When The Wind Blows

Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

Rock-a-bye baby, listen to me
I've kept this secret, so carefully
When my heart breaks, this secret will stay
And I'll stay by your side, till break of day

Rock-a-bye baby, it's quiet now
Your tears have mingled, with mine on the ground
Hand in your hand, walking so slow
We'll cross into sunrise, hopes left below

Time With You

Praying for the weather
Always to shine for us
Reviving time together
Knowing it's the trust

When we lie there quietly
In the sun or the shade
Time flies too fast, it fights me
Hiding away the hours we made

Yesterday was a month ago
Only twenty-four hours or so
Under the sun. Wait till tomorrow

Closer You Are

I thought that
Every inch closer
Was every mile less
Between us
Another minute
To hold you

Unknown to me
Was that the closer
You were, it made it
All the more harder
To see you
With failing eyes

But with these
These failing eyes
I watched you leave
Disappear into the dark
And with these
These failing eyes

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

*Inspired by the song*

Autumn

The leaves bleed red
Every second getting nearer
To the day of the fall

It's a beautiful day to forget
Although in memory it's clearer
This day to lose it all

In May I wrote this set
Of words she'll never hear
That month of the fall

Gotcha

There's never anything quite like
Rhyming with a cunning spike
Instant shock, as words ignite
Craving minds and thoughts alike
Kissed from lips of cheek and spite
Embossed by wit as black as night
Running through a world of plight
Yet still so loved, both wrong and right

The Root

This is not just another simple tale
Heaped with words, meaningless, devoid of soul
Every letter printed in this entails
Reflections of thought, both the new and old
Earnest, each cast lovingly from the mind's mould

Slowly crafted for hours of endless night
Heavy with the day's countless beads of thought
At long last, this phrase stands ready for flight
Leaving the mind, every bead firmly caught
Lest it slip, and never reach the paper port

Now traversing through the nervous highway
Entwined with stress, joys and wordless feelings
Veering gently to the fingertips bay
Etches its sketch upon the skin ceiling
Relaying the message for the pen's revealing

Begin at last! This story of a Life
Encapsulated with such hope and strife

As bleeding ink makes contact with the pad
New worlds arise and fall in seconds mere
Of nature, life and hate this author glad
To release into words, his every fear
Haltingly, heavily, smooth and lightly
Ever changing syllables, for quietly
Reasons to confess often come nightly

Slipping through the silent static swiftly
To try and touch the tip of time and trust
Over all obstacles of obliquely
Ridged wretched rhythms reddening with rust
Yielding yesterday's hope-yearning youth

Line by line, stroke by stroke the pen will fall
In time with music conducting the hand
Knitting brokenness with ink drawn from all
Eternal dreams, weaved from a crumbling land

My story never will have a brother
In similarities or views akin
Not a simple tale of just another
Ergo my story ends here, so long. Fin.

[There Shall Never Be Another Story Like Mine]

Chapter Two

First impression isn't really the best way to describe what I received from her. First indentation is more like it. She ran around the corner into me so fast that she left her elbow mark in my chin. As I helped her pick up her books, which were scattered far and wide from our collision, she kept apologising profusely.

"I'm so sorry, I really am, it's just that I have to get to maths right now, and I've been late every single class! Sorry sorry sorry!"

Then, before I knew it, she was gone again, running down the corridor at ten to the dozen. It all happened within the space of ten seconds, and all I remembered was a whirl of amber coloured hair and a pair of large hazel eyes. Nothing really to grab my attention, after all going to a co-ed school has it's fair share of girls and a pair of pretty eyes isn't uncommon.

