Monday, January 26, 2009
it's not right
i hate this deafening silence between us
a formidable barricade you have cast
the moments of quiet and no response
really lets me feel so insecure
keep me away
block me away
pretend i aint here
and you've got nothing to fear
another journey soon begins
but where it ends
the path is dim
through twists and bends
a glimpse is seen
of where it leads
but only with eyes so keen
and a willing heart that heeds
only in faith can one proceed
through the distant haze
with none to lead
the way through the tangled maze
many have travelled this path before
while others stood in time
frozen before the door
never to answer the chime
the distant ringing
drawing the lonely traveller near
with hypnotising singing
calming all fears
a leap of faith is all it takes
to experience it all
one move to make
and forever avoid the fall
but all too many souls
can't make the stand
to fill the empty hole
and never quite understand
the strength to grow
is deep inside
but once its found, all will know
for it, you can never hide
thus, when will i really know
will it be just an empty hole
a void i've created on my own accord
how do we tell who's at fault
perhaps i should end this futile dream
a dream that was not mine to keep
i am broken or so it seems
help me get back on my feet
astrocow
23:52
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
addiction: neverland
delve into a world no one has found
buried deeper than time or ground
vast yet empty in the eyes of society
darker than the blurred edges of reality
lay back and take me away with you
don't be afraid to step on through
close your eyes and see with your heart
things that influence beauty and inspire art
break the chains of routine
separate the man from the machine
embrace the nature of things that co-exist
to breathe in the exhilaration and bliss
opened to an exquisite new feeling
at once with the rhythm of everything
so pure it passes through the soul
tearing an ever-growing hole
losing track of time in this place
struggling to stay and savour this embrace
like hugging a close but seldom-seen friend
begging with tears for them not to leave again
all things end, eventually it'll be gone
leaving a need for more to dwell upon
suddenly the world loses its colour
cant seem to get along with one another
searching to find what no one has found
digger deeper than six feet underground
to a circle of hell that's always been there
to feed you the illusion that someone really cares
sanguinary
just like bloody mary
ethereality
its my world or is reality
you're just like my sweet addiction
not just a feeling but a sensation
one so strong i could never get enough
will it happen or be reduced to fluff
astrocow
22:40
pieces
check this video out, click here.
nice videography, smexy guy and hot girl lol. and the rainbow at the end is simply the best.
astrocow
19:40
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
conversation - a lost art
walk into any public place and find that conversation is becoming a lost art. examples exist everywhere that people aren't talking anymore, why? it might be that they can't hear the conversation because of the loud music playing or the televisions on the walls.
i can't come up with even a short list of places where we go to eat that doesnt have a television on with a choice of sporting events, news reports or whatever the management has decided would be good entertainment for the day. i think that we arent being allowed to sit and converse without competing with the media.
you can't make a phone call without listening to voice prompts or those kinda musci asking you to hold on. sms has taken over phone systems, email has taken away the art of making direct contact with a person.
can we not just communicate face to face, voice to voice without interruption from media sources or so-called entertainment?
there is a time and place for entertainment but first of all we must be able to communicate with each other. we arent having conversations anymore.
it's obvious that this is becoming a lost art. look at all the statistics bout family problems and you'll find that more often than not, the source was a lack of communication.
children in classrooms no longer know how to talk to their peers and work their differences out. instead we see more violence among this group. teachers don't know how to encourage communication without visual aids, or a computer. this should really be taught through conversation.
in business boardroom meetings, everybody just watches powerpoint presentations. thoughts can't be verbalised. they have to be media driven to audiences.
technology isnt evil, that's not what i'm trying to say here. it's that we are so busy with it and its heavy influence that we've stopped talking. no once has time to stop, take a call and chat. parents don't spend time talking to their children face to face about life, either that or they don't have the time to do so.
when families are home together, the buzz of noise never ceases. we no longer sit down at the table to hear about what's happening in each one's day. how many of us are guilty of having their eyes glued to the television, their music playing, their minds engrossed in the games they play and the constant interruption of phones ringing. if you have ever come across somebody who uses bluetooth you would know that you can't tell if the person is speaking to you or to the one on the other line. all of a sudden the conversation changes direction, how confusing is that?
i think i've been influenced too, i may be better off by actually TELLING this to someone else. but i've chosen to type it out here instead.
conversation. a lost art. an art i never had to begin with.
astrocow
19:32
Friday, January 09, 2009
rust in this world
my faith in man
has fallen as far as it can
everyone's caught up in getting ahead
saying whatever needs to be said
empty promises never intended
to be defended
stepping on toes
is all anyone knows
everyone is their own "priority one"
just like how the world revolves the sun
the only thing to contemplate
is how to better manipulate
leaving friends in the dust
bent on only lust
how did this world get so corrupt
its a wonder it's yet to erupt
so short the time
between them crimes
children forced to grow old
before a bedtime story's told
millions poor
even more wounded and sore
starving to be fed
what's going to matter when we're all dead
my hopes for good in this world have all but depleted
i'm tempted to give up, utterly defeated
put forth an effort we all must
before this world quickly turns to rust
astrocow
23:26