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Summer: Chapter Two.

2011-11-11T06:48:00.000-08:00

Westbound Runway,
Take me to the truth.
We don't wanna live a lie,
We don't wanna live a lie.

Tired of living in the dark,
Where everything is uncertain.
Luring me from the tainted,
Oh Westbound Runway!

Let the light show; all the night snow.
Flying now.
Flying with the sun at the horizon,
Wind at my back; eyes on the truth.

Summer: Chapter One.

2011-11-11T06:22:00.000-08:00

There is no room for error on the path you are fixed on,
There isn't a way around the toil you are headed for.
There is no way to hitch the shivers onto a noose,
There are no rewards for a low light, Friday night cruise.
Keep that melody playing; keep at it, till you get paying.

Dead Brothers

2011-10-07T09:45:00.000-07:00

Maybe one day,
You'll hear the summoning,
It's always frail,
When you'll hear, beckoning;

Dead Brothers of age,
When you pass on,
Through densest stage,
Of relentless storms,
Hear the gushing,
Yearning, rushing,
In the wind and rain,
You will live on.

Fiercest of us all,
You all,
Living life in the obscure,
Dissonant midst of the offhand.

My Dead Brothers of age,
For ages gone and ages to come,
In the wind and rain,
You will live on.

In our thoughts and minds,
You will live on.

In our memories,
You will live on.

Until, that which is at hand,
Is our fall.

Psalm For My Heart

2011-09-11T02:19:00.001-07:00

O flesh and veins wrapped in rich velvet
Pumping and pounding forever,
Come death
The cheapness in your judgement,
An invocation from your senses,
Interventions for all of my life,
Why?

To let live my body,
Dutiful yet distracting,
My every step,
All the way,
Come death.

Ne'er will you know,
What it means to be,
The most cruel thing beating in me,
Ironically the most vital source of life.
One day you will die, with me,
As our fates, intertwined.

A cosmic joke
A sick lie, yet,
The Brain, He ordains me.
You, or Him,
I see.

But, I am in your requital,
For I have encountered,
The masochistic of them all,
Forged deep inside you,
Fervid,
The sick Devil of fidelity.

My Girl, The One Who Got Away

2011-09-04T09:54:00.000-07:00

So many questions,
I wonder, so many years,
Talking to you.

Listening intently,
Watching the hair fall neath your ears,
Into overdrive my heart goes,
Like a reverie,
I wish you were a deity.

The essence in your speech,
That universal peace,
Deep caress of your touch,
An epitome of love,
Imagine, with me.

I'd let it all go now,
Any day,
I Hope I never have to,
Faraway,
So now, pray.

There is no reverence in this,
Nor are there any lies.
Not wanting, not feeling,
They are just excuses, fray.

I felt joy,
Just for a moment,
Now astray,
But you'll always be that,
My Girl, The One Who Got Away.

Transitions

2011-08-28T03:56:00.000-07:00

What is that?
One minute callous, one minute lost,
Deep and desolate of all meaning
It is all quiet and then sacrificed
For all the serenity in the world
A world of black and white.

Now the time draws nigh
For all, for none,
Transitions.

Fade back out into the world
Take me with and show me,
The need for this sacrilege
Nature of a true demon within
All of his powers stripped bare
Left smoldering in his still raging vanity.

The silence in the time between
Sins,
Rooted in me, unholy simpleton.

Picked him apart
Tore him asunder
Impaled beyond resuscitation
Desecrated to shreds,
The masochist in him.
Turned to dust, disappears now.

A dirge for his dreams
Nearing in me,
Craving for more
Screeching sounds of despair
Setting in now
For the rest of his life and then.

Still like barren thoughts in mind
Throbbing in me
Transitions,
Transitions affecting him,
Transitions for me,
Never ends with life.

Once again, neath his other self
Neath his altar ego,
Transitions.

Taking place
Forever without solace
Reality hitting like a mace
Pounding in his head, in his heart,
On his face, of realizations of the past,
Transitions.

Mother

2011-07-03T09:53:00.000-07:00

You know everything,
You see through the lies.
You know when I'm sick,
You know when I'm starved.
You know when I'm sad,
You know when I have a worry.

