A Second Shinning

Once in while everyone wants to be alone. Silently enjoying the solitude, the passing of the seasons. As the stars sail past we cant stop thinking and memories flood in. Once in a while too, you realize that you cant live alone. It’s true than were not solitary creatures. Not in this existence. You have to have commitments and relationships with someone. You need to trust and be trusted upon. A passing day where you need to talk to someone and also love. Lets name a person a friend and lets consider him or her a shining second beacon in your life. The first being you. Its an unending stream of water that meanders slowly across valleys finding reasons to be together. That’s what it is then, of having a friend and being a friend. Of constantly finding the reasons and stopping a while to savor the moment of satisfaction. Then knowing that you achieved something you move on.
Being alive and living everyday is a challenge. A challenge to stay human and reflect our lives, at least what happened yesterday and the day before. Its like looking for clues to live tomorrow. What’s painful in a relationship is having someone who you respect and love, go away never to come back. What’s worst is to constantly being wrong and making mistakes. Not everyone will have good friends. Not everyone has the ability to find a friend for life. You hope a lot and want everything good. When you have someone to share and live that one specific journey in your life, you do the best to love your friend. A walk is not enough but you have to hold hands. To touch the heart. In silence you conquer continents and souls. How much you hope to be loved and to love.
There are many elements to be learned in life of friendship. Imagine the possibilities. When we have someone to share we can learn to be patient and to solve problems, to live through personal tragedies and unwanted sorrow. Happiness even once a while can fill that jagged void that hurts us everyday. So what does the second shinning means? A second shinning is related to the color you see when you leave the confines of your home and your family. When you move on and meet new people you have to change sometimes adapt to a new surrounding. And you'll see a different color. Just imagine that everyone you see wants something from you. The expectations that you feel you don’t have to satisfy but ultimately is essential to live your life. Those are colors. Sometimes dark sometimes light sometimes painful. You see, this second shining is not out there to be found. The different colors you see are legends on the long path of your life. You don’t stop at those legends, you just walk past them admiring them and in quantum moments being touched by them. Those are markers in your life. The second shinning is something you create to follow you on that journey. The second shinning is the spirit of the friend(s) you want to live your life with. For them you're a second shinning.

