Wednesday, November 3, 2010
As the Years Go By.........
Isnt it strange how our perspective of the world changes as we grow up. Someone once truly said, a little knowledge is dangerous, a lot could kill you. Take for example my walk down the beach today. I saw a mans shoe float in with the tide. Up until the age of 12 i would have laughed and thought of the poor guy who's walking around with one shoe on. Now i wonder how horrible that mans death must have been for his shoe to end up in the sea!!! Ignorance truly is Bliss!!!
Gia
EditarGiapor Mitalee P a Terça-feira, 20 de Outubro de 2009 às 4:01
Gia’s Special Child
Nature’s little Sparrow sitting somewhere on your tree
You don’t know how much you remind me of me,
So small and insignificant
In your morning song I let my daily paranoia vent
You float through the sky like a cloud on a breeze,
Flying happily towards the sun, its power with your tiny wings your tease
Gia’s special child you roam the world so wild and free
You see the world, returning at nightfall to your sheltering tree
How delicious would be, roaming the world like you
Inspiring me, the rover’s life to pursue
To break the bonds and ties that weigh me down
All this and more I see in your little silhouette of black and brown
Summer sunshine, winter cold or monsoon rain
Free are you from human strife and worldly pain
Hearing you in the early morn brings a smile to me
Help me break my bonds, help me let loose and fly free.
Gia’s Special Child
Nature’s little Sparrow sitting somewhere on your tree
You don’t know how much you remind me of me,
So small and insignificant
In your morning song I let my daily paranoia vent
You float through the sky like a cloud on a breeze,
Flying happily towards the sun, its power with your tiny wings your tease
Gia’s special child you roam the world so wild and free
You see the world, returning at nightfall to your sheltering tree
How delicious would be, roaming the world like you
Inspiring me, the rover’s life to pursue
To break the bonds and ties that weigh me down
All this and more I see in your little silhouette of black and brown
Summer sunshine, winter cold or monsoon rain
Free are you from human strife and worldly pain
Hearing you in the early morn brings a smile to me
Help me break my bonds, help me let loose and fly free.
MAGIC!!
Ever touched a flower and felt the velvet magic against your skin ? Ever heard a bird chirping in the distance and wonder what you could have done to deserve a piece of its happiness ? I have. And I've learnt something from it. Nothing can beat experience when it comes to getting to know the world around you. For years Ive tried to capture this magic in pictures, photographs, art, between the pages of a book , but I've failed miserably. No matter how powerful or high tech a camera or how great an artistic talent you may have, the magic of nature will always remain just that, MAGIC. This world was made for us to experience, not to browse a pixelated view of. Paint and pastels have their own magic to give but can never replace the sound of the wind rustling throught the trees or the splash of a wave at your feet.The coolness of the moonlight against your skin as you sit outside waiting for what life will bring your way next cannot be measured , studied and recorded on astronomical graphs .
Most of us consider ourselves to be fortunate enough to be in command of all our 5 (for some 6) senses but to encounter the world through the life of someone "less fortunate" would be an entrirely different kind of Magic. Something unknown floating down on a breeze and caressing ur face as it floats along lifes path, without you even knowing what it is , is still magic i believe. To hear a thunder cloud rolling in on the day and proclaiming its might is better appreciated maybe , if we cant see it.
Even mans own marvels of architecture,art and science cannot be encapsulated in a diagram, photograph or painting. To touch the frame of a Baroque window , basking in the sunlit afternoon, to run your hand along the smooth steel of a modern structural frame, would just taking a snapshot be doing justice to the effort, love and soul that went into its creation?
So put your cameras away once in a while and experience reality. Turn off the TV, your not going to experience the world through a sheet of glass and a mass of plasma. People say theres no such thing as magic, I say thats because you havent walked out into the world to feel its enormous power.
(the danube floweth gently past mine feet as I turn my feelings into these powerless words)
Most of us consider ourselves to be fortunate enough to be in command of all our 5 (for some 6) senses but to encounter the world through the life of someone "less fortunate" would be an entrirely different kind of Magic. Something unknown floating down on a breeze and caressing ur face as it floats along lifes path, without you even knowing what it is , is still magic i believe. To hear a thunder cloud rolling in on the day and proclaiming its might is better appreciated maybe , if we cant see it.
