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Vampire | by Blood Lover 03

Vampire | by Blood Lover 03

You spend you life on a manic search for something to desperately make sense of your life and you tend to occasionally look back and wonder if it was even worth it.

Your fruitless searches beat you down, your shoulders browned by the garish heat of an angry sun that won’t let you dance in the moonlight.

Life was never meant for creatures of the night. Creatures that lurk in the darkness, waiting to pounce on happiness. To grab it. Possess it. For surely that must be the only way to have it. An elusive something that shies away from your blood lust.

And then when you’re not searching and stop for a little respite, life starts to happen to you. It’s when you stop hoping, stop wondering when meaning will dawn that it comes and grabs you by pure accident.

The possessor becomes the possessed. You find yourself in a carnal, primal dance to the rhythm of some ancient drum that seems to have found a home in your heartbeat.

You wake up and finally you can walk out into the light again. And all you feel is the soft warmth of the sun, the mellow tickles of the breeze.

You finally hear every little sound that comes together like a perfectly synced orchestra and you wonder why you didn’t hear them all this time.

The taste of blood no longer lingers in your mouth. The hunt is over. The hunted is now the hunter and you have let go and given in.

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So apparently this was a movie that I should have seen years ago, but it took me until last year when Jade thrust it apon me insisting that I watch it or else I couldn’t call myself a fan of Heath Ledger if not. True that. Loved the boy’s take on his role, even in a chick flick.

I hate u | by Purple Rain is Taken

I hate u | by Purple Rain is Taken

I was looking for reasons to be pissed with someone today and all that came to mind was the soppy poem at the end of this movie that made feel quite the opposite of how I need to. Sigh. In case you haven’t watched it, have a read…

Ten_Things_I_Hate_About_You_by_Gyllene

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme

I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry

I hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

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Drum Beat - Heart Beat by Telophase

Drum Beat - Heart Beat by Telophase

A was talking to a friend of mine last night about the many things that are going on in my head and as quiet as she remained at the time, I woke up to her sending me this amazing piece of writing that echoes exactly what I’m going through. It’s a toughie, this one, and it helps sometimes to know that a someone else has felt the same way. I’ve been going through the stuff she’s written, and I find her to be a very sensitive writer. Kinda like our Gyppo, who knows exactly how to hit a raw nerve. Super stuff.

On another note, I can never acknowledge who this is for, but I know that they will read it at some point. And for me, that’s enough I guess.

This heart beats to the rhythm of your beat
Then crashes with a roar
Now your drums, they play off beat
And I just can’t take the hint
I think….maybe…not so
Oh what does this leaping heart know?
Won’t beat in time when you play so slow
Where did your spirit go?
Can’t hear your beat, once my retreat,
You want to play so slow
The notes you hit are low
Like the emptiness below
Like your drum with hollow notes
Never cared for words or votes
So in silence we will go
Yes you’ve mastered all alone
Those sounds of silence that echo…

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Before the Storm by Stridsberg

Before the Storm by Stridsberg

Something made me remember promises I made to myself a long, long time ago (maybe even in a galaxy far, far away) and it reawakened my belief in the possibility of love. You know, the kind that lasts. I’m, at this point where I am coming to terms with the fact that there may not be a happily ever after for some of us. Sometimes the most deserving of love are the ones who are ultimately deprived.

And then I read something that really shook me. A quote from Dante. I may or may not find the perfection in the words I am to share with you, but by some slim chance that I do… these are the words I would want to hear and say. Because if the possibility does exist, it will be nothing short of this…

Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always

A promise, like a reward for persisting through life for so long alone

A belief in each other in the possibility of love

A decision to ignore or simply rise above the pain of the past

A covenant which at once bonds two souls and yet servers prior ties

A celebration in the chance taken in the challenge that lies ahead

For two will always be stronger than one

Like a team, braced against the tempests of the world

And love will always be the guiding force in our lives

For tonight is a mere formality

Only an announcement to the world of feelings long held

Of promises made so long ago in the spaces of our hearts

How does that happen? Being able to take a chance with love when life has given you every reason not to. It’s a biggie for me, that one. But the words to make a world of difference to my perspective on possibilities. Hope it does with yours too.

