Soon, my love.

I am standing on a hill. The sky above me stretches off for miles, it is beautiful and so blue it hurts my eyes just to look at it. There are clouds, too, in this blue sky. Those soft, billowing, cotton candy clouds that were meant to be gazed at, back on ground-arms outstretched-face to the heavens, for hours. Tearing my eyes away from it is difficult, but when I look below, there is a continuous sea of white sand that eventually turns itself into the turbululant waters of the ocean.

The ocean! How vast and powerful it is. Compared to it, I am a puny man, insignificant beyond reason. For a moment, I am not so sure. A sudden panic grips my heart, and I succumb to the doubts that linger within. But then, with horrible accuracy, I recall my life; the past day's events, and I am choked up with emotion. Nothing has meaning for me anymore. I am alone, in this world. I am utterly and completely alone. My life is a dream in slow motion. A dream that I can not stop, a dream that I am a hopeless spectator of.

She is gone. No longer will I wake up in the morning and watch her chest rise and fall in the steady, tender breath of her sleep. No longer will I look at the soft curve of her neck as she slowly brushes her hair. I will not see those eyes, those beautiful eyes that always gazed into mine so knowingly. I will not see her smile, that smile that lit up her face and made me weak in the knees...

She is gone. My love, my sweet love. My friend, my confidante. My partner, my all. My purpose, my sole purpose that gave me the drive to get up and face a new day. The reason I was a better, more genuine man.

With my head downcast, I begin to walk. The sun is shining down on me in warm radiance, underfoot, the grass is crisp and damp under my bare feet. I can hear the crash of the ocean as it rushes into the rocks and breaks onto the shore. I experience each and every moment with a clarity that is astounding. Somewhere, there are birds crying in the sky, but still I walk. With slow, trembling steps I am at the edge. A single tear escapes and falls down, down, down.

Soon, my love - we will be together again.

Awe Kwena...

I have an exam coming up. I have a lab report to get done. I have homework hanging over my head. But what am I doing? Sitting at my computer, talking to people on this messenger thing that has me by the throat. Oh yeah, and in that dratted chat room.

It is dark outside. It is also dark in my room. I feel dark too. In a good way, of course. You may ask...in what way can dark be good? You know...I don't really know. It just had a nice ring to it. But now that I think about it...in the dark, things are unexposed, they can be anything you want them to be. You can also be free to do whatever your heart desires...

I like to drink water. When I'm thirsty. Sometimes I like to drink Sprite. Speaking of which, when was the last time you had yourself an icingly refreshing Sprite? Come on...you know you want one. Obey it...come on, you want to...

Anyway, I am seriously rambling here (so, what else is new right?) And that probably means a severe lack of sleep. Or a certain kind of night provoked dementia...

Whatever the case. Goodnight Moon.

Ctrl-Alt-Delete

I woke up this morning at 5:45 with a renewed desire to battle any odds I might encounter in the not-so-uninteresting, and sometimes gory carnage that is my life. With this healthy serving of optimism on my plate, I sat at my computer and determined that I would make the remainder of my research yesterday's headlines. So I began. I was seriously getting my research on when disaster struck. You know that sick feeling you get when you have a million and one (all important, I assure you) windows open, and suddenly nothing on the screen is moving anymore?
Yeah. It was kinda like that. Only, a thousand fold worse. I ranted, I raved; I pleaded, I begged; I touched wood just for the heck of it. Nothing doing. With a heavy and anguished heart, I contemplated the misfortune that had befallen me. Life lost its meaning...colors faded...the whole world came to a standstill.

Then I hit ctrl-alt-delete.

Now ain't that sweet?

Check out the first poem I ever wrote:

The summer morning's crisp and clear
the grass is filled with dew
the little birds dance and cheer
the sun is bright and new
sleepy eyes awaken
till morning's gone, forsaken
and things are very different
and things are very different

Consider freedom

Consider a massless point like object moving at the speed of light in a vacuum. Consider yourself, weightless in a vast pool of nothingness. Consider possibilty. Consider Freedom.