Even mans own marvels of architecture,art and science cannot be encapsulated in a diagram, photograph or painting. To touch the frame of a Baroque window , basking in the sunlit afternoon, to run your hand along the smooth steel of a modern structural frame, would just taking a snapshot be doing justice to the effort, love and soul that went into its creation?
So put your cameras away once in a while and experience reality. Turn off the TV, your not going to experience the world through a sheet of glass and a mass of plasma. People say theres no such thing as magic, I say thats because you havent walked out into the world to feel its enormous power.
(the danube floweth gently past mine feet as I turn my feelings into these powerless words)
Relationships from the outside looking in.
'We're going out ' (she smiles a huge grin)
' We had our first kiss' (she blushes uncontrollably)
' we had our first fight' ( dead look in his eyes)
'wat was it about?' ' not calling her last night' 'so' ' she thinks Im ignoring her' 'when was the last time you called her ?' ' yesterday at 8:25' ' so you called her right ?' ' yeh but i didnt call to say good night'
'ok! (damn wat a loser)'
What is it that makes something that was created as a positive psychological tool, into someting that eventually becomes a form of mental or psychological torture. When the concept of a relationship was created, I do believe it was created as a supportive mechanism for the participants to grow as individuals with the reinforcement they get from their partners. So why is it that it has mutated into something that drains you both mentally and emotionally? Do you have to speak with each other every hour on the hour to reassure yourself that the other person still exists ? doesnt that make you a dependant rather than an individual ? Is that what you wwant to be ? A parasite who cannot survive without the host? I would rather think you would want to be a symbiotic organism who gives and takes in equal measure. Where neither is drained with the mind games but rather flourshes in their individuality with support from your partner. But then again what do I know ;)
' We had our first kiss' (she blushes uncontrollably)
' we had our first fight' ( dead look in his eyes)
'wat was it about?' ' not calling her last night' 'so' ' she thinks Im ignoring her' 'when was the last time you called her ?' ' yesterday at 8:25' ' so you called her right ?' ' yeh but i didnt call to say good night'
'ok! (damn wat a loser)'
What is it that makes something that was created as a positive psychological tool, into someting that eventually becomes a form of mental or psychological torture. When the concept of a relationship was created, I do believe it was created as a supportive mechanism for the participants to grow as individuals with the reinforcement they get from their partners. So why is it that it has mutated into something that drains you both mentally and emotionally? Do you have to speak with each other every hour on the hour to reassure yourself that the other person still exists ? doesnt that make you a dependant rather than an individual ? Is that what you wwant to be ? A parasite who cannot survive without the host? I would rather think you would want to be a symbiotic organism who gives and takes in equal measure. Where neither is drained with the mind games but rather flourshes in their individuality with support from your partner. But then again what do I know ;)
Hurt
Sleep is my only sanctuary
Sleep is the only time
I can feel you here with me
Sleep is the only time
We can be what we were meant to be
Sleep is the only time
I can feel your skin on mine
Every night I break
Like a house of cards in the wind
Every night my strength loses
and every night your memories win
Every morning I pick up those cards
and start all over again..............
Sleep is the only time
I can feel you here with me
Sleep is the only time
We can be what we were meant to be
Sleep is the only time
I can feel your skin on mine
Every night I break
Like a house of cards in the wind
Every night my strength loses
and every night your memories win
Every morning I pick up those cards
and start all over again..............
Friend
When I met you for the first time
I wondered what our relation would be
several smiles and greetings later
I hoped you'd find a friend in me
Many roads we've travelled together
many things we have done and seen
being just acquaintences was left behind
as something that might have been
so soon did we split
my remains that with the distance
our friendship will not take a hit
I wondered what our relation would be
several smiles and greetings later
I hoped you'd find a friend in me
Many roads we've travelled together
many things we have done and seen
being just acquaintences was left behind
as something that might have been
so soon did we split
my remains that with the distance
our friendship will not take a hit
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