"Kason! Hurry up man, or else you'll be late to class!" My best friend Troy walked up to me and nudged me with his elbow. "So, you going to tell me who she was? Eh? Eh?"
"Yeah, I'll tell you when I find out for myself," I said with a chuckle, "We didn't exactly talk much, as you might've seen."
"Looked good enough time for me, in that short space of time I would've gotten her number just like that!" he said, snapping his fingers to accentuate his point. All I did was laugh along with him as we walked to our first period of the day, maths. I hate maths, plain and simple. As we stepped into our classroom I was already dreading the lesson to come. Anyone up for a nice big helping of trigonometry? No? Didn't really think so.
As usual, Troy and I took the seats to the far left, next to the window which overlooked the school car park. A few times, when the teacher had left temporarily, we would grab all our books, climb out the window and skip the rest of the school day. This became a regular little habit until we got caught. Big time. By our parents.
"Trigonometry!" began Mr Lester, "This is a perilous journey, not for the faint of heart! I trust you are all well equipped, with your pencils of power! Your erasers of elegance! And finally, your -"
"- Minds of magic." the whole class monotonously recited. As you can see, we're a happy bunch in Mr Lester's excel maths class. He began writing on the board, with a few students scribbling madly on their pads to take down every single note. Most of the others, like Troy, read and tried to decipher his scrawl, while one student, a.k.a yours truly began to draw in his maths book. Which, for your reference, didn't have a single maths note in it, but a whole heap of little sketches and the likes. Maths notes were crumpled loose leaf sheets of paper genius given to me by my tutor, a brilliant uni student who came up with foolproof ways of learning maths.
I started to draw, except this time, I began drawing a face. That was odd, I only drew cars and weird random monsters, but this morning seemed different. The face began to take shape, a graceful jawline, small rounded ears and long flowing hair. Then came the features. A set of heart shaped lips, elegant nose, and finally, the large, innocent eyes. As I finished the final details of shading, it occurred to me what I had just drawn. It was a portrait of the girl who had bumped into me before class. This was sufficient evidence to scare me, the thought "Am I a stalker or something?" running through my mind. Tearing out the page, I scrunched it up and threw it into my bag, deciding to pretend it hadn't happened.
Little did I know that the picture I had drawn held the key to the doors of my destiny in the coming year.

Chapter One

When we sat on this quiet hill, I promised you everything that came into my mind. Love, hope, a family, safety, wealth, I weaved every word till it looked like a fabric so tangible. We were young, oh so young weren't we? When you cried, it shattered my every thought, spurred my protectiveness of you, ready to fight anyone and everyone you wanted me to. You were everything to me weren't you? Do you remember the time, when we came up here on that hot summer day after school, and simply sat, held hands and watched the sunset? It was the fifth day after you found out the news. The damn news that made you cry so much, and shocked me speechless. I guess it was bound to happen at some point in time though. I missed you then, and I miss you now. Someday though, someday this hill won't be so quiet and lonely. It will be ours again, and we can watch the sunset... just one more time.

The young man took a final, fleeting glance at the setting sun. A shadow of desperation leaped into his eyes, pleading for something only he knew was missing. With a jagged sigh, he placed his hands in his pockets and slowly made his way down the gentle grassy slope, every step as painful as the next. As he walked, memories began to flood his mind, as they did every time he visited this place. Memories from the past, swirled with darkness and laced with the illusion of hope.

It's a quiet hill. It is. It wasn't.

Just a Pen

Needing a hand to hold
Heartfelt thoughts, unsure
Certain, shaky, unfold
At the tip of this pen
Words not heard before
Yet held deep within
The only gate to send
A simple, desperate phrase
The small, silver pen
Traveling through the ink

Track Twenty-five

Greater than a mountain
Stronger than the tide
Deeper than the ocean
It's our power to decide

Welcome to the Window. Euthanasia and abortion, two words not thrown around lightly these days, especially recently, with all the debates on their legalisation and such. Which is right, which is wrong, which embraces the true values of life, and which has the ability to end destroy it?

Let's start with euthanasia. For those who don't know what this is, it is the act of mercy killing to put it bluntly. Right or wrong? Do you think the power to take a life should be left in human hands? Is it really the equivalent of murder? More than anything, it is a great responsibility and a commitment of trust, literally with a life. For example, if your best friend was dying from cancer, and all that remained of their lives was two months filled with grueling therapy, pain filled hours of consciousness, sleep riddled with aches and agony. If this friend pleaded with you to inject them with an overdose of morphine for a painless death, would you do it? It's so easy, so simple, to think yes immediately, but to do it, to really follow through with it, that's a different story. You are taking the life of your greatest friend, who you want to spend as many final minutes with as possible. The ease of saying yes is there, yet the real complication lies in the application.