I want to dream. Society somehow tends to look down on a dreamer. But is it dreamers who have the power to look beyond the ordinary and create. Need I name names? It is possible that in your dream you could bring about world peace. It is possible that in your dream you could have total word domination. Different desires, both dreams. Those dreams might never come into existence. They may remain electric potentials that fire deep in the 9 serotonergic raphe nuclei that line the base of your upper brain stem. Yet, in those moments, we are able to live lives that fufil some ultimate potential.

Maybe one day our dreams will rub off on to the world.

I am ready

I have awakened a restless beast. For a while now it was chained and locked up in some forgotten garden, behind some forgotten wall, in memories dim past. I walked past the wall, and a stirring of all that could be and all that should be came from behind those walls. The stiring was urgent, I could not ignore it, and even though I kept walking, something inside me was stirring in equal and fierce response. So I came back. I came back to this wall, and I saw a small crack where the light came through. I peered into this crack, and I knew that what lay beyond that wall was something that even I could not refute. Before I knew it, the wall was torn down, and the beast was free. This beast is a powerful one, it has me tight in it's grasp, and I fear I am slowly losing my sanity...

I want this beast to ravage me. I want to lose control. I want to lose my sanity. I am ready.

Electric Chalkboard

This electric chalkboard is equipped with an automatic torque limiter.

If the panel begins to lift excess weight or otherwise binds, the device will disable the entire assembly.

Manuel reset is required.

Please call Facilities Managament at ext 7800 for assistance.

Thankyou.

 

Vampires

They lurk in the shadows of the night. They are the nosferatu; the undead. They are bold, daring, dangerous killers that are hopelessly bound to a promise in blood. Destined to spend eternity with an all consuming thirst, the world is their playground, and they fear nothing.

Life's like that

Sometimes it is the simple pleasures in life that make it worth living. That lovely feeling of satisfaction when you look up at the clock from a hard day at work, and you see there are ten more minutes. The thrill you get when you're looking through your pockets before you dump clothes into the washer, and you discover a $10 note in your pocket (okay, I'm cheap, $10 is a goldmine for me) It's waking up before your alarm clock shrieks, and discovering you have a whole hour left to sleep in the morning. It's a smile from a stranger in the street. It's dropping something, and having someone pick it up for you. It's all those simple pleasures that make life worth living. If only we would look up from our hectic schedules, our packed calendars - all the many prisons we enclose ourselves in and smell those proverbial roses.

Ode to juicy fruit

I like juicy fruit gum. It tastes so chewy and delich in my mouth. I like to buy whole packs of it at a time, and chew on each stick while I thoughtfully roll the sweet juices around on my tongue. Life is so much better with a wad of juicy fruit gum in your mouth. You can tell yourself that Organic Chemistry is no biggie, that the road to the future glories of medical school isn't so narrow and steep after all, and that you don't have to work on Monday. All this ends however, when the last lingering remains of the sweetness fade away in your mouth, leaving in their wake a desire to scratch your eyes out... Well, not really. It just makes you want to open up a fresh stick. So then it's off with the old and on with the new. A new stick is peeled, a fresh gum inserted, and life starts over.

Hey, I just realised all my times were wrong.

I was there

I was there when the light came on. Laying in my bed, staring out the window. I was there. Gazing at nothing in particular, and letting my mind wander to wherever it pleased. I saw it happen, I was there. Suddenly something changed. It wasn't so dark anymore. Right there, beyond the edge of my vision, a circle of light was growing. I looked at it. It was the light from a streetlamp. Faint, white light gleamed out. It took on a yellowish hue, and got brighter, stronger. I did not blink, I wanted to see each second of this steadfast transformation. In moments it was done. A Streetlamp was born.

Imagine

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored outta my mind. Bored sick. Bored senseless. All sortsa bored. What should I do? Should I read? Should I listen to music? Should I be a good student, and get my research on? Should I sit in front of this screen, this screen and think big thoughts? Let's imagine then. Let's sit high on a hill away from the civillisation that is mankind and imagine. Come only with yourself, no cell phones (though the signal would be fantastic up here), no pagers, no pda's....nothing. Let us open our inner eye and our minds to the many worlds that lie within us. The many worlds that can only be reached when we imagine. There you are 10 years old again. There you are 60. Over there you are just born. Imagine.

