

What human possess
Is to make posessions out of someone
Labelling you as my own
Having someone to call
To shoot the breeze over the telephone

When you put life under a microscope
The sentimentalism of ownership seems flawed
Packaged in moments of romantic theatrics
Saving our souls from another lonely night
Isn't that what possessions are really for?

Light Showers

2010-04-27T07:26:00.001-07:00

The dimples of the moon embodies no soul
Makes madness brews as the reasons unfolds
What if the next hour isn't a scenic view
Just a refraction of the past humming the same haunting tunes
The hardship of boredom cause terrible blindness
Sooner or later there was nothing more to say
Everyday sitting here I reminisce a happy day

Beat me out of it

2010-04-10T20:23:00.001-07:00

Looking forward to something
Is a daily affair
Breathes life into your lungs
Makes you feel like a millionarie
It stitches your time together to create meaning
Giving you fuel for tomorrow
Validation to your existence
Isn't that what everyone is seeking
Just another one of life's simple pleasure
One that I can't afford

Losers or leaders, prodigy or prey

2010-04-06T10:58:00.001-07:00

Losers or leaders
Seems like a very thin line
Schooled by a disdain belief
An altered reality that cannot be defined
So they live vicariously through other people lives
Contradicting their agendas
To create a momentary way to survive

Prodigy or prey
You decide
Verbal intellectualism
Sometime is a waste of time
In the company of noise and commentary
Are neither fancies of mine

Wait a minute

2010-04-05T09:49:00.001-07:00

I sat on the curb and waited for waiting sake
I didn't know what I was waiting for
Yet I continue waiting
The passing cars and their tunnel lights messed with my eyes
They glittered like they had somewhere to go
Something important to do
And soon the street lamp was the only thing that kept me company
The curb was on the corner of hope street
Where everyone in the day walks by
At times it might strike their attention
But in good times it often neglected
Sitting on the curb may feel like waiting
For what is not the matter
because the point is not what I am after

City slicker

2010-03-30T08:07:00.001-07:00

I was made for the fast lanes
The way I was manufactured
The habits I've nurtured
Every atom in me was design for speed
Yet moving at the speed of light
Often causes you not to see
The wonders of your intend
Like the effects of gravity
This could have been a cloud nine moment
But to me, it's just a dose of meaningless reality
Some call it a living
Yet I can't see the life it brings
Myopic to the wonderful green sensation
Has made my world tumble and fall
But that's the way of the world
Some men rises some men fall
Speed maybe the attraction around the corner
But it isn't a means to all

Living is sleeping

2010-03-29T09:22:00.001-07:00

I am much of a machine that knows no days
Much to my dismay, the night never seems to go away
I no longer operate on a normal timezone
Giving myself to the night
Revising the obscure particles one by one
I need nothing, as all I need is at arms reach
This room is my Mecca
Some sort of a personal sacred ground
Where the irony of my worldly knowledge is honed from the isolation of these four White Walls.
Have I achieved an altered reality lifestyle that traps my being
Or am I just manic in my thinking

Experimental Jetset / talk

2010-03-29T02:11:00.000-07:00

Young Milton Glaser

2010-03-29T02:02:00.001-07:00

Milton Glaser

2010-03-28T21:58:00.000-07:00

Experimental Jetset

2010-03-28T21:51:00.000-07:00

Japan in a nutshell

2010-03-28T07:43:00.000-07:00

Japan-The Strange Country (English ver.) from Kenichi on Vimeo.

Campaign Vs Platforms

2010-03-19T23:42:00.000-07:00

Ride the Lightning

2010-03-16T22:35:00.001-07:00

I met the walrus

2010-03-05T08:24:00.001-08:00

printmakers collaborative

2010-03-05T08:22:00.000-08:00

Silkscreen Technique

2010-03-05T06:32:00.000-08:00

Rest in sleep

2010-02-22T06:43:00.000-08:00

To fall asleep
Takes forever
When I close my eyes
All around me comes alive
The wind nudging the ajar door
The light creating shadows in my eyes
The ticking of my systematic clock

I start to fill my head with random thoughts
Trying to make sense out of it
Weaving a web of knots
Yet I analyse everything to it's end degree
Tired, am I unconscious yet
Will I ever go into REM
Sneak a peep at the time
6 am, i hear the dawn arriving again
Where is my mind
In a state of limbo
Somewhere between yesterday and today

Shall I just get out of bed and assume my day
Or continue chasing my sleep that I think has already ran away

Obey.