Abortion, the A word that seems so taboo for some. For me, personally, abortion is akin to murder. As one of my two best friends said, heartbeat develops after nine days. Is that not a living being? What if, however, the parents were drug addicts, or known abusers, or just plain bad people? What then? Do we simply say: "Oh yes, well, that's a different story! The child would be deformed, or have a horrible childhood." Let me tell you, the only people to determine whether or not someone's life is horrible or not is that person themselves and God. Yes, we live in a country built on the foundations of Christianity, thus bringing it up is completely relevant. Sure, they may have a horrible family, or live in despicable conditions. Then there's the possibility of being born mentally or physically handicapped. Well, why not think about it like this, instead of abortion before they're capable of even the slightest coherent and functioning thought, why not wait till they grow up and mature, then ask them if it's alright to end their lives so that they won't suffer. See if you don't get a distressed reaction from those who want to make something of their lives, regardless of the tribulations they're faced with.

From the very few people who read this blog, if any of you get offended by this content, I apologize. However, these are my views, and if you think otherwise, good for you, tell me, and I'll listen. On the other hand, if you simply want to have a stab and say that my opinion is biased and obscured, I suggest you keep your mouth shut. If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all, just smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Everyone Is?

Miles away from home
In shoes now torn, I walked here
Slowly, ever slowly, alone
Silently, you'd never hear
I reached my place
No more left to face
Grasping at the straws of grace

Seemingly missing something
Or was it all illusion?
Moving despite everything
Ever through the confusion
Tell me, doctor, where's your cure
Help's coming fast, you say
I can't know for sure
Now please, just for this day
Give me the rest I need

If everyone is
No one isn't
Something remains
In the quiet corner
Despite no one to mourn her
Ever moving forwards, for words

[Every thought spilled out. The music sheet soiled from the leaking pen. Till another day, perhaps]

Jar of Simplicity

It's left on the shelf
Far too often
Pushed behind all we know
Every box of knowledge
Countless cans of advice
They all conceal
What is needed most
In this crazy life I live
All I need
Is that jar of beautiful,
Neglected simplicity

[The cupboard doors lie on their hinges. The shelves empty. Where's the jar?]

Track Twenty-four

Simplicity is marvelous. Really, to watch a cloud slip across a clear blue sky is pure bliss. Well, not all the time, granted, but it's truly calming.

Welcome to the Window. Drawing and painting is a real skill that some people have naturally, or developed over a long period of time and hard work. Da Vinci spent over ten years drawing individual limbs of the human body, day after day, to perfect his form. Others are just plain talented, and could give Leonardo a run for his money. Today, I saw some pieces of art which really set my mind thinking. Not because they looked really deep and intriguing, but because I couldn't figure out what obscure lens the artist or creator was wearing over his eyes. In all honesty, some of the portraits, paintings and sculptures looked like a five year old had been trusted with a paint set and clay.

Then it occured to me: I probably couldn't produce anything much better could I? Really makes one eat the old words of criticism before they slip off the tongue.

Simple post today. Smile =]

Take it easy.

Creased

You see this piece
Of paper you left?
It's so plain, nothing
Written on it, clean
All except for
One single sliver
One single crease
Runs down the centre
Do you see
What you left behind

I Miss You, Don't Come Back

V1.
It's a silent hill when the view is gone
So much time to kill, when the talk is done
Question after question, queuing in my mind
I know, it's not much, but it's keeping me alive

V2.
"Welcome home," she said, "my dearest friend."
"I've missed you so, from start to end."
As she hugs you, deep inside, you're so confused
Does she mean it, or does she hide the truth

Chorus.
This old piano's falling to pieces, made from ash, falling to dust
Play a note, the key crumbles, and the string snaps from rust
Not since you left, has it been played a single note
Sleepless now, I remember every song that I wrote
My heart needs a song for the beating
A dream when I'm sleeping, my restless sleeping

