Julya Oui's Blog, page 23
November 8, 2011
Farid & the Supernatural Sleuths in the making
Illustrated cover by Edwin Kho. A planned children's novels series.
Dreams: Doors & Levels
I was invited to a house with many doors and levels. Some doors were slightly ajar but some were locked. There were shows, performances, artist's gallery, studios, kitchens and cafeterias. People were moving everywhere in haste. I took a walk to see my ex students staging a play and got lost in the maze of corridors. And I couldn't find my way back. I tried every door I could see but it was always the wrong one until I saw this man who came out of a very inconspicuous door which lead me back to where I was going. He told me to lock it well because it was a secret door that none should use as a shortcut.
What's Your Purpose?
Why was I born with a crooked spine?
I ask myself sometimes.
It makes it hard for me to sit upright,
It makes it hard for me to stand for long.
At night when I sleep, I toss and turn
to find the right spot to catch a cradle song.
I wake up with a variety of headaches
That range from subtle throbs to loquacious poundings,
My bowels are always a constant battle,
Cos' moving it always need a little coaxing.
I've always believed in purposes in our lives,
Be it a simple gesture of love or compassion.
While we carry baggage of all shapes and sizes,
The end comes sooner than we'd like to imagine.
Despite pain or agony some people strive for gold,
Making life easier for you and me and all the rest.
But sometimes, comes someone, who makes it old,
As though life is nothing but a series of mandatory tests.
What's your purpose, where do you go?
Do you have a home, how far do you roam?
What's your purpose, what do you do?
Do you strip someone naked to see his hue?
What's your purpose, do you want to be a superstar?
Do you spread joy or do you leave behind scars?
What's your purpose, are you timid or are you bold?
Would it make any difference if you were born without a soul?
I ask myself sometimes.
It makes it hard for me to sit upright,
It makes it hard for me to stand for long.
At night when I sleep, I toss and turn
to find the right spot to catch a cradle song.
I wake up with a variety of headaches
That range from subtle throbs to loquacious poundings,
My bowels are always a constant battle,
Cos' moving it always need a little coaxing.
I've always believed in purposes in our lives,
Be it a simple gesture of love or compassion.
While we carry baggage of all shapes and sizes,
The end comes sooner than we'd like to imagine.
Despite pain or agony some people strive for gold,
Making life easier for you and me and all the rest.
But sometimes, comes someone, who makes it old,
As though life is nothing but a series of mandatory tests.
What's your purpose, where do you go?
Do you have a home, how far do you roam?
What's your purpose, what do you do?
Do you strip someone naked to see his hue?
What's your purpose, do you want to be a superstar?
Do you spread joy or do you leave behind scars?
What's your purpose, are you timid or are you bold?
Would it make any difference if you were born without a soul?
November 7, 2011
November 5, 2011
Today we Begin
Some days you see the light coming through your window,
Some days you see darkness that leaves you with all its horror.
Sometimes you just want to stay in bed and fornicate with sorrow,
But some days you want to wake up to a new day and live forever.
These are the days
These are the times
You decide to make
You decide to break
News of dying and news of death
News of the wealthy and news of health
Songs of sadness and songs of love
Can you sing when your heart's about to burst?
Some nights are made of dreams and creations,
Some nights are nightmarish and filled with indignation.
Some of us are full of fire and generous with our desires,
Some of us all watered down and quickly to fold and retire.
These are the days gone bad.
These are the times gone sour.
Your option is to be happy or to be sad,
You can count them in minutes or by the hour.
News of madness, news of insanity,
News of progress, news of calamity.
Mother Nature is simple and all that she is,
But human nature is marked with some kind of disease.
Some days I'm a grouch with the world on my shoulders,
Some days I'm an angel of hope to all the lovers,
Some days we begin to love and understand,
Today we can start by listening and just be a friend.
Some days you see darkness that leaves you with all its horror.
Sometimes you just want to stay in bed and fornicate with sorrow,
But some days you want to wake up to a new day and live forever.
These are the days
These are the times
You decide to make
You decide to break
News of dying and news of death
News of the wealthy and news of health
Songs of sadness and songs of love
Can you sing when your heart's about to burst?
Some nights are made of dreams and creations,
Some nights are nightmarish and filled with indignation.
Some of us are full of fire and generous with our desires,
Some of us all watered down and quickly to fold and retire.
These are the days gone bad.
These are the times gone sour.
Your option is to be happy or to be sad,
You can count them in minutes or by the hour.
News of madness, news of insanity,
News of progress, news of calamity.
Mother Nature is simple and all that she is,
But human nature is marked with some kind of disease.
Some days I'm a grouch with the world on my shoulders,
Some days I'm an angel of hope to all the lovers,
Some days we begin to love and understand,
Today we can start by listening and just be a friend.
October 31, 2011
What I Learned Today: People do change
I read in the news article about a reformed skinhead and found the story amazing and inspiring.
http://news.yahoo.com/reformed-skinhe...
http://news.yahoo.com/reformed-skinhe...
October 29, 2011
Today there may be something,May be nothing.It's the begi...
Today there may be something,
May be nothing.
It's the beginning,
it's the end,
It's somewhere between
an insight or a sacm,
a hype or a plan.
What do I know?
What do you know?
I'm a dashboard blogger,
You're a roadblock warrior
and we both make a team
Of human hoggers.
Now that I am,
Now that you are.
How much is enough for you?
How little do you share?
Everything is just pure madness
When your life is incomplete.
Still, a smile is a smile & a kiss is a kiss,
Oh, isn't that so magnificently sweet?
May be nothing.
It's the beginning,
it's the end,
It's somewhere between
an insight or a sacm,
a hype or a plan.
What do I know?
What do you know?
I'm a dashboard blogger,
You're a roadblock warrior
and we both make a team
Of human hoggers.
Now that I am,
Now that you are.
How much is enough for you?
How little do you share?
Everything is just pure madness
When your life is incomplete.
Still, a smile is a smile & a kiss is a kiss,
Oh, isn't that so magnificently sweet?
October 25, 2011
What I Learned Today: 28th Oct 2011
This is the end of the creation cycle and not 21st Dec 2012 like how we were lead to believe. This Friday is when we reach Zero Point. So what does this mean?
Comet Elenin?
Financial crash?
Frequency increase?
Countries going bankrupt?
More natural disasters?
Personal changes, heightened consciousness, higher level of frequency vibration, more compassion?
The arrival of the flying spaghetti monster? (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_S...)
You decided. Isn't it time to love that someone you have been neglecting?
Comet Elenin?
Financial crash?
Frequency increase?
Countries going bankrupt?
More natural disasters?
Personal changes, heightened consciousness, higher level of frequency vibration, more compassion?
The arrival of the flying spaghetti monster? (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_S...)
You decided. Isn't it time to love that someone you have been neglecting?
October 21, 2011
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