Tommyknockers

Today was 24 minutes ago. And by that I mean I am 23 minutes into the next day. And by the next day I mean today. As it were. Yes....the night does strange things to my mind. I like to think that I am affected by the moon in some non-werewolfic way. Come to think of it, I also like to think. (See what I mean? ) In your thoughts anything is possible. You can be male, female or even both. Tall, short or even both. Think about it like this: you are walking down a lonely street and you hear a rustling sound behind you. Don't be alarmed, it's only me and my camera crew. That, therefore, in essence, is what is.  Do you know what this 'it' is? Neither do I - you won't be tested on it. Well, that's what the little green men in my head keep saying. They've been getting rather loud lately... But that's another story. A story for a rainy day.

Pop tarts and angular momentum

I had physics lab today. Conservation of angular momentum. As if we all don't know the world is flat as a pancake. As I sat in that lab, and I listened to the voice of the teaching assistant, I thought to myself...life is like a giant pop tart. If you pop it into the microwave, it gets hot, and it tastes good. But it still can be eaten cold.  So there. What do you think about me now, sucker? I'm going to bed. Yes - in the middle of the afternoon.

A walk in the rain

I shuffle to the door, drawing my coat close around my shoulders, my hands deep in my pockets. I know its raining outside, but I want to get out, away… In a moment, I am outside and the rain is lashing against my face – it does not matter, my cheeks are wet anyway. It is dark. Dark and cold. Above, the sky looks fantastic; it is being ripped apart by the sheer force of the wind. Walking is difficult and I feel like I’m being forced backward. The wind is talking to me saying,“Guilty, guilty, guilty” Even the trees are bending over backward telling me the same, but I walk on heedless.

I am alone in a lonely world. I feel fragile, vulnerable under the power of the storm, but there is no turning back. My feet are taking me somewhere, one foot after the other; step by step. I close my eyes and walk blindly, oblivious to the world, feeling the rain plaster my hair to my head. It seems there is no time, only space.

 My coat is useless now, I am soaked through but still I walk on up the drive and past that gate. Free! My mind whispers to itself and I suppress a mad desire to giggle, to throw my arms up in the air and answer the rumble of the thunder. My good pair of shoes is muddy, and my skirt is clinging to my legs but I do not care. The confused nights are over. I will never wake up in the middle of the night frightened, lonely, and afraid. The rain has washed away my tears and the lump in my throat is dissipating, but there is the ache. Deep and throbbing, I know it will never go away. For as long as I live it will hurt.

The storm is furious, it is a reminder of the years of torment I have suffered in that house. Those enclosing walls have kept me caged for the greater part of my life. Life has left a bitter taste in my mouth and made me used to pain. I have shivered in my bed night after night; my cheeks salty and wet; bruised and hurting. You see, my father loves me dearly and he says the true expression of love is through touch. I tell him it hurts so bad, but he says that’s okay. He says he loves me very much and it has to be our little secret. He’s told me not to tell. I do not want to be loved this way, I cannot stand it.

I am far away from home now, and that is good. I know I am sick, I am dying. It’s funny when you think about it. The world is a canvas and I have no brush. I have lived an empty life, I am wasting away and I cannot help it. But that’s okay too. After all, there is no one but me in this world and soon I will be no more. I left my father’s body in his favorite chair. I know by now he is as cold as I feel. Perhaps he will stay there for days, weeks, maybe months. Finally I will not see those eyes that have scorned me, abused me, hurt me…I am safe. I cannot explain the weight that has been lifted from my heart. The feeling of exultation is intense, dizzying almost.

I know what I have done is wrong. It is unacceptable in society’s eyes and in those of the law. Let the gods judge me and declare my fate, but it was my only escape. I do not ask for pity, or sympathy. I did what I knew I had to when I did and now I am here. I felt guilty whilst he choked and gasped for air. I know he was asking for help, but inside I was frozen. Within minutes he was still.Yes. I am guilty. I deserve to be locked up for life. Yet inside I know I am finally free.