****** A Musical Journey ******

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[+] Johannes Linstead

[+] Spin Artes

[+] Mynta

[+] Alex Tiuniaev

[+] Kunle Kuti

[+] David Gallegos

[+] Mars Lasar

[+] Michael Dulin

[+] Priscilla Hernandez

-gP2005-

The Third Future

So we did not wait. We wanted it all. We want it now. We wanted it yesterday for that matter. The future. Its all big and shiny. Not revolution nor a fight, it just came. No blood, no war, you woke up and its there. The second future. It was boring, it wasn't all so big and revolutionary you say. But you wanted greatness and fame yesterday. So the second future stayed and well, made itself comfortable. You and me, we fought wars and we made love. I build fences in the moonlight, but my neighbor's bought tanks and cannons. Did I say it wasn't interesting? It was not yesterday, but today its different. This is a big bad dream. I want to wake up, no I mean, I'm part of the dream. So the second future was ugly, yet we lived. Then came today, almost tomorrow, there's only hours left of today. The third future. I can almost hear the echo in eternity. What do you want tomorrow buddy? I don't know, how 'bout some Internet and a slice of chocolate cake just incase you get hungry. Is that all? So all hell went and came, and we woke up and its tomorrow. And it rained in the morning. Damn, I hate to wake up when it rains, I cant get back to sleep. Its just those things that wont stop. Wait, it's not stopping, its coming right at you. A rush, a wind, wait no, yes, a storm, a blizzard of the cultural extravaganza. A revolution you might say. A cultural revolution in the third future? What is culture? What is you culture for that matter? And so you learned to speak, then you learn to write. What's your greatest achievements he asked. I stood up, well I was forced to answer. I said 'being born, sir'. Isn't that an achievement? I was born, therefore I have this ability to write and speak. I'm alive so that my culture wont die. So what is the cultural revolution. Do you have to dress up and go chant master. Oh silly man, you don't have to chant or dance, you have the gift of life, use it. You mean babies? You mean reproduction? No, no, you have the gift to see, feel and touch. To speak you said. Then being born, you have the powers to realize that there are others here on this world. But what does it have to do with culture. Again. As you were born, you cried. Then you saw faces. But your words, they're all muted. Then you waited, you laughed, cried and slept. You even dreamed. One day, by magic, to you atleast, you said the words. That's culture my friend. That first word you mean? Yes, that's the one. But what does culture have to do with it all? To the third future? Dude, were at the crossroads. You remember that gift. You have it, I have it, everyone has it. Now in this strange future, we have an option we did not have yesterday. Or the day before, during the moment of the first and second futures. We have the powers to discard that culture. What are you saying? But I don't want to do it. People are doing it my friend. Culture means nothing for today's world. There is not words being spoken or written. People just walk and drift and die. They don't utter the first words anymore. They don't worry of anything. They don't care even if its too late. A cultural revolution. That's what I'm saying. But then if my culture, if The culture dies, wont we be not humans anymore. Today, you see friend, there is no respect, no freedom, no liberty. There is no respect towards women, there is no freedom to the children and there is no vision in anyone's eyes. Today you see it everywhere. This is the future you build yesterday and the day before. Don't you remember. But I did not teach or asked anyone to do that. I wanted a future big and bold. Of technology, of media and of money. You have technology friend, its not going anywhere. You have money, it comes sometimes, but seldom stays. But you have the dreaded media. In the names of the so called freedom of information and expression, it oppresses the people. It trashes the women and children. It paints in colors and writes hate. No wait, its a choice, you take it or just ignore it. But the media is words my friend, the media is language and culture. So when it changes the culture, it changes the people who created the culture. One man made a mistake yesterday, you drank some tea, I woke up, it changed the future. But a million men made a decisions yesterday to paint a red women in the nude. Then they raped her and then they beat up her child. They took him and slammed him in the sweat shops. They took her daughter and crammed her in the shady streets for sex. In your country, in my country, everywhere for that matter. Is today the day, the day we reach the crossroads? Yes its today, its been today for days. We reached here a hundred years ago. But we stood and we slept and we drifted. We actually enjoyed the great red show. How do we change it? I don't think we're ready for the third future. We have to safe the humanity. Change the past, now? There is no way of changing the past. The future is here. You have to change tomorrow. Tomorrow as in the fourth future? Yes the fourth future is not far away. But how again? The future, its eminent. I know, we cant stop the future, yes its clear now. Its physics and its entropy. The future is a phase, a time, and screen. It just comes, no matter what. Its a template, then we write something today, so tomorrow, its an addition to the template. So tell me now, how do we change it? You must find the real enemies. You must find the person who did it. You know, the guy with blood on his hands. You must find the clues, the smoking gun. You must find witnesses and then you must build a defense. Then you go face the people. You face the world. On that stage you speak and say that we have to stop and change. Change the future. Help and stand beside the children and women. So that we don't repeat history. But is that all? Will it be enough? Will they change? I don't know friend. Maybe it will help. Maybe it wont. But you said so, you laid the plan, you said I have the power. Why don't you guide me and follow me. We can find the enemy. We can convince them. Maybe we don't have to shoot them or kill them, we can talk to them and ask them to stop their crime. We cant friend. Why? Because the enemy is standing right here. The enemy is me. And you.

-gP2005-

[+] Found this cool photoblog; [Photos.Agray]
[+] I just found out my Hobbit name is Mungo Danderfluff and my Elven name is Finrod Tulcakelumë. Got this from [Hobbit] and [Elf] via [Still] via [Visi].

The Truth, Chapter 1

"Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened." -- Winston Churchill

****** a poetic interlude ******

Requim for a Passing

Your words walk from land to land
Stories vibrate among friends who band
Images of lilies born and beautiful being faint
March streams washing pebbles sometimes quaint
Moist eyes leave behind sparks of life undone
Your shadow casts rain and painted sunshine
Ages crawl and disappear across worlds
Desert nomads journey spreading heralds
Lone bagpiper with a song in passing
On mountains shadowy angels amassing
Your touch reminds her of eras in gathering
Drummers with an anthem of pitiless feeling
Memories floats away with an unheard motivation
In majestic ships with sailormen since foundation
Miniature leaves descending from willows decaying
Your name written in destiny gradually parting
A silent mutiny yesterday being legendary
Among women and children building a scenery
Jaded soldiers remain holding fallen enemies
Tranquil seasons when you are born again in memories.

