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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

As I sit and ponder

Ambition, like death, is a cold, cold thing. Yet like the air we breathe, we keep falling into its seductive embrace. Poor, wretched beings that we are, what else can we do?

I’ve always known that I would venture into politics, and although I sought different ways to express my then-budding desire to help in alleviating the plight of the common man (I wanted to study law – and even went as far as buying a book on criminal law), I had never really sat down to think through the lofty goal I had set for myself – or perhaps life had set for me.

Not until now...(read on)

Friday, January 16, 2009

Still in the arms of my blues

Seriously, I have no idea what to blog about.  I've kinda been in a suspended state lately, and it has nothing to do with my experiences last Christmas - oh, and trust me, last Christmas deserves a long post on its own.

I don't know what to blog about.

Some days ago, I was listening to one of Enya's tracks (wild child) and it sort of got me in the mood (Enya always does that) to write something.  Considering I hadn't written in close to (or was it more than?) a year, a little bit of melancholy was just what I needed to lift my spirit (trust me on this). 

So, I wrote.

In the arms of my blues, I wrote something from deep within my dark sprite; something as simple, yet as complex as it flows.  Something that I was born with, yet created.  Something that was me. 

It is an untitled piece, and I hope you enjoy it.

The sun, it shines

The moon doth glow

The lazy child lies

Beneath the flower's bloom.


The days go by

The sun stands still

But the waters flow

And the new-borns scream.


We remain alive

We near death's door

Yet the sun will shine;

The moon, glow still.