2010-02-11T08:31:00.000-08:00

Blur REUNION / One of my favorite bands

2010-02-11T06:14:00.000-08:00

Blur - No Distance Left To Run from ale cartier on Vimeo.

Handmade Nation

2010-01-19T19:47:00.000-08:00

New Wave Karaoke

2009-12-17T19:55:00.000-08:00

TypeStar from Scott Garner on Vimeo.

Eike Koenig from HORT DESIGN studio

2009-12-06T07:16:00.000-08:00

Eike Koenig from Hort from Leonardo Mercado on Vimeo.

The Stones

2009-10-29T08:29:00.000-07:00

there is a spaceship in my head

packed with a suitcase in my brain

the decor seem nice

tiled with milk bottles at the corridor

anytime should you visit

there's a spare room in my left membrane

the last time there was company

it disappear because of my goldfish memory

sometime it's never quite what it seem

like random forms of cloud contorting make believe

Special needs

2009-10-29T04:35:00.000-07:00

Waiting drives me crazy
It feels like a million maybes
In the company of random thoughts
Counting daydreams
And collecting things in a pot
Each morning, is my optimistic start
When the sun invades my window pane
I sit up and continue my art
Patience has been the order of the game
Waiting for the means to come out to play

Leaving for nowhere

2009-10-14T10:56:00.001-07:00

Packed all my cares away
I'm leaving for nowhere
And my intention is not to stay
back at the same place I once started
Sometime it feels like I am only visiting
Yet at times it feel like I never left
The time are a changing
Nevermind the empty pockets
For the best things in life are free
All in a days work my old friend
Let's see how this life plays out at the end

if a house was dreaming

2009-10-06T02:09:00.000-07:00

555 KUBIK | facade projection | from urbanscreen on Vimeo.

You're mine Good feeling

2009-10-05T10:24:00.000-07:00

Is this a sign of good things to come
Clear blue skies
The smell of blueberry pancakes in the morning
The promise of happy days
Watch me as I shade my skin
toss my Mondays
And change my point of view
To walk the extra mile that will make you proud

Skinny goes mobile

2009-09-30T01:01:00.001-07:00

The rollerskinny is now mobile !

912

2009-09-20T08:11:00.000-07:00

i keep you to myself

like a secret i will never tell

never mind the noise outside the hall

just focus on the promise i've written on the bedroom floor

confidence in you

builds confidence in me

nobody needs to know

this is where we meet

Pay to Play

2009-08-28T10:09:00.000-07:00

each sip takes you to a different plateau

you knock down a few more and you feel invincible

lubricated at the joints

your smile gets wider

everyone in the room don't matter

your conversations with the neighbor gets louder

this good feeling stays for awhile

suddenly you are on cloud nine

when you are surrounded by cheers

then it will hit you like a pocket rocket

the thumbing beat seems muffled

the lights starts to blur

your march goes off sync

your eyes fail you and you start to blink

the rumble in the jungle start in your tummy

you feel like your body is gonna get unlucky

and then you close your eyes

& all is forgotten

till the next morning

where the bad taste in your mouth comes alive

Natural Born Beauty

2009-08-26T09:32:00.000-07:00

beauty dishes a life of misery

attracting all kinds of flies with negative chemistry

tainted as an icon of desire and aristocracy

we often omit the sad tales of a natural born beauty

the next time you come across someone beautiful

notice if beauty is a momentary asset

or just a self-destructive tool?