-gP2005-05/10/05-

****** magic music ******

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[+] Mike has a very good post that I liked much, hope everyone will read this;[WHTY]

-gP2005-

Of Questions and Why's

After this many years on the road, on this journey you start to realize things. Those ambitions you had and those dreams that was suppose to come true by now. Have you ever heard this mysterious voices talking to you. I always hear this voice ' macha, its time, stop now. Youre making a big mistake, your headed the wrong way'... At this moment, either you stop and freak out or you undo the mistake and restart. But not me, oh not ever me. I see signs all the time, damn, I even see the big STOP sigh down the road, but Im oblivious to it. I keep on going...

So you’re 26 and you’re big and strong and brave. But the world just got 26 years older. And then you realize it’s too late. Ok, maybe not too too late, but just late. Then you see in the giant plasma screen in the sky, where you went wrong, what you should have done and should be doing. Then there's this great big flashbacks of your life. Hey! No way! I used to wear all the buttons on my shirt up to the top one till I'm 15! :- And then it dawns. You’re not the dude. You're not the cool dude. Macha, youre not going to make it like them. You're not going to be the astronaut. You're not going to sing 'It’s a wonderful world' on the surface of the moon let alone mars. You’re not going to work with NASA. Oh I see it now. I should've listened to them a long time ago... Then it dawns. I'm not going to be that great soccer player. I'm not going to rock the Kop. I'm not going to score that super great awesome goal in the Champion Leagues Finals. They're not going to hang my picture in Anfield. I should have realized that the day I renamed my room 'Anfield'. I'm just not cut for it. Remember the song, that song, oh yes that great song. Now you realize you’re not going to be the greatest Saxophone player in the world. Youre not going cut records and play sell out concerts. Damn, don’t you see, you never been to a concert before.

So the voice keep booming in the sky. The TV has surround sound. And now you see more. Oh god, I'm not going to win that Nobel prize. It’s just too late isn’t it. I'm just too lazy for that. I cant even do some decent programming. I'm stuck. Hey, I'm an Indian. Should'nt I be a master coder by now. Create the next web revolution, make big fat bucks and buy my own island... And more and more images. I'm not going to fall in love. I have to stop imagining. I'm not going to get that girl. (Girls! - follow the link and be amazed)

Maybe its time. Maybe I should listen to the voice. Maybe life isn't all tea and tuna sandwiches. Now I wonder whether it’s real tuna...

'...another day is gone, I'm still all alone, how could this be, you’re not here with me, you never say goodbye, someone tell me why, did you have to go, and leave my world so cold...'- (MJ, You Are Not Alone)

****** a picture diary ******

The Library at far end.

Library Entrance

A Lonely Life of Pi. You can only find this and DaVinci Code in the library during the exam season.

Journal Section. Where you can find me most of the time.

Fugue. Happens when the librarian wakes you up and you wander not knowing where you are...

Newspapers on some psychedelic chair.

More Journals. And there the Physics World I always read.

Checkout Counters . Blur.

Einstein Meets Eliot.

Static. Hey! can u c the guy at the end...

Rows and rows of emptiness.

Ulysses by James Joyce. Many times voted the best novel of the past century.

Stories of Greatness. This long shelf contains all the past nobel winners in literature.

Books n Ghosts. The come out at night when everyone's gone home.

I ate a pack of these orange milk candies. And yes thats the poem I was writing, and posted at the bottom of the post.

Timescapes. Did'nt know I can do this with my cell.

****** a poetic journey ******

Of Ages and Questions

An October evening creeping near,
upon a flight of stairs I tire,
endless formations of spaces clear,
welcoming me in uneasy desire.

Invisible wind(s) brushing past,
blind as it is to see but it must,
fervently I try to catch its tail,
hope to fly away in a mystery sail,

A greeting, some threading and blue ties,
with it rows of books and age old mites,
one too many faces and repeating threes,
three friends with three books on three floors.

Decades of books, journals and chairs,
left to perish along with some king,
minions and archers on high shelves,
and a bonfire made of Eliot’s and old Jung.

Beautiful faces and shiny eyes,
no not the devil or its bride,
just slaves tracing ageless lexis,
who among many might one day write.

Time and sunset subsequently alight,
pages and shelves feast delight,
astronomers and artist are searching right,
a few books, Sylvia and an endless night.

-gP2005-03/10/05-

-gP2005-

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