lonely hearts of the cosmos
A song reminded me that we used to sing on our journeys.
We just sang and forgot all else.
It seems silly now,
but it is a good memory.
i remembered[#] a 15 minutes blurt don't do justice to the heart :)
one day in the rainy seasons
of this balcony at the back of the apartment
a personal space written in my heart
when I was small and seeking life
i stood there looking out
of the fantastical landscapes
and a view over the fallen horizons
where the far end meets the stars
all that I saw with my painfully young eyes
the rain never stopped
centuries upon centuries
when i was figuring out life
in the crazy days of enlightenment
the balcony was still there
with clearer views
of mountains and mists
and far thoughts of beautiful equations
the undulating hills almost speaking
of Maxwellian interpretations
waveforms blind as quantum imaginations
i seek hidden memories
and this balcony
almost certain it was artificial
had not beginning
the ending I don’t know
when it was raining
the mist hanging just outside
and we touched it
it felts like formless water
waves upon waves
cool breezes snatching my soul
for the moments of you and me
were there looking not outside
but at each other
it was the seasons of love
day and night the stars just froze
in my-self your soul slept
your hair rested on my face
your heart beats and
your eyes became mine
we were in love
and during the days
the frangipani forest
dancing in their own mercurial violations
releasing their scents of joy
that drifted through the air
at that moment i realized I was alone
sensing every element out there
nothing of your touch
it was in my imagination
the days on the balcony
as it was there
waiting
for occasional visitors
and conjuring displays of day light stars
and night time suns
and playful mists
that my tears
describe
today
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as i lie awake,
on this cold wet night,
million of miles from my dream,
the universe slowly passing me by,
expanding further into the void,
of my future,
as i lie awake,
dreaming still of my dream,
the thought of when and where,
will i achieve my dreams,
its more than dreams actually,
it's my passion in life,
my silent and warm antidote,
for my cruel life,
as i run away,
from my crude past,
someday even the cool rain,
won't drive my sorrows away,
someday it gives me hope so high,
even the stars seem to be in touch,
oneday someday,
when i'm fully awake,
from this dying dream,
when my sorrows cease to eat me,
and my feelings cast away my anger,
and i forget all my hate,
that one day,
i know i will reach the stars,
riding high,
all my dreams will come true,
humanity saved,
and everyone old and young,
newborns and dreamers alike,
drifters and legends,
will sleep an innocent slumber,
dream beautiful dreams,
of the garden of the Gods,
for i am there to save you,
when that day comes,
all the questions answered,
and all journeys end,
that day i will say goodbye,
to my blood and to my soul,
to my brothers in arm,
and to my fellow dreamers riding high,
on the back of the enigmatic neutrino,
to the far reaches of the universe,
and to the heavenly garden of the Gods,
and all days,
will be happy days,
when the passion is fulfilled,
and the hatred suppressed,
when the crimson rivers,
turn into crystal manna of life,
and the amber skies cleansed,
mothers breathing pure life,
and the land of the humans,
returned to humans,
and the land of green,
green again in high soul,
and the sea mighty once again with tides,
so high that the dreamers drift course,
towards the water of passion,
and everyone will know,
that one day,
the pain died,
lives not lost and loves not killed,
running on the fields of dreams,
when and where their past generations,
failed and failed again,
before gaining victory,
and that night all over the gifted earth,
the third rock from sol,
vibrates with happy souls,
who sleep with a hope,
and a single dream,
to wake up tomorrow,
and face another day,
to live a new life,
and give birth to a new baby,
who will live her life,
and tell this high tale,
of bravery and courage so true,
its the greatest story ever told,
to her son and daughter,
lying on the lap of God.
I love you.
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Any Olympic protest by the United States would deeply offend a proud Beijing leadership that hopes the games will show China's emergence as a new world power. It also would run the risk of hindering a host of international efforts the Bush administration needs China's help to solve, including efforts to confront Myanmar's military junta and North Korean and apparently Iranian nuclear programs. China holds a veto on the U.N. Security Council, and the U.S. and Chinese economies, as well as many of the countries' political efforts around the world, are increasingly intertwined.
"The problem with a boycott is you end up taking 1.3 billion Chinese — who have different views of democracy, of the U.S., of human rights, but all want the Olympics to be successful — and you turn them all against the U.S.," said Green, an analyst with the Center for Strategic and International Studies think tank. "It's a crude and blunt instrument to just boycott."
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*in distant memories[#] On that forever morning, he desires for immortality to experience All tomorrows.
snowflakes in summer
swept under the carpet of time
rain for the sake of desires
tears for the wanting of love
surrender your soul
for He awaits
surrender it to me
for I shall live your life
maybe then
I will get what I deserve
what I desire
in death
maybe I will find
my fate.
- as the tides settleas they leap
the experiment emerges
on the table
notepads, pens and coffee cups litter
experimenters eyes rest
undisturbed, unmoving
but the machines are rumbling
perturbations in time
switch on
the first lights fire
dense electrons collate
into an energy soup
unnamed for a fleeting second
and let loose into random space
they race into singularity
along a magnetic tunnel
smash
the metal barriers
scatter loudly
momentarily with untold pain
but ultimately natural
they have no God
they exist in probabilities
outside
an emotionless grad student
watches the electronic screens
setup by his superiors
trying to collect data
not thinking of solutions
how the game have evolved
his predecessors generations back
toiled with arcane mechanics
instruments like gigantic moths
dwarf our daily sitcoms
and he just fills the tables
of the coded strings
with mindless data
not knowing
the results