the era of the cynical man

2009-08-23T07:47:00.000-07:00

if time were to be kind

the truth of my sleepless night will soon come to life

and if patience taught me well

good things come to those who wait and time will only tell

maybe it's the company around me that i keep

that creates a vacuum of questions that are incomplete

just like a friend that still feels like a stranger in the end

i can't help but wonder

do we live in the era of the cynical man

Sleepless Tiger Grumpy Dragon

2009-08-09T07:28:00.000-07:00

does your voice communicate who you are
does your color make you some kind of a superstar
does your wit give you character
does your character make you go far
does your accent make others sit up and listen
does your body feels like something is missing
does your time understand it's purpose
does your mind wander if it's useless

in twilight hours, that's all i've left
at rest, my jogging mind tries to analyze this mess

if the walls could speak

2009-08-03T08:07:00.000-07:00

all my walls come alive at night
delivering little tales that speaks about their tenants inside
the wall on the right is on the phone
whispering sweet nothings to his lover
while conversing in a high pitch tone
the wall on the left creeps a scent of a 1000 cigarettes
while the one below smell like they have been frying omelette
the cheeky one lives above
moving furniture in rhythmic patterns
they really gets on my nerve

2009-06-27T10:20:00.000-07:00

http://www.slideshare.net/mikelebowitz/big-spaceship-clickny-presentation-presentation

Michael Lebowitz: big spaceship

2009-06-26T20:44:00.000-07:00

Michael Lebowitz - 7 Minutes to Reinvent the Internet (for Advertising) 5 of 8 from John-Alistair George on Vimeo.

2009-06-24T09:19:00.000-07:00

The Corporate Monkey

2009-06-18T06:03:00.000-07:00

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Sunday

2009-06-14T06:37:00.000-07:00

Staring at yesterday, today & tomorrow all in the same room

makes the day feel like we are all rotating in the same womb

taking one nap after the other seem to be the order of the day

waiting for night to come so that the summer heat will pass away

each meal time indicates that the day has progressed

while i occupy myself with something that doesn't involve any finesse

at moments like this i wish i learn to live again

at moments like this you could never find a friend

So you sit around

and watch the wheel of commotion

spin tales of entertaining emotions

from an idiot box called the television

hours and hours of couching

patronizing this ideal of passing time should be a sin

dim the lights down low

get ready to close your mind

because the day is over

so give yourself to the night

Lies Are Forever

2009-06-11T07:45:00.000-07:00

failure to trust

ignites the crazy in all of us

engineered to disappoint

is what builds a void

that paralyses logic

turning white magic into black tragic

maybe we were put here to fail

to hurt one another till we turn blue and pale

or maybe we're just not at all reliable

because the rules of this game is made impossible

Couch Master

2009-06-07T08:12:00.000-07:00

couch all day

and sleep deprived

switch on the record player

unwind the memories that survived

gripping on to familiarity

as i toss and turn

while an image of me in the welfare line

becomes everyone's concern

casually

my brain becomes the casualty

transmitting synapses of negativity

to every part of my body

the better animal in me

just wants to get by

but my exterior self

wants modern days comforts by his side

a common irony in everybody

where your ideals never meet your reality

The end, Started This Conversation

2009-06-06T00:08:00.000-07:00

The end, starts with

answering a question with another question

all the answers are unspoken

decoded by physical instinct & mannerism

each movement gestures a suggestion

while the rhetorical questions sets the stage of engagement

like a dance, each step plays out your intention

creating a pattern of emotional sensation

which gravitates to a decision

at the beginning when you started this conversation

The Show Must Go On

2009-06-03T09:45:00.000-07:00

it's plain to see

sometimes, my whispering androids

of paranoia gets the best of me

driving myself to know my myojos from my maggies

while convincing the sullen critic inside of me

that somethings are better off if you just let it be

take away the porcelain bubble of society

loosen those great expectations done for the movies

tighten your hustle

and always be ready for life's tussles

so come tomorrow

i'll be selling my memories

at noon outside the pharmacy

for just shillings & pennies

by sun down

i'll be a clean slate

ready to take charge of time

and to whatever life articulates

Delivering Happy Endings

2009-05-31T12:26:00.000-07:00

A lesson learnt

when the dust settles

goodness stand valiant

from the carnage of evil

the curtains fall to the ground

taking stock of yet the end of an era

leaving us with the notion

of a potion of everlasting happy endings

Is that a practical vernacular

or just Hollywood's fabrication of a feel good factor

for this world never seems to run out of tragic stories

each time you hear the words I am sorry...