One day I said,
"I did it, cos I's sad".
You cried and you slept,
I did it again when you wept.
I regard the values you have taught me,
I respect the power that I see.

When I come home,
Smelling of nicotine,
When I slept in the Drôme,
I've slipped into dream.
I am who I am, because of who you are,
Because you made me what I am.

I love you, mom :)

She

2011-06-22T07:54:00.000-07:00

NOTE:
NO! I did not have a major romantic failure or anything of that sort, I just know the feeling. And no, you DON'T have to experience it to know it, personal opinion.

When Death came for her,
As She drew her last breath,
The phantasm of her,
Disappeared.

I saw her again,
In pandemonium,
A song she sang,
In her new abode.

I watched from my window,
My mind lost its glow,
The contour of her,
Haunting me, forever.

Inside her, a heart so sly,
Into her thoughts, I pry.
She did not heed these notions,
She left me out of proportions.

My longing for her, my misery,
Can't speak of her, Rosemary.
These years spent in solitude....
I know she's gone.

Pretty Frickin' Proud

2011-06-20T05:13:00.000-07:00

Hey hey look
There's a new face
Fetch my book
Take it at a slow pace.

Walk away
I'll follow you
My dismay
You're taken too.

I see an opening
I make my move
Your smile's deadening
Set the groove
But you still vanish
Under the cloud
I seem trickish?
I'm still,
Pretty Frickin' Proud.

Take a guess
Make my day
At the end confess,
Near the bay!

The rest is history
Make a tale
It's a mystery
All for, a piece of tail!

The Early Days

2011-06-16T07:00:00.000-07:00

Look by the window, how the days have changed
Take me inside, where it once began
There by that cave, take a look inside
Lament those days, when inside the forest
Chaotic darkness smiles upon the premonitory priest
Walking down the path of no return
Perennial journey into the depths of the time
Perpetual torture for the inmates and gatekeepers
Preserve, the undying elixir from the severed mountains
Pray for His death.
Come back again, rise from the dust
We need them back, The Early Days.

Look outside, at the morning fog
Take a step inside, beneath the surface
There under the Earth, a red mist of blood
Lit by your hopes, enraged by your thoughts
Chase them through the maze, that was your fire
Weep them for they deserve, that inferno; your messiah
By the end of the past, dissolve into your shadow,
Black.
Bequeath unto me, the face of your nemesis
Before the forests turn, ridden with nightmares
Return once again, appear at my command
We need them back, The Early Days.

Wither Away

2011-06-10T11:43:00.000-07:00

There are pieces to a picture

There are things we don't see

Delirium, part of the fixture

Pain, nowhere to flee.

It all starts to fade

Faces, words and things

To the end of day

Only memories we retain.

All we must search for

Love and not distaste
As it was foretold

It will all Wither Away.

Archdemon

2011-06-06T08:58:00.000-07:00

I slept in the rusted haven
I looked at the evening sun
I took in the salty breeze
And that's how it was done.

In a world full of eyes that judge
I can never be one to hold a grudge
Against mankind; for demon magic
A world so tragic.

Release me with your rage,
Archdemon
Guide me with direction,
Archdemon
Fill the world with chaos,
Archdemon
Devour them with absolution,
Archdemon
Give way for the imposition,
Archdemon

For a new age we shall wait

Me and my friend

Unprejudiced without hate

We have wounds to mend.

The time will come once again

Like before god, thoughts and vain

Until then we shall remain

In ethereal reign.

Time for a law of freedom,

Archdemon
Turn all creation to ash,
Archdemon
Endow a new age,
Archdemon
Become the new monarch,
Archdemon
Prevail over the new realm,
Archdemon.

Orion's Betrayal

2011-06-01T22:07:00.001-07:00

They look up to the heavens
The starry sky at eventide
The symphony breathed
From The Duo's axes
The Hunter.

On a cold winter's night
They gazed at the moon
Stars, black and such
A hollow void
A bottomless pit

Down poured the rain
Screams from the Pain
They went to the void
Where Orion was destroyed
A silence enveloped
A white hot fury prevailed
A crack in the sky
An abyss so dark and high
A big mighty axe
"Come back at first light"
The twitch of his finger
They 're back, where no one knows

Come dawn the day began
Oblivious, The Duo stand
Axes ready and symphony in their hearts
A war is at hand.

