It has been a really long time since I last blogged....
So where should I start? I don't know really but I might as well just give it a go. It is not like I am about to die (sorry those believers in the 21st Dec nonsense) I have my whole life ahead of me...God willing.
On to the serious business...
At times I wonder who wrote the script of New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn 1. To all Twihards no disrespect but Kristen Stewart's mad acting skills (as displayed in Snow white and the Huntsman) have all been radically downplayed. I mean the lady can act if she is not so busy debating about Jake and Ed. If you have not seen Snow White and the Huntsman, I would advise you to go ahead and look at it. If not for its sheer brilliance, location, imagery and action, at least to see the famous 'Bella Swan' really act. For that reason alone I am quietly looking forward to the last installment of Twilight (Believe me after the disappointment of New Moon, I just wait for the DVD) where Bella Swan is all badass and no longer cowering behing sparkly Ed.
On second thought I have to say that The Hunger Games was something else. To me, it seems a better way to spend money in the cinema than the entire Twilight series. I know this is like eons late but I just had to say it. Watching the movie actually made me read the entire trilogy again. I mean Jennifer Lawrence was flawless in her portrayal of everyone's favorite teen rebel Katniss. Mr Hutcherson, did his best to bring out the unlucky Peeta to life.
Anyways, I must say goodnight and this is a really lousy post so if you wasted your time, i will not apologise. I know how stale, boring and crappy this is just by letting the words flow out of my head and if I know it so should you.
see you....
Tuesday 10 July 2012
Thursday 5 January 2012
The Hope
It has been long since I last stared into thee brilliant azure sky. The brilliant shades of its color balancing off and staring me down in the face. They give my lost and damaged soul hope. A hope, I have not felt in a long time. I am beginning to believe that this is my year. The year that will see me manage to stay true to myself. The year I will forget all illusions of trying to impress those that don't accept me for who I am. The year my dreams begin to unfold before my eyes.
I had long forgotten to appreciate all that I have with me. Some people are stuck in a world which is not theirs while I have the luck of following my dream and realizing it now more than ever. I am finally letting go of being what the world wants and evolving into the creature I want and wish to be.
I had long forgotten to appreciate all that I have with me. Some people are stuck in a world which is not theirs while I have the luck of following my dream and realizing it now more than ever. I am finally letting go of being what the world wants and evolving into the creature I want and wish to be.
Friday 30 December 2011
Tales of a Creative Mind: Continuation
Tales of a Creative Mind: Continuation: For the first time I will show the world the silly inner workings of a project in its youth. One day I shall finish it and it shall be an in...
Continuation
For the first time I will show the world the silly inner workings of a project in its youth. One day I shall finish it and it shall be an interesting read;
Man lives in virtue of himself, because the soul is a part of the man and life is contained in it.
What is the soul? No one has the answer to that question or maybe we all have it somewhere inside ourselves. The soul completes all of us. It makes us who we are meant to be and best of all it is our will and life. So what happens when we lose our souls? Trust me you would definitely not want to find this out. But it does all of humanity some good to know that there is a balance in our souls. Like the Chinese Yin and Yang, darkness in light and vice versa, that crap. It takes one small shove to force one’s soul into either the path of darkness or that of saints.
Before I forget, my name is Sam. Short for Samuel, Samuel Alexander and my life is a tragic tale of chaos, too tragic if you ask me. Why some of you might ask. Well the answer is quite simple. Age five, I saw grandma die, not your usual old person death in bed shit, but real live some kinda of other being or spirit hovering over her taking her life. Age fifteen, amazingly that is two years back; my family was taken by two more of these irritating spirits. And now I am stuck with my uncle, Derek Alexander. An obnoxious self centered filthy rich ass. No pun intended.
I am not some ungrateful teen that most people see in the Kristen Stewart or Robbie Pat movies. I am very grateful to the guy. He took me into his home, some three bed-roomed bachelor-pads of sorts. He bought me a cool black Ducati SP plus he leaves me the hell alone except for the times I get in trouble at school which is just great for me. I am in a shitload of trouble today.
“Are you listening to us, Mr. Alexander?” principal Hayward asked.
“Huh…”
“As you can see, Mr. Alexander,” was the old chap addressing me or my uncle? “He has a lack of concentration. In everything he does.”
“But his grades are good,” uncle Derek said. The principal was shocked by those words. I could see it in his face; rather I could see it like from inside him. Yeah, something I kinda missed saying before, I can kinda read people’s inner mind. You know someone’s thoughts; see what they are thinking like some plasma screen. It sucks big time and really gives me the creeps. It is like seeing every Tom, Dick, Harry, Mary, Jane and Alice’s inner most secrets.....
Wednesday 28 December 2011
The Wall
I keep taking one step. A step closer to the deepest and darkest corners of solitude in the mighty castle round the ice cape. How can I love when I am afraid to fall. That's what I got for letting myself believe the foolish illusions that idle minds built. Of late, my mind works like clockwork. It says do this, then thinks up a really good reason not to it and before I know it I am at a crossroads. This new year is bringing a lot of changes, many people will disagree, but many will agree. My life is going to take a drastic change, a calm and exerting change.
