one for the punch.
chapter two :: a step unto the unknown.
Published Saturday, December 31, 2005 by p-h-i-l.
as the hours dim, little red riding hood begun her path.
ignorant and naive, she encountered the beginning to an unknown,
walking down the path once so familiar, we have all taken for granted.
as darkness illuminates, we fall foul of the trap set out by hungry wolves.
a small step unto the unknown, seems to be of greater magnitude.
when once, everything was everything,
and nothing was nothing.
our step are tainted by the past we left behind.
the steps from both the wise and otherwise.
we now leave behind our days,
heed, forget it not, for the traps has been set.
as like the picture has been ruin,
a pit awaits,
but for the hopefuls,
a step unto the unknown with a distant light
calls for a punchline brighter than the sunshine.
"Grandmother, what big arms you have!
All the better to hug you with, my dear.
Grandmother, what big legs you have!
All the better to run with, my child.
Grandmother, what big ears you have!
All the better to hear with, my child.
Grandmother, what big eyes you have!
All the better to see with, my child.
Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!
All the better to eat you up with."
And, saying these words,
this wicked wolf fell upon little red riding hood,
and ate her all up
little red riding hood.
chapter one : explosions in the sky.
Published by p-h-i-l.
listen now,
the far away sounds
an escaping from our imagery
this dreadful reverie.
help make me fly
towards an explosion in the sky
over-clouding all this lies
for there would be new eyes
for those who would just fly.
let me fly.
prologue :: where the punching begins.
Published Friday, December 30, 2005 by p-h-i-l.
awating a punchline brighter than the sunshine.
give me a punch.
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Published Wednesday, December 28, 2005 by p-h-i-l.
chapter eight : reawakening love
books after books
stories through stories
"and they lived happily ever after" they said
while it seems a common end remains determined
when once, that vow was sacred
i do, he said
and she did likewise
but words made vows
and as it always do
words fail to stand
though the test of time
now, time fades
and what had seemed eternal
has now conformed itself
to each tick of the clock.
where art thou love,
when its needed?
Can 'you' be found?
Is there ever 'you'?
Or is it just the fragments of my mind?
Whispering hope, do you hear?
From the solitude of hopelessness.
A melanchony of sounds overwhelms,
And 'you' seem so distant,
Or is there ever 'you'?
For glimpse of 'you' is eroding.
'You' shall be god's plan,
The very perfection inplace,
A search for 'you' is futile,
For no man's competance could bear such fruit.
Can 'you' really be found?
Be it not a dream O Lord,
For the depths of search be far me,
The search is your's,
For 'you' be found,
Be my heavenly bliss.
- reawakening love.
chapter seven : colours, i see
chapter six : a four letter story for katie
past the point of no return
standing post on a tower watch
a soldier from nowhere looking at a distant
and a glimpse of life seems to pass away.
a fight for morality has broken its way
with something up the road
leading to a finer day
a walk of shame through these days
will be a thought of yesterday
as we fight our wars for today.
and he said
i have a dream
that one day my children
will not be judged by the colours of their skin
but the content of their character.
he had a dream,
i have a dream.
a four letter story for katie.
chapter five : our temporary residence
" but now i know that our world is no more than a wave rising on the ocean.
Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them,
all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink "
-the memoirs of a geisha : arthur golden
chapter four : une vie pour aujourd'hui
si vous pourriez le comprendre,
cela signifierait que le français a d'une langue commune à youself.
en s'inquiétant au sujet de demain, les regrets d'hier. nous vivons à ce titre.
trompé par notre vision, nous avons perdu le sens d'aujourd'hui.
semblez loin au-delà, si vous pourriez comprendre,
nous mènerions alors la vie différemment,
à ce titre pour apprécier les petites choses, les petites choses autour de nous.
compréhension. oui, c'est nécessaire,
juste une vision fugitive de compréhension et nous serions
effectivement reconnaissants de notre identité. pourquoi l'inquiétude de demain,
pour s'inquiéterait demain de lui. en ce qui concerne aujourd'hui ?
pourquoi pas vis de jour en jour et la vie menante à son fullest.
Non, son pas le cliché.
Nous avons effectivement perdu la beauté de notre création.
si seulement, si seulement,
nous pourrions voir au-delà que nos yeux ont été destinés.
menez la vie d'aujourd'hui.
chapter three : the insignificant other
chapter two : a step unto the unknown
as the hours dim, little red riding hood begun her path.
ignorant and naive, she encountered the beginning to an unknown,
walking down the path once so familiar, we have all taken for granted.
as darkness illuminates, we fall foul of the trap set out by hungry wolves.
a small step unto the unknown, seems to be of greater magnitude.
when once, everything was everything,
and nothing was nothing.
our step are tainted by the past we left behind.
the steps from both the wise and otherwise.
we now leave behind our days,
heed, forget it not, for the traps has been set.
as like the picture has been ruin,
a pit awaits,
but for the hopefuls,
a step unto the unknown with a distant light
calls for a punchline brighter than the sunshine.
