pink mozart
Mozart is pink. fluffy fluffy love. innocent and pure.
Beethoven is blue. calm like cloudless skies. waves of joy from raging seas.
Rachmonioff is red. the peaks and depths of love. sad yet passionate. don't stop believing.
Debussy is purple. playful yet serene. pale yet beautiful. a frail hope but hard to kill.
Schubert is amber. brights of orange and mellows of yellow. stops and gos in life one must bravely face. bliss and happiness awaits.
Brahms is golden. fleeting autumn leaves and everlasting silver birches.
Schumann is green. a glimpse of neverland. nature's youth and grace.
Chopin is white. sparkling furry towards the complexities of life. simplicity that encompasses all.
there is just one melody. wistfully wistfully. as if to sing.
lalalalala.
the stars went blue @12:31 PM
February 12, 2009
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animal machines
Hysteria is being in a bus interchange on a sleep deprived morning
the dead chill and stillness of the air conditioning
and the sound of high heels
deafening thuds on cold hard concrete drowning out the soft morning
thousands and thousands of thuds
differing in tone and frequencies without order nor rhythm
echoing off the hallow walls
striking at the back of my sore head
like a bad hangover on a working monday
from a cocktail of noisy heels
straight to the head
why must people wear high heels?
they personify this crazy world
when they run and wobble after buses with unsightly gaits
We are prisoners of this city
'sadness is only the start of the weight we carry
as the free man never thinks of escape
i find different exits but the walls never fall
and time becomes my medusa
turning me to stone
a shell as spiraled as
a dream' - the thread my sanity hangs by
atlas: "freedom is a country that does not exist."
heracles: "it's home if home is where you want to be."
now zeus was anxious for real heroes don't think
and human kind continues in ignorance because knowledge destroys them
"without really seeing them he was staring at the faint stars still swimming in the damp sky"
the stars went blue @12:12 PM
November 27, 2008
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of capybaras and carrots
its bright orange colour reflects its goodness
and you feel its semi rough texture
while gripping it firmly with your hand
you then hear the crisp sound produced
when sharpened steel slices through its turgid body
now faster now slower
while a slight tangy scent slowly tingles your senses
all these followed by the sound of raindrops on the rooftop
only more hollow as the diced pieces
hurried down the sides of the container
while imaginary echoes reverberate the kitchen walls
P.S. it was once shown that capybaras prefer sweet potato or tapioca over corn or carrots
moonlight sonata
According to wikipedia, quasi una fantasia
better known as moonlight sonata was composed
as a dedication to his pupil, then 17 year old
Countess Giulietta Guicciardi
with whom Beethoven was or had been in love
The name moonlight Sonata derives from a description
of the first movement by poet Ludwig Rellstab,
who compared it to moonlight shining upon Lake Lucerne
In another saying, Beethoven composed the moonlight sonata
for a little blind girl who asked him what the moon looks like
I like this latter saying
you'll understand if you close your eyes and listen to this piano piece
that only the little blind girl who is not limited by sight
has seen the true beauty of the moon
"the man was not really a poet but surely he was a poem
and even the moon is only poetic because there is a man in the moon"
not all those who wander are lost
I can still remember those screeching brakes
when i nearly hit an elk one night
and a couple of deers on another day
those pesky bisons that cause jams when you are in a rush
and the one we met after fording a river
blocking our trail like a gatekeeper
lost trail markers and bushwhack-ing
the feeling of the road beneath me
90 miles per hour on the interstate
passing those big trucks lit like giant wraiths
burning rubber till the dawn
the stinging sensation on my face
and the pain in my ears
after getting hit by those cold pacific waves
watching the fountains of belagio five times in a row
jogging around central park on those cool evenings
running up that exact flight of stairs rocky did
but tomorrow comes and sorrow becomes his soulmate
dear friends - americans serbians columbians taiwanese, so long for now
life is good when you have coffee on a mountain top
(L) yellowstone, electric peak - 10,992 ft
(R) yellowstone, amethyst peak - 9614 ft
(L) tetons, paintbrush divide - 10,700 ft
(R) yellowstone, mount holmes - 10,336 ft
(L) tetons, hurricane pass - 10,372
(R) tetons, avalanche divide - 10,680 ft
(L) tetons, static divide, buck mountain - 11,938 ft
(R) yellowstone, mount sheridan - 10308 ft
(L) yellowstone, big horn peak - 9930 ft
(R) yellowstone, republic peak - 10431 ft
"you sure like high places don't you"
"that's because when you're high up
all the stuff that looks confusing and messed up
suddenly becomes crystal clear"
fumbling towards ecstacy
3rd jun, mount washburn - 5.2
24th & 25th jun, electric peak - 22
8th jul, osprey falls - 9.2
10th jul, specimen ridge - 18.8
23rd jul, lewis channel loop - 11.2
1st aug, paintbrush divide - 19.3
6th aug, mount holmes - 18.8
7th aug, amphitheatre lake - 9.6
12th aug, hurricane pass & avalanche divide - 20
18th aug, static divide - 15.9
25th aug, mount sheridan - 22
2nd sep, big horn peak & sheep mountain - 20
8th sep, republic pass - 8.4
summer 2007, yellowstone & grand tetons - 200.4 miles
mount sheridan
I love the grand tetons
they are like pretty young things
a wild child hot like a blazing fire
that scorches your senses
and turns them on
A different kind of love i have for sheridan
a gentle lady sheridan is
like a matured fire
mellowed but hiding a lasting beauty
like the intense heat of the glowing ambers
there will always be new loves
each might be more pretty and beautiful than the previous
but only one will your heart belong to
and always long to go back to...
view of
heart lake
from
mount sheridan
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