Another one bites the dust

cries the rat in a cage

serving downers for breakfast

suddenly made sense in a day

Or at least, this is what I think

happy ending are made of these days

Numb

2009-05-12T08:15:00.000-07:00

i am the great pretender

that knows no pain

don't need no belongings

and don't play no games

spinning myself dizzy

setting my captives free

undressing my inhibitions

stripped from this misery

dancing by myself

feeling all fidgety

the midnight din in my head

is causing a denial

and serving hypocrisy

through the night

through the great divide

through space and time

there i lied

numb with nothing inside

We Believe

2009-05-12T07:53:00.000-07:00

time made me realize

that there is always a reason for seasons

it may seem harsh that nothing matters

even to a point that rain pours onto your shoulder

at wits end is where clarity works best

what works and what doesn't

often reveals itself naturally at times like that

In some form of silent understanding

you materialize the reason

juggling logic over emotions

one of life's best sessions

Calling Occupants...

2009-05-05T08:07:00.000-07:00

like the shades of grey

that makes up the shadows of what some might say

is the source of pure isolation

without any interaction

one just builds an ideology of acceptance

base on logical and experimentation

the days become weeks

the habits turn to routines

soon there is no need to belong

what was once hope

turned into willfulness

what was once constant

became irrelevant

disregarding the world that belong

reconfiguring the comforts your were once fond of

sentimentalism ruled over sensations

the surroundings soon grew moulds of sameness

that create a mundane taste in the mouth

never mind the logic

for there is none to quantify

the remedy is acceptance

that requires some form of patience

Happiness in possessions

2009-05-05T07:35:00.000-07:00

peer into the magic ball

tell the good folks what do you see

a singular happy ending

like Hollywood's fabrications of what's meant to be

build your hopes till it touches the evening sky

create the biggest materialistic beast of our time

fall in love with your own possessions

compare it with your neighbor and see who's got a bigger obsession

there is a happiness sale down the street

we should get a few of those because their usually quite CHEAP.

I'm on a plain...

2009-05-05T07:11:00.000-07:00

the day is plain

no chores

no sense of time

counting the hours

bored out of my mind

the day is still

no rush

no drive at all

just the glare of the beating sun

that tires my eyes

there's nothing out there

for the day says goodbye

like monotony in patterns

there is no point to these rhymes

2AM eternal

2009-04-19T07:34:00.000-07:00

the noise of worries drowns my sleep

at 2am in the morning

from the minute i turn off the lights

to the time I shut my eyes

uneasy with the fact that you are somewhere out there

paranoid that you are in another country & it's dark & late

and i'm not there

I am no longer that watch tower

yet I still feel the attachment

that binds & twines endless knots

that time somehow forgot...