Gone will be the selfless desires, it will al be about reinventing myself, it will all be about what I can do to change for the better or worse. Who knows? Surrely not me. Life is not as we always plan, it makes drastic and angry changes once we start walking. There's a darkness that fills the very tips of my essence. It consumes me with hate and anger. At times I wonder why I don't break but it is down to one small fact. Hate can be tempered by reason, but sometimes it is better to let it out else be consumed. Ergo some people believe that they are better than the rest but that is false.
On all accounts, none can know the actual beauty of a flower unless they manage to peer through the darkness. You will not see the way the soft velvet petals run round the stigma. nly the sweet smell hall tell you of its potential but who knows some people love no flowers.
Returning to the darkness that builds up eachday inside of me. I don't know how to temper it anymore. The reason I once had to keep it locked up in the deep embers of my soul, is at its limit. I see no way forward for myself anymore in tempering the all consuming darkness. The scales are slowly being tipped. Slowly turning me into something I once fought to hold off. The anger that envelopes the peace makes me withdraw away from the world.
I withdraw to a hidden sanctuary in myself. Safe behind walls of stone and earth pieced together by the strongest of forces. The walls are so high that even the best cllimbers and scalers in the Milky Way would cower away in fear of falling to their death. This mighty wall keeps me safe from ever letting myself believe. It keeps the pain and hurt with me. It keeps me in perspective of what I should never do and what I should never have to endure again. The walls shall be my safety and I shall stay there for as long as it takes.
I have no desire to emerge nor let someone else in. It would only seem to work against me if ever I did. So I would rather stay ther, safe from the pointless illusion of idle and bored minds.....
TO BE CONTINUED
Gone will be the selfless desires, it will al be about reinventing myself, it will all be about what I can do to change for the better or worse. Who knows? Surrely not me. Life is not as we always plan, it makes drastic and angry changes once we start walking. There's a darkness that fills the very tips of my essence. It consumes me with hate and anger. At times I wonder why I don't break but it is down to one small fact. Hate can be tempered by reason, but sometimes it is better to let it out else be consumed. Ergo some people believe that they are better than the rest but that is false.
On all accounts, none can know the actual beauty of a flower unless they manage to peer through the darkness. You will not see the way the soft velvet petals run round the stigma. nly the sweet smell hall tell you of its potential but who knows some people love no flowers.
Returning to the darkness that builds up eachday inside of me. I don't know how to temper it anymore. The reason I once had to keep it locked up in the deep embers of my soul, is at its limit. I see no way forward for myself anymore in tempering the all consuming darkness. The scales are slowly being tipped. Slowly turning me into something I once fought to hold off. The anger that envelopes the peace makes me withdraw away from the world.
I withdraw to a hidden sanctuary in myself. Safe behind walls of stone and earth pieced together by the strongest of forces. The walls are so high that even the best cllimbers and scalers in the Milky Way would cower away in fear of falling to their death. This mighty wall keeps me safe from ever letting myself believe. It keeps the pain and hurt with me. It keeps me in perspective of what I should never do and what I should never have to endure again. The walls shall be my safety and I shall stay there for as long as it takes.
I have no desire to emerge nor let someone else in. It would only seem to work against me if ever I did. So I would rather stay ther, safe from the pointless illusion of idle and bored minds.....
TO BE CONTINUED
Tuesday 27 December 2011
Tales of a Creative Mind: The song of Winter
Tales of a Creative Mind: The song of Winter: Winter calls to me, and I mean to answer. Its cold embrace beckons me, into her tight grip that is full of hate. Winter calls to me, a...
The song of Winter
Winter calls to me,
and I mean to answer.
Its cold embrace beckons me,
into her tight grip that is full of hate.
Winter calls to me,
and my knee bends to her cold heartless voice.
Her hardened hands offer me the sword,
the blade of sorrow and pain.
Winter calls to me,
and my heart gives out.
All warmth and love withdraw,
to the unseen castle of winter's vengeance.
For winter calls to me,
and my knee bends,
my heart gives out,
and worst of all,
I mean to answeer her call.
In simple words that is what happens when one soul gives up all that it once deemed as good in the world. The hope and love that once filled it disappear into the nothingness that is the world. Never will it have hope, only the damage, pain and anger will remain and when the iron lady that is winter comes, the soul shall not deny her.
and I mean to answer.
Its cold embrace beckons me,
into her tight grip that is full of hate.
Winter calls to me,
and my knee bends to her cold heartless voice.
Her hardened hands offer me the sword,
the blade of sorrow and pain.
Winter calls to me,
and my heart gives out.
All warmth and love withdraw,
to the unseen castle of winter's vengeance.
For winter calls to me,
and my knee bends,
my heart gives out,
and worst of all,
I mean to answeer her call.
In simple words that is what happens when one soul gives up all that it once deemed as good in the world. The hope and love that once filled it disappear into the nothingness that is the world. Never will it have hope, only the damage, pain and anger will remain and when the iron lady that is winter comes, the soul shall not deny her.
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