6.6.07

Kinda lose your sense of time
Cause the days don't matter no more
All the feelings that you hide
Gonna tear you up inside
You hope she knows you tried
Follows you around all day
And you wake up soaking wet
Cause between this world and eternity
There is a face you hope to see

You know where you've sent her
You should know where you are
You're trying to ease off
But you know you won't get far
And now she's up there
Sings like an angel
But you can't hear those words
And now she's up there
Sings like an angel
Unforgivable Sinner

You've been walking around in tears
No answers are there to get
You won't ever be the same
Someone cries and you're to blame
Struggling with a fight inside
Sorrow you'll defeat
The picture you see it won't disappear
Not unpleasant dreams or her voice you hear

You know where you've sent her
You should know where you are
You're trying to ease off
But you know you won't get far
And now she's up there
Sings like an angel
But you can't hear those words
And now she's up there
Sings like an angel
Unforgivable Sinner

Maybe one time lost
But now you're found
Stand right up before
You hit the ground
Maybe one time lost
But now you're found
Stand right up before
You hit the ground - hit the ground

You know where you've sent her
You sure know where you are
You're trying to ease off
But you know you won't get far
And now she's up there
Sings like an angel
But you can't hear those words
And now she's up there
Sings like an angel
Unforgivable sinner

I really like this song. It reminds me of when a guy beats her girlfriend to death... Now he regrets and tries to make it up to her or at least make himself feel better but she can't hear him so it's like karma getting back at him. Now he's a miserable faggot. Wish these things happen to him. But then again, he won't realise it cos he's got a really thick skull... Haha.. Madonna's laughing...

There's gonna be changes to the new script. Should have seen it coming but I'm not Psychic... Tmr is going to be a long day, I can just feel it coming. So it will be wise to get my cup of coffee first thing in the morning tmr. Yesterday I was coffee-less and I was like a fucking pissed off pig who hasn't seen mud for two weeks. And Irfan is now Japalay, as Malack calls him. She's so smitten with him ever since Mat CD. Thinks he's half Jap, half Malay! Just as Malack is half Malay half black cos she's got a big ass like a black girl. Haha! Lady, I meant. Cos now she's getting married to a freaking pilot with lots of big bucks... And now she can buy all the Gucci bags in the world! Not like she can't afford it, but it's nicer when someone else buys it for her.. Right? Right. Then she can also buy me those pumps... the wallet... the lanyard... the......Hmm... Endless possibilities... And now that I'm left with around two hours to go before bedtime, I will google for Neruda.

Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me

The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.

Deep stuff, but I'm not lesbian (cos the poem is talking about a certain She) even though I'm doing a play about gays, muahahahahhahaha

Here's another good one...
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Fierce love, babes..Okay guys, this is a quote from Neruda:

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

Wow... Fantastic stuff eh? He must have been a great lover to be able to write like that. He must have been through so much pain and given and received so much love to be inspired to write the poems that he wrote. He must have been a big fan of the woman's body to write poems about how he loved them. But the way he wrote it.. It wasn't crude, in fact, it was romantic.. enough to make a woman blush, feeling flattered. His poems, more than enough to move a man with a rock as his heart and melt the coldest of hearts and turn them into fires of passion.

Now I feel like eating seaweed shaker fries from Macs.Either that or cheesecake would do.. and sit at the beach to read love poems...

SHH!

8:16 PM