an aged old weaponry

2009-04-06T08:48:00.000-07:00

jealousy weighs a tone

an aged old weaponry

more destructive than guns

designed to cause disillusion

devouring your soul

starting from your emotions

inch by inch it strips you apart

until dusk tabs you on the shoulder

to participate in the long awaited march

Benefits With Friends

2009-03-31T21:48:00.000-07:00

stranger than fiction

more precious than gold

an age old tale of platonic friendship

lost beyond control

leaving a stale after taste

made up of yesterday chemistry

one by one they crumble

resulting in messy fumbles

Meanwhile in the real world

let me enjoy my twisted world of

disappointments and momentary

trivia of giving and living

Is it true

2009-03-29T10:28:00.000-07:00

where do drifters go

i wonder if they ever know

that dreaming has no limits

if you take rumors and

turn them into lullabies

would you then be able to

see through my eyes

your words just left me in the crowd

standing with a manic sensation

while you cried eyes of bourbon

can harmony be restored

in the spaces between

your gates and my front door

somewhat plain to see

a simple decision not up to me

What Use To Be

2009-03-29T09:58:00.000-07:00

collecting memories

just seem like a chore

having company

can sometime turn into a bore

optimism is my happy days

keeping busy makes the darkness go away

yet i see through everyone perfect smile

you are no star to guide me anyway

while this densely lit tune still plays in my head

each melody turns us into strangers like in those

conversations we once made

i am still here

crossing styles and still

walking this extra rainbow miles

but i don't plan to stay

as when the darkness blinds my shadow

I'll be on my way

Design for Smiles

2009-03-14T04:54:00.000-07:00

i saw it with my own eye

the best creation called life

made up of an adorable smiles

and a cuddle that feels warm for miles

an eight week old wonder

that lights up your day the minute you see her

this creation is the perfect invention

that I've so far experienced

trouble street

2009-03-12T07:24:00.000-07:00

tucked away in a nook

is a place called trouble street

no one escapes the wrath

of this sorrowful concrete

each step you take makes a jarring tone

that pressures someone next to you

to feel more and more alone

bouncing in and out of detours gets you lost

be sure of what you want before you hit the source

because ambiguity as you will soon see

is how trouble street got it's identity

Fragile

2009-03-10T10:25:00.000-07:00

yes

the beginning is the end

where fate planned to fail

or failed to plan

she was once a hopeful

that advocated sunshine

till this came about and

fucked with her mind

you've been schooled by reality

like the common cold,

you've been served a light dose of misery

so, it's time to sink or swim

to stand and hold your own

or shatter into a million different things

Easy Come, Easy Go

2009-03-10T09:57:00.000-07:00

bidding her honest goodbyes

made her eyes tell us how she felt inside

left dangling on an emotional string

after a park-life conversation about feeling different things

trying to make it right this time

back at a familiar junction of making decisions

with her heart or with her mind

Is this an honest mistake

or a fabricated lie society made

one can never tell until the phone rings

and conversation takes place

Candle Light

2009-03-08T06:18:00.000-07:00

the best way to travel is by the babylon candle light

spark the wig and dream about where you want to be tonight

when the stars align in the warm midnight air

the din to my silent reach is beyond compare

So, this is the part where we get confuse

with legends about the great unknown

and the people that stay and become our muse

tonight, I travel from one past to the next

discovering that immortality is a lonely path

that looks like a vacant cage

How Bizarre?