This is their last stand:
"Why?" A spirit within us betrayed?
Inspiration we sought
Premonitions we had.

You kept our minds clear and our hands flowing
An inner reflection of us you are!
But there he stood; The Hunter, silent...
There is nothing left to do.

The cold rains falls
Slay him we must; bloodshed and thrust
The night rain wash away
His stains. And never again celestial
Orion's Betrayal.

PS18 forever in our hearts

2011-05-31T22:39:00.000-07:00

"He scores goals galore,

He scores goals,

He scores goals galore,

He scores goals,

He scores goals galore,

He scores goals,

Paul Scholes,

He scores goals....."

The veteran midfielder announced that he would be retiring yesterday. He was the mastermind of the midfield, the play-maker and an excellent long ball passer. A man of few words and a true legend. He's the unparalleled, best midfield player of this generation.

And this goes out to him:

The whistles blows,
And the ball rolls,
Toward Paul Scholes.
He punches holes,
And scores goals.

He passes to the left,
He passes to the right,
He's the ginger head,
He does us right.

Corner kicks and direct hits,
He delivers; even them free kicks.
He is the one and only
A legend

"I am not a man of many words but I can honestly say that playing football is all I have ever wanted to do"
-PS 18 forever in our hearts.

Ace.

Commiserations

2011-05-28T23:55:00.000-07:00

So we lost.. It happens right! Still, Glory Glory Manchester United the biggest club on Earth! I was shattered when United lost but clearly we were outmatched by Barcelona. So time to move on and not sit around censoriously targeting the players and Sir Alex! I know everyone's disappointed but don't let your emotions cloud your judgement I always say!

Also we say goodbye to Edwin Van Der Sar. A true hero. How many games this season do we owe to him? A man of great skill, great vigor, great character and a decent human being. You will be missed.

So congratulations to the winners and commiserations to the losers.

That's all I can write in the emotional state I am in..

Cheers,
Ace.

Minutes to kick off!

2011-05-28T11:39:00.000-07:00

The biggest game of the decade is minutes away!
The spirits are high, everyone is focused. It's time to crush Barcelona and it's time for Sir Alex to become the most successful English manger in history!

Glory to Man United!

Los Diablos Rojos

2011-05-27T10:29:00.000-07:00

2005:
"..vague chants and cheers......AND IT'S IN!!!!-Commentator"
"What are you watching chetta?(older brother in native Malayalam)" I asked drowsily.
"YES!!!!! Wooooohoooo! It's a goal!!!!...erhmm.. nothing.. just go back to sleep"

The following morning:

"....probably yeah. But there's no way they'd lose against Blackburn"

Later on in the evening of one Saturday:

"Can I watch the game with you this time chetta"
"Sure"
"Who are we rooting for"
"The team in Red, with 'Vodafone' across their shirts"
"Okay"
"They're Manchester United"

2011:
We are the champions of the league for a record breaking 19th time.
Liverpool, give us the perch lads. We are the benchmark for you know.

After watching a very moving video from MUTV, I've rediscovered the greatness, the tragedies, the ecstatic moments, the controversies, the rage, the despair, the excitement and the eternal love I have for Man United.

And so this post, ahead of the Champions League final in Wembley against Barcelona tomorrow 28th of May 2011, wishing the players and the staff the best of luck. You are in are minds and in our hearts.
Glory to United!

Finally the motivation behind this post:

"The Old Man always told us that football is more than a game. It has the power to bring happiness to ordinary people"
-Sir Bobby Charlton.

Introspection

2011-05-26T22:32:00.000-07:00

What better way to begin. We all have a certain small philosophical side to us. Mine is this. To be lost in introspect and mull over the conversations of others, the subject and the depth to it. It gives me peace of mind to do so.

We all do not know everything, even about those which are predefined. I share an interest in those which are not yet; to invent by myself.

We have many friends, and me too. My favorite friend is introspect personified. The non-judgmental, unprejudiced, octogenarian, who is my very own grandfather-like figure from my own brain. It may seem pathetic and lonesome person but I enjoy utilizing my creativity in this way the most. I also clearly, like to write about it right here.

I'm no neurologist, much less anyone with any scientific understanding of the one only most intriguing-The Human Brain.