dinsdag 28 september 2010
base design tattoo d.n.r.
At the temple, there is a poem called "Loss", carved into the stone. It has three words...but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read "Loss"... Only feel it.
existence
I do not exist, yet i am.
Imagine me as a lucid sphere
got it?
now, paint a face on it
is that my face?!
Now, you have a model of me
Now shake it
Listen to it
as you notice, it makes no sound
Like me
No response
no reaction to incoming actions
But is this all?
Imagine deeper
shake the sphere once more
still no sound?
maybe there is more to be noticed then just sound
whats in the sphere?
is that air?
yes it is!
Well, air is something too
you might not see, feel or hear it
it doesn't mean it's not there
so there you go
thinking i don't exist
i do exist
your senses are just not developed enough to sense me
you are basic
but dont worry
in time
you will know as little as me.
Imagine me as a lucid sphere
got it?
now, paint a face on it
is that my face?!
Now, you have a model of me
Now shake it
Listen to it
as you notice, it makes no sound
Like me
No response
no reaction to incoming actions
But is this all?
Imagine deeper
shake the sphere once more
still no sound?
maybe there is more to be noticed then just sound
whats in the sphere?
is that air?
yes it is!
Well, air is something too
you might not see, feel or hear it
it doesn't mean it's not there
so there you go
thinking i don't exist
i do exist
your senses are just not developed enough to sense me
you are basic
but dont worry
in time
you will know as little as me.
zondag 19 september 2010
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donderdag 9 september 2010
:)
I don't have to leave anymore
What I have is right here
Spend my nights and days before
Searching the world for what's right here
Underneath and unexplored
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I saw
Something I couldn't over look
I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore
See what I've done
That bridge is on fire
Going back to where I've been
I'm froze by desire
No need to leave
Where would I be
IF this were to go under
It's a risk I'd take
I'm froze by desire
As if a choice I'd make
I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore
So now I'll never explore
What I have is right here
Spend my nights and days before
Searching the world for what's right here
Underneath and unexplored
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I saw
Something I couldn't over look
I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore
See what I've done
That bridge is on fire
Going back to where I've been
I'm froze by desire
No need to leave
Where would I be
IF this were to go under
It's a risk I'd take
I'm froze by desire
As if a choice I'd make
I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore
So now I'll never explore
maandag 6 september 2010
You are my dad.
When I was a kid,
I looked up to you
I thought you were a great example.
Then came up a different side to yourself
What I thought was my role model, was actually something else.
Faith started drifting away
like a golden leaf flowing down stream.
I pondered about myself, but mostly about you.
Where did that true fatherly figure that I looked up at dissipate to?
Things started to fall apart
I wondered where my life was taking me
Time goes by like people on a busy street
It never stops moving, everyone keeps on going.
I learned to keep on going on... moving on...
Memories flow gently as a song
Good and bad
Over time I may have seen the light
I am willing to build up the trust once again...
I forgive you for your mistakes...
Nobody's perfect... as we are all humans.
It is the imperfections that make life worthwhile.
When I was a kid,
I looked up to you
I thought you were a great example.
Then came up a different side to yourself
What I thought was my role model, was actually something else.
Faith started drifting away
like a golden leaf flowing down stream.
I pondered about myself, but mostly about you.
Where did that true fatherly figure that I looked up at dissipate to?
Things started to fall apart
I wondered where my life was taking me
Time goes by like people on a busy street
It never stops moving, everyone keeps on going.
I learned to keep on going on... moving on...
Memories flow gently as a song
Good and bad
Over time I may have seen the light
I am willing to build up the trust once again...
I forgive you for your mistakes...
Nobody's perfect... as we are all humans.
It is the imperfections that make life worthwhile.
vrijdag 3 september 2010
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