2009-03-05T08:30:00.000-08:00

his world has a stubborn nature

his world was a dreamers type

his world is an escape artist

his world only existed in his mind

his world is slow and forgettable

his world always loses it's point

his world had a piercing history

his world never caught up with time

this world disappointed him

this world never allowed him to confide

this world made him loose hope

this world tortured the man inside

his world & this world

just never saw eye to eye

Stardom that led to bordom

2009-03-03T05:58:00.000-08:00

I met a pint size man in a straw hat one day

Rumors has it he's a celebrity in his own way

over a glass of cold water we had a conversation about honesty

with a candid expression glazed with modesty

he started to elaborate about his creative philosophy

Striking me as the sort with an aloof mind

maybe because much of his reasoning didn't really catch my eyes

exchanging views like we all mattered

the conversation went round in circles till my attention wandered

it ended with a moment of significant silence

we both stood up in unison

adjusted our smiles

and parted with a bit of each other's opinions

Olly

2009-02-28T07:13:00.000-08:00

Sometime ago

Olly doesn't remember when

he woke up amidst a dream

and forgot who were his enemies & friends

throughout his social amnesia

he tried hard to recall

if he chose love or life

but those memories never visited him at all

Olly wandered miles alone

searching for what he can

each night while he rest his head

his mind takes him to that same point

and replays that scene over and over again

the void of not knowing

drives him insane

made Olly a citizen of the night

that never wants to sleep again

Olly dragged his feet

with lull in the head

nonchalant to what's tomorrow

he misses what he can't remember

so he starts to beg, steal & borrow

A stranger's life

for another man's wife

A shylock's lie

for the butcher's knife

In a split second

Olly has transform into another man

Without deliverance

he will never be the same

like we knew him back then

Room full of Blues

2009-02-24T07:00:00.000-08:00

why is the room so alone

why is there sadness in its eyes

why is the bed unmade

is it some kind of a thick disguise

nothing seem to have survived

everything just withered away

with anguish unsaid

Time, did say a pray

for a better place

somewhere out there

No one knows, Where Our Secrets Goes

2009-02-23T05:24:00.000-08:00

Yeah.. what a shame

seven shades of black

just won't wash away

we try so hard to ease the pain

but somehow I always end up feeling the same

years and years of my own missing

out of time that cannot be given

words that defy our plans

an ending, u and I wouldn't understand

room to assume

2009-02-22T09:50:00.000-08:00

the cello has stopped it's solo

does it mean the song has ended

the pause is deafening

creating a void where

there is so much room to assume

will the cello play again

or leave its audience in its empty space

The Company

2009-02-22T08:59:00.000-08:00

in the company of

yesterday's heroes in last nights clothes

over breakfast chatting

about last night's woes

the simpletons

spins conversations

about sugar and spice

and all things nice

wandering through ideal situations

that amount to nothing

like grains of sand escaping through the hour glass of time

this company is a moment of sanctuary

that helps us survive the test of life

cream of porcelain

2009-02-20T09:46:00.000-08:00

inhale this scent of familiarity

her porcelain skin i recall

made up of a scent of warm tea and marmalade

that leaves me speechless in awe

I stay still to savour the moment

for i feel most complete

this nostalgic scent only lingers for awhile

for it's not mine to keep

yet sometime it visits me

right before i am about to fall asleep

UNLEASH THE EXHIBITIONIST IN YOU

2009-02-18T06:20:00.000-08:00

My Goodnight Sheep

2009-02-15T09:02:00.000-08:00

tonight like many nights
i deal with my wandering mind

tonight like many nights
i reflect on what I've left behind

tonight like many nights
i feel so tired yet i can't fall asleep

tonight like many nights
I'm lost with no soul to keep

the hours just pass me by
while everyone fast asleep
regret clutters my isolated mind
tossing and turning in the dark
i know I've got many miles before i fall sleep

Dreamers

2009-02-07T03:01:00.000-08:00

This sauce of darkness causes me to see,
the taste of your disdain is your immunity

one step forward,
two steps back,
are you sure you want to go through that

Around the merry-go-round we go,
life is spinning before you like an enigmatic show,

Without soul,
like an empty shell,
have you fallen victim to a casted spell,

admiration causes blindness sometime,
charisma often makes us pine,

what's real. what's sublime,
you can never tell because it's all in your mind

mesmerizing glances

2009-02-06T10:19:00.000-08:00

moist eyes that are waiting for replies,
mesmerized by some sort of charming life,
in the walk that has many miles to go,
stalling makes her confidence run low,

waiting sets the imagination a rye,
creating a monster that visits her every night,
with everything so plain to see,
how would this ending play out in reality,

In the mist of night and day,
we are merely ponds to this life that's a stage,

So good night
& I bit you farewell,
for the woods in the forest are dark and deep
yet there is many miles before we sleep...

Misery, loves, company

2009-02-05T06:39:00.000-08:00

With a past less ordinary,
coupled to a common point of misery

trying to wipe the spots off a leopard,
conditioning the mind to believe every word

She says, He says all is dandy,
welcome into my open arms, enjoy the pretty

With eye wide open, yet you can't see,
Love is a concept, made up by you and me

that why misery loves company.

The Holiday Bends

2009-01-28T07:05:00.000-08:00

Chasing fairytale endings
always gets you down

ever after is perhaps the
demon that causes you to frown

A lifetime is a longtime
A longtime is never certain

the curtains of eternality
is a formula of uncertainty

take a day off reality
right here, right now

don't think
just respond

revisit the person you were
before all this came about

run into that moment
and find the ability to feel for yourself

don't let the holiday bends get to you
dry your eye and come out of the dark

Today, yesterday, the day before

2009-01-19T09:29:00.000-08:00

Today was yesterday,
Yesterday was the day before,

Searching but not finding
waiting but there is no one at the door,

re-reading each line over and over again,
spotting each and every flaw,

waiting seems to be the order of the day,
to seek meaning never seem to work at all,

Today has already ended,
I start tomorrow once more,

what day is it today,
It doesn't really matter anymore

Forever. Whatever.