"Grandmother, what big arms you have!
All the better to hug you with, my dear.
Grandmother, what big legs you have!
All the better to run with, my child.
Grandmother, what big ears you have!
All the better to hear with, my child.
Grandmother, what big eyes you have!
All the better to see with, my child.
Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!
All the better to eat you up with."
And, saying these words,
this wicked wolf fell upon little red riding hood,
and ate her all up
little red riding hood.
chapter one : explosions in the sky
listen now,
the far away sounds
an escaping from our imagery
this dreadful reverie.
help make me fly
towards an explosion in the sky
over-clouding all this lies
for there would be new eyes
for those who would just fly.
let me fly.
books after books
stories through stories
"and they lived happily ever after" they said
while it seems a common end remains determined
when once, that vow was sacred
i do, he said
and she did likewise
but words made vows
and as it always do
words fail to stand
though the test of time
now, time fades
and what had seemed eternal
has now conformed itself
to each tick of the clock.
where art thou love,
when its needed?
Can 'you' be found?
Is there ever 'you'?
Or is it just the fragments of my mind?
Whispering hope, do you hear?
From the solitude of hopelessness.
A melanchony of sounds overwhelms,
And 'you' seem so distant,
Or is there ever 'you'?
For glimpse of 'you' is eroding.
'You' shall be god's plan,
The very perfection inplace,
A search for 'you' is futile,
For no man's competance could bear such fruit.
Can 'you' really be found?
Be it not a dream O Lord,
For the depths of search be far me,
The search is your's,
For 'you' be found,
Be my heavenly bliss.
- reawakening love.
chapter seven : colours, i see
:: for 9 / eleven.
chapter six : a four letter story for katie
past the point of no return
standing post on a tower watch
a soldier from nowhere looking at a distant
and a glimpse of life seems to pass away.
a fight for morality has broken its way
with something up the road
leading to a finer day
a walk of shame through these days
will be a thought of yesterday
as we fight our wars for today.
and he said
i have a dream
that one day my children
will not be judged by the colours of their skin
but the content of their character.
he had a dream,
i have a dream.
a four letter story for katie.
chapter five : our temporary residence
" but now i know that our world is no more than a wave rising on the ocean.
Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them,
all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink "
-the memoirs of a geisha : arthur golden
chapter four : une vie pour aujourd'hui
si vous pourriez le comprendre,
cela signifierait que le français a d'une langue commune à youself.
en s'inquiétant au sujet de demain, les regrets d'hier. nous vivons à ce titre.
trompé par notre vision, nous avons perdu le sens d'aujourd'hui.
semblez loin au-delà, si vous pourriez comprendre,
nous mènerions alors la vie différemment,
à ce titre pour apprécier les petites choses, les petites choses autour de nous.
compréhension. oui, c'est nécessaire,
juste une vision fugitive de compréhension et nous serions
effectivement reconnaissants de notre identité. pourquoi l'inquiétude de demain,
pour s'inquiéterait demain de lui. en ce qui concerne aujourd'hui ?
pourquoi pas vis de jour en jour et la vie menante à son fullest.
Non, son pas le cliché.
Nous avons effectivement perdu la beauté de notre création.
si seulement, si seulement,
nous pourrions voir au-delà que nos yeux ont été destinés.
menez la vie d'aujourd'hui.
chapter three : the insignificant other
chapter two : a step unto the unknown
as the hours dim, little red riding hood begun her path.
ignorant and naive, she encountered the beginning to an unknown,
walking down the path once so familiar, we have all taken for granted.
as darkness illuminates, we fall foul of the trap set out by hungry wolves.
a small step unto the unknown, seems to be of greater magnitude.
when once, everything was everything,
and nothing was nothing.
our step are tainted by the past we left behind.
the steps from both the wise and otherwise.
we now leave behind our days,
heed, forget it not, for the traps has been set.
as like the picture has been ruin,
a pit awaits,
but for the hopefuls,
a step unto the unknown with a distant light
calls for a punchline brighter than the sunshine.
"Grandmother, what big arms you have!
All the better to hug you with, my dear.
Grandmother, what big legs you have!
All the better to run with, my child.
Grandmother, what big ears you have!
All the better to hear with, my child.
Grandmother, what big eyes you have!
All the better to see with, my child.
Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!
All the better to eat you up with."
And, saying these words,
this wicked wolf fell upon little red riding hood,
and ate her all up
little red riding hood.
chapter one : explosions in the sky
listen now,
the far away sounds
an escaping from our imagery
this dreadful reverie.
help make me fly
towards an explosion in the sky
over-clouding all this lies
for there would be new eyes
for those who would just fly.
let me fly.
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- chapter eleven : the tale of five
- chapter ten : this beautiful madness
- selah
- chapter nine : i feared
- chapter eight : reawakening love
- chapter seven : colours, i see
- chapter six :: a four letter story for katie
- chapter five : our temporary residence
- chapter four :: une vie pour aujourd'hui
- chapter three : the insignificant other