V3.
Crying to sleep, it's so pointless you know
Nothing's achieved, when you cry for tomorrow
Tomorrow when it comes, it's not as great
When you wanted it, yet everywhere else is fake

Chorus.
This old piano's falling to pieces, made from ash, falling to dust
Play a note, the key crumbles, and the string snaps from rust
Not since you left, has it been played a single note
Sleepless now, I remember every song that I wrote
My soul needs a reason to stay here
A life to believe in, to know hope is near

Silver Lining

Lying here
This grassy hill
Staring at the sky
That blue, blue sky
Nothing's brighter
Shining higher
Than the sun
That blessed sun

Moving slowly
Crawling through
A single cloud
That lone, white cloud
Scarring the blue sky
Hiding my sun
That blue, blue sky
That blessed sun

The scarring cloud
That smothers light
Shadowed in the day
Isn't it nice to know
Its lining
Is silver
Isn't it nice to know

Deck Of Cards

V1.
Diamonds, what I promise you
Red, the rust that I bleed
Reflected in the diamond's hue
I'll be your every need

V2.
Spades, how I'll rescue you
Blackened with the sweat and tears
Unearth every worry new
I'll save you from your fears

Chorus.
Play me right, deal me out
Shuffle to your heart's content
Scatter every part of me now
Till every card is torn and bent
Just don't lose a single card
Just don't lose a single card

Build me up, hide me away
Leave me in the dust
Crease each one, trick, elude
Till every card is stripped of trust
Just don't lose a single card
Just don't lose a single card

V3.
Clubs, how I'll defend you
Burnt black strength, hardened in fire
Never again, need safety new
I'll guard you with my life

V4.
Heart, all I have to offer you
The sad, harsh reality
Red with life, yet ever true
Ever loved, you'll always be

Track Twenty-three

It's the start of a new month, the end of a week, the middle of distress and I'm still not sure where I am.
Welcome to the Window. What do you call it when you watch someone else in your life always steal the limelight, always be one step better than you, and you can't help but resent them slightly for it? Could it be jealousy? Yep, sounds a lot like jealousy. There's always going to be a time or instance, where you'll try your hardest to live up to the expectations and levels that you know and believe will be significant to someone you care for, and then another person will coast through without even trying, and impress to no ends. Where does it really leave all the efforts you made? It's at this point, where different tips and advice are all handed out from left right and centre, some telling you to keep trying, and those urging you to move on and try something else. What to do? Let's see, you may as well give up trying, it's been done, and better than you could ever dream of achieving. As for moving on and trying something else, what if this was the culmination of all you ever wanted? Are you really just going to move on? I don't think so. You wouldn't settle for anything less than you know is your true destiny. It's at this stage that I find myself. I'm at a fork in the road, only thing is they both lead me to nowhere. Of course, I could sit and wallow in my self pity, but I'd rather not.

To us, when we see others being jealous of someone else, we sometimes tend to laugh at them, or maybe sympathise. Understand, that when you know that another person is better than you and going for the same goal, it's impossible to not feel even the slightest hint of jealousy. What sparks that jealousy even more is if they're not heading towards the same trophy that you are, but the prize simply seems to land in their laps. Here, the terminology "burning with jealousy" really rings true. Painfully so.

When you're jealous, it hurts you. More than you could imagine to begin with. Frustrating isn't it? Literally an unfixable situation. Yes, you can say to yourself: "At least I can do this!" but let's be honest, will "this" really get you anywhere? Sure, it might, but will it get you where you want to be?

Only thing left to do is grit your teeth, bear the pain, and smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Dedication

Standing for all I ever need
Overseeing my every mistake
Place my heart within, and heed
Her every word, thus wise choices make
In my world, no wrong turn left to take
Each step guided, and guarded in wake

I now can hope for coming days
Surely loved in every way

Clearly seeing, thoughts unmarred
Only sunlight shining through
Only now I live unbarred
Living with the thoughts of you

Promise

I

Persevere long after all is gone
Regarding not my state of mind
Over again, slipping all a long
Missing the right steps in kind
I
See my mistakes following behind
Even though my heart is blind

[I lie. I grasp at strings. I cover the truth. I promise]