Desert Rose

Haunting...

Eternity is a Moment In Time

When the unbearable lightness of being calls out from the sepia tinted photographs I search for words unborrowed from another mind. Tell me about the lulling hum of raindrops falling on the gravel and leaves shivering in the mildewed breeze. Reverse those bifurcated hands of time to an age when dryads worked their magic for believing eyes or extend them to escape this warp where the eldritch is thrown to the wind.

Kidnapped within the cold structures of mortar and girder are vacant lives that sink in morasses and forget the art of talking in simple unaffected words. And I ask you 'pray for the wild at heart trapt in cages' and juggle more words out of the babel like a conjurer with a spent trick.

Watch me deal in erudition and ask me what I think about so and so...I am tired of the internalized jargon of phonies and a voice I remotely recognize as my own. The unbearable lightness of being alive and not marionettes.

A Rose on the Grave

I am catching lightning in a bottle and elemental chaos in my prayers. Life has stretched it's long fingers and dug them deep in your savage mind. When you were a lone midnight rider and the darkness slithered down like ink on your dreaming heart, I loved you like the fairy tales that a certain six year old read and believed in.

Memories of Us

21st June and it's World Music Day,Im told. With Jeff Buckley's cover of Hallelujah[ thanks to Homesick Alien] drowning the random chords I am playing and some old school of rock after this Keith Urban track...I am in a musical nirvana...

Shooting from the hip

This isn't about lives less ordinary which lived fast and died young. This is definitely not an eulogy since I don't know enough of Vicious's music to do so or otherwise. I don't own a Sex Pistol so don't ask me if I think he was a legendary punk rocker or just a pale no-hoper who couldn't play bass. And yes,before I forget...this isn't to romanticize Nancy. But have you wondered what it would be to see the sky through her eyes.

I didn't expect them to put this song...It's Cohen song and it's beautiful. Maybe thats why it's here in my blog...the song is pure magic.

Room 100..Chelsea Hotel...RIP Sid and Nancy.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow [Hey Oh]

Cold December mornings and waking up when the newspaper guy rang the bell. Black coffee and music playing in the apartment...talking about the time when I was living alone. More often than not,I would find myself on the couch and this RHCP track would be the first thing on Vh1...everytime. I don't know how but for weeks it was the first thing I heard.

SCAR TISSUE

RHCP...and the doctrine of abandonment.

Writings from the Automated hand

It's like light from a defracted dream vision falling on raindrops sliding down a window sill. Or fleecy clouds dissolving in a darkening horizon in the remains of the day. Or maybe a trembling silhouette against a wall when you have shut the door upon the world.

Maybe you and I didn't need coffee,clever verses on cityscrapes or rock to open the clogged doors to perception. We cluch at life but it slipped through our clenched fingers like sand. Didn't someone say that love can't heal what love has wreaked.

savvy

Captain Sparrow looks like Cher??!? These T2 reporters aarr preposterous.

Let Them Eat Cakes

A tip of the hat to those who can bake their cake and eat it too. I am not talking through my hat and by the beard of the prophet I swear it's no cakewalk to bake a cake. Following are the two epiphanies I suffered after that beefcake's birthday-

1. Vanilla essence is revoltingly obnoxious. Some cretin of subnormal intelligence wrote of a svelte female who used it as a perfume and the male moron couldnt figure out what it was and found her irresistibly enigmatic[sic]. well guess what? It isnt. It's a potent male repellent.

2. Never substitute butter for oil...unless of course you know the exact equation. Havn't you heard of the 21 year old girl who tried baking a cake in the thirteenth hour of 2nd June 2007? After being informed by a well wisher that olive oil wouldn't make the cakes sell like...um...hot cakes, she used butter...and landed up with bricks that she later used to scare crows away.