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in May

Crimson Winds by Pestilence

Crimson Winds by Pestilence

I shall love you in December with the love I gave in May
– James Alexander Joyce

May I make a wish? May I make many? Simply because it’s May…

May your find the resolution to all your fruitless searches

May the May winds blow through every lock of your hair as you stand up to the great ocean and tell her you’ve been cheated

May you laugh in the face of your pain tonight

May you find strength that you would never find if you were standing alone and may you battle the world together

May you smile for longer than just a moment this time around

May the rains that come begin to wash away the hopelessness in your soul as you awaken to a Gypsy promise come true

May you dance carelessly through the darkest of nights

May the sensual touches of a lover be such a constant that you know of nothing of what it is like to be without any longer

May you sleep cocooned and spooned in love

May you feel every colour of the sunset and be bathed in its potent glow for all the days of your life

May your fire never cool in the presence of contentment

May every grain of sand beneath your feet, encase you and grip you so that you stop & stare at what you have, learning to be still

May the promises made to you never be broken

May it last at last

And may it all happen in May

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Pierce

Pierce

You have possessed me with silver the edges of your dark heart

Come, let us steal away likes thieves in the night
To play along the fringes of the moon’s waning light

Cradle my desire in your soul & lull me to sleep
And wake up every dormant corner of me
Take it by force, don’t give it back
It’s yours to keep, yours to take

Break the chains
Take the reins
I’m yours

Come, let’s pin down a wave while the world’s asleep
While they toss & turn, we’ll live out their restless dreams

Take me and toss me against the wind like a rag doll
And then pull me all the way back into you again
We make up the rules, we tear them down
You’re mine to take, not mine to keep

Break the chains
I’ll take the reins
You’re mine

For now.

(Unawatuna, 30th April 2009)

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This is not about the Brian McKinight / Vanessa Williams song that came out when I was running around in that ridiculous box-pleated contraption called a school uniform. Nor is it about the current blog drama going on. As pissed off as I am about it, I think it’s time to get back to the normal scheme of things.

I wrote this a while ago and while doing a clean-up of my hard drive I discovered it and wondered why I never posted it before. My sentiments on the topic are a tad different now, but I still believe in the essence of it. Have a read…

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds

– Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare 

I could finish the whole sonnet, but I think its beginning encapsulates my thoughts. It does in its entirety as well, but maybe this post should be about me putting in my own words. 

I’ve heard that love ends. But if it was love to begin with, is that possible? Isn’t love supposed to be something that lasts a lifetime? Isn’t the whole term “love ends” an oxymoron? Love in infinite. Endings are just endings. Journeys end in lovers meeting et al. 

But people tell me that they’ve stopped loving someone. That they fell out of love. Could it possibly be that it wasn’t love at all to begin with then? Ofcourse that in itself sounds ridiculous too. Have we all ever truly been in love with just one person our entire lives? Or have we mistaken other lesser things for love? When someone breaks your heart, does it mean that you stop loving them or do you hurt so much because of the very fact that you love them still? The fact that you don’t have it in your power to stop loving that person. Isn’t that what kills you? 

You don’t look at someone one day and say “I’m going to fall in love with this person”. It just happens. It’s absolutely out of your control. All you can control is what you do, or don’t do about that wonderfully excruciating feeling that creeps up on you secretly and lets you know way too late to push it away. So if we have no control over the beginnings of love, how can we control the end of it, when it’s clearly stated in every holy book, every piece of poetry on the topic, almost every song that it cannot ever end. 

I said almost every song, because there is one that’s caught my fancy a few years ago by The Darkness called “Love is Only a Feeling”. It’s nice to comfort yourself with when something ends or doesn’t even begin. But I wonder to what degree it’s true. Because if love is ONLY a feeling, then by Shakespeare’s claim, no man ever loved, nor did he ever write anything. That seems a classic opener to go into the scholarly debate about Bill Shakes’ identity here, especially because of that claim, but it’s not the topic at hand, so let’s move on. 

Does love end? Can it? Of it does then is it a lesser version of love? Was it love at all? Or do we grow up to the new age concept of love that allows you to love one completely and then move on to love someone else the same way? Marriages made in heaven have ended in hell and the couples have moved on to love and even marry again. They were in love before. They are in love again. Or they have always been on a euphoric high mixed with tolerance of eachother for a certain period of time before the tolerance ran out? How un-romantic, but how very real. 

Do I have to be resigned to this school of thought or can I please continue to believe that love is much, much more than just a feeling?

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