2009-01-14T20:51:00.000-08:00

Bang!
Everything just went off colour,
From a mood of rainbows and unicorns
to the feeling of grey dull fucking pedestrian
carrying an 8days magazine walking alone
on the pissing sidewalk, mourning about
a shitty life. What a way man. What a way…

Keep the Faith

2008-10-15T06:46:00.000-07:00

Son
your time has come
stand
and be recognised as a man
today
your life will change
tomorrow
your will define the way you play
fear
will visit you some day
faith
will make the bad feeling slowly fade away

My Sustenance Tonight

2008-10-15T06:38:00.000-07:00

your assurance
calms my soul
neutralising my surroundings
re-aligning my negative poles

When in doubt
You become my beacon that transmits courage
penetrating the salty sky
in the form of child-like clouds

This sunder of you
feeds the definition of me
accumulating this incredible co-existence
that becomes my identity

Hince & Mosshart

2008-09-29T07:43:00.000-07:00

Kill the air of tension with those piercing stares
The soul of their voices becomes bigger than this room
Where chemistry is verbalised in a tune
It gives you the chills
The kind that you never knew
The moment is in the making
The magic is in the spaces in-between
For you will get transported
To a familiar place till the afternoon

Spankin' Friday

2008-09-10T08:59:00.000-07:00

Wear this social monkey costume
tuck it in
adjust that smile
so that it can last for a little while
fish those phony small talks out of the sink
choose your conversation buddies and mentally
mark them down in ink

As the elevator door opens
the judging begins
for everyone is a contestant
in this ruthless critic of sin

as the drinks flow
unleashing unnecessary egos
creating drama at every corner
releasing all inhibition
along with all sorts of personal conversations
revealing the empty bottles in the room

suddenly, a chemical reaction happens
and everyone intuitively feels that it's time to head home
some leave with someone
others leave the place drunk

The curb is packed with aimless souls
under the street lights the losers of this cruel game unfold

Little Pete

2008-05-30T10:44:00.000-07:00

The day started off like yesterday
Clockwork rountines
Typical frustrations
& the daily dose of anxieties

But what made my day
Was a white man's scorn
Who treated everyone like
his manipulating little pond

So, I told him that BRITAIN ain't
GREAT no more
& he can piss off to wherever he
came from

For I will not tolerate his parade
of arrogance
Neither will I entertain his beg &
call preference

This part of the world doesn't revolve
around you..."SIR"
Maybe you should take a minute and
search for the common human respect
that you've lost

Days Of Men

2008-04-19T20:15:00.000-07:00

For awhile
Today
We become boys again
Not a care in the world
No weigh on our shoulders
Just a heart that feeds the thirsty soul
The passion to hunt again

Where should you begin
Slaying the dragon
hunting the breezes
or just sleeping in