Valentines day is everyday.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
and so are you.

Four lines. Let us take a moment to explore these four lines. These four lines are an expression from the beating heart that pumps hopelessly romantic love around the circulatory system of the soul. Roses are red....it's a matter of fact. You don't deny a force of nature. Roses are red. Simple, yet profound. Violets are blue....more of the same. Just with that little extra pzazz. Sugar is sweet....how could it be anything else? One thinks sugar, one thinks sweet. No two ways about it. So, here's the good part (you can wake up now) you are all that. And more. Your beauty is simple. Yet profound. My love, too, is like that for you. Undeniable. Unquestionable. Just as roses are red. Just as violets are blue. Just as sugar is sweet. So is my love for you. It's a fact.

Philosophically speaking...

Yeah. I'm up at 12:41. I have an exam tomorrow that I need to get up at the crack of dawn to finish studying for. By crack of dawn, I mean 4:30am...yeah, totally wasn't kidding. The exam is at 8:00am. So, why am I here? Why am I posting on this blog, this blog of mine? The real question is, why is a toasting fork? I think I got that from ummmm, can't remember at this point. Someday I'll get all philosophical on you. Someday I'll save the world. Right now, the land of nod and beddy byes will have to suffice.

Obey your thirst.

Today I battled demons. I climbed towering mountains, and I lept over raging rivers. Nothing was impossible - I worked out complex physics calculations using one half of my brain, and figured out the meaning of life with the other. I learnt everybody's name at work, and used them. I thought thoughts, dreamt dreams, and felt feelings I had never experienced before. My mind was cataclysmic...potent; I saw colours and shapes for what they really were - vivid, bright, alive. Life has boundless possibilities, can have limitless capacities, and is yours for the making. 
 
Ps - Obey your thirst. Drink Sprite.

Sexual Healing!

It's the rage of the hormones...the rush of hot blood through constricted blood vessels...the drumming in your ears...the weakening in the knees. To faint or not to faint? Always look up when the possibilities are endless. Never walk around with a pen in your pocket...the ink might bleed through. If you want to write a note, use purple post it notes. You can't go wrong with them. After all, life is a highway, and you can ride it....all....night long.

Sexual Healing?

Maybe it's about time I made something of myself and contributed some relevance to this greedy and ravenous beast that is our society. There are billions of people in the world...all busy doing their thang. If I do something, do you think it will make a difference? Suddenly, discovering that I have a purpose in this big bad world seems like it might be something. But then again, it might not. Anywho.....someone once said,
 
"Baby....I'm hot just like an oven....I need your lovin. Baby....I can't hold it much longer....it's getting stronger and stronger"
 
What gives, right?
 
 

Goodnight Moon

Oh, one more thing. Goodnight Moon.

Music sounds better in the dark

So...it's 11:49 at night, and I'm at my computer. I'm listening to a host of dark and depressing music, so it's all good. Everything is well in the world - the planets are aligned properly....that anorexic line between love and hate has not been crossed over (well, at least not yet) and my teeth are brushed. What could be better than this? Oh yes, I forgot...eofjp axoirno;nd erij zpgljwo. So necessary...

To die or not to die?

So I'm me, right? I mean....I'm not Melissa, or Rachael, or even Getrude....I'm me, the living and in the flesh deadrocketcow. I woke up this morning, not because I wanted to face another day, but because, well because....I needed to go to the bathroom. So there. My secret is out. Does this make me less of a person? Does this mean that I will die in a horrible car accident tomorrow afternoon? I really don't know...sometimes it's hard to tell with things like that. Nevertheless, I will continue to pour salt around the outside of my room, and everyone knows you can never have too many horse shoes lying around your bathroom...

Testing, testing...

Grass. Pens with blue ink. Telephone cables. Elephants dancing silently. Look at her - she acts like she dumb. Yeah....it's the rise of Venus.