I can't remember
I was never sure
Yet, these days are made up of the guilty men

Breakfast On The Veranda

2008-03-30T03:25:00.000-07:00

I think I smell the ocean
The salt is in the air

I think It's colour are a changin'
As the sun bleaches my crazy hair

I think I may have found paradise
A slice of heaven said in prayers

Samui Heat

2008-03-18T23:44:00.000-07:00

The days don't matter

While the night passes you by

The sun greets you every morning

Along with a sea of diamonds reflected from the sky

The breeze makes you sit back

And appreciate the waves crashing by

One row after the next

They line up to build a sea shore of sandy pies

Once in while, the sun creates a summer dye

On the skin that slowly fades before my eyes

As far as I can see, the sea kinda meets the sky

Clustering into a dark blue horizon

That I've always wanted to visit before it vanishes

into the night

Hail Comes The Rain

2008-03-18T20:43:00.000-07:00

A cup of tea

Look out to a soggy garden sea

With blankets of shades

Piled next to the bed

Knee high journals stacked back to back

Old movies all over the floor

Living in this room feels like the dwindling

light from my plastic lamp

Which I bought second hand

The rain outside my window

Makes my eye-lids feel heavy & low

Thinking about a fiesta after my siesta

Inhaling the smell of an used room

Wondering when the rain will stop

so that i can come out soon

Drag Me Down To Paradise

2008-03-18T20:08:00.001-07:00

Drag me down to the sandy seas

Where the men are girls &

they feel so pretty

Lip singing to their favourite songs

All in-sync they dance along

Tragic eyes behind an artificial smile

They hit the stage to entertain us for alittle while

With moves that kill

If they were girls

A deviant story to their audience,

the enemy

All for a dollar's worth

The drag queens of paradise

Put their differences aside to entertain us first

The Night, Tonight

2008-03-12T09:52:00.001-07:00

The night
While the world's asleep
A time where noise admits defeat

The night
All dark with mystic
So gentle & yet melancholic

The night
All so tragic
Wishes you goodbye
Just for the night while you sleep tonight

Hail Comes The Rain

2008-03-12T09:16:00.000-07:00

Have a cup of tea
Look out the window to a soggy garden sea

With blankets of shades
Piled next to the bed

Knee high journals stacked back to back
Old movies all over the floor

Living in this room
Seems like a dwindling light from a plastic lamp
Which I bought second hand

The rain outside my window
Makes my eye lids feel heavy & low

Thinking about a fiesta after I take a siesta

While inhaling the smell of this used room
my sleepiness in-blooms
I sure hope this rain will stop soon

Our Screams, The Enemy

2008-03-05T09:09:00.000-08:00

fixing those screams
parked at the corner of our mind

next to the enemy
we sit everyday of our lives

dancing with the devil
toying with fate

these are the highlights
to the days of our lives

fix what you can
break all that I am

sleep with one eye open
trying to be a better man

HOMELESS

2008-03-05T09:02:00.000-08:00

the lonely meals
no one cares
this isolation
the abandonment
mixed with a tint of embarrassment

wandering the night streets
while everyone is asleep
trying to find a home tonight
to lay down & maybe die
this misery is my company
as I pay attention to my foot step across this bridge

have I lost it all
nothing last forever
even the home we've built together

Lee Daniels: Mod Art

2008-01-21T18:46:00.001-08:00

http://www.leandiesel.co.uk/

Gentle Eyes

2008-01-13T09:14:00.000-08:00

A soft blink
To hide that intensive stare
Absorbing every detail
With confidence like they dare

Self Assured
Maybe Dangerous
Cradles that moments grace
Without intentions
Slide to a soft safe place

Eyes wide open
The sight of white
A purist sensation
Accompanies my still still night

Focusing on those eyes
That felt like a gentle breeze
A life less ordinary
That ignites my soul at ease

This Midnight Banks

2008-01-03T05:45:00.000-08:00

An eager pen
A gifted heart
An assured speech
A selfless part

My cafe philosophy
This busy art
The life you lead
To my past regards

All that complexity
Is your basic start
Build a confidence
Engage the passion in your heart

Today starts from you
Cease the moment
Feel your way
To an euphoric Sunday

All your are is
What you make yourself to be
Nothing is deemed silly
Reality is what you want it to be

Some People

2007-11-02T22:12:00.000-07:00

Some people choose to forget
Some people choose to move on

Some people prefer to listen
Some people prefer to run into thorns

Some people understand one another
Some people just don't get along

Some people come around
Some people just like to act dumb

Some people rest their heads on others
Some people refuse to come undone

Some people like most people
Are just not fun at all

Green Beans

2007-11-02T22:03:00.000-07:00

A touch of brilliance
2 teaspoons of affection
A slice of innocent perfection
She's my green bean concoction

Laced with a silent smile
That usually sticks in my head for a little while

A pure morning
Right before the day's dawning

Night Life

2007-11-02T21:55:00.001-07:00

Girls hangin
Boys swearing
Wiseguys sharking
The bands rocking
Players banging
Sluts scamming

The night darkening
My mood's dampening