home

i'm temporarily leaving this place,
to find time to find space,
within myself in which i can exist as a docile spirit.
where i am who i am when nobody is looking
and where i am who i am meant to be.
i need to understand this world outside of my usual dwelling,
for comfort is the lazy man's internal maze of confusion.
i want to be somewhere else, i want to be where you are.
i'm coming home.

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for every beginning there is always an end, so savour the moment.

time flies...

believe

sometimes we don't realise that the process of attaining everything we desire is a lot more tricky than it all seems. it is easy to dream big and be caught in a fantasy land where reality rarely dwells. somewhere we have to accept that not everything can exist in this plane in which we exist. so we might as well live for the moment, dream as high as the skies and work twice as hard to get as much as we can. this place is full of all that we could ever need, it just requires hard work and perseverance in order to achieve our goals. believe in yourself for your time is now. life is a beautiful struggle.

a word with 'you'

trip over my fingers and the words do the talking,
speak of twisted truths and straight lies.
sentences are mere specks of soul clasped emotion,
where the heart meets the substance,
where the substance meets meaning
and where meaning meets the passion of the mind.
for words are the eyes of the soul
and the eyes are the window to the heart.
look deep, for words are skin deep.
just like beauty, words are meaningless,
meaningless without the appropriate mechanism to make them meaningful.
words, like the words which we are labelled from birth or the words we speak to express every moment of ecstasy we have ever encountered.
for 'i love you' and 'i hate you' mean nothing unless given their power to feed the soul, power to make the heart yearn, power to disturb the mind.
words mean nothing, words are all we have.
these words i write aren't mine, they are just everything you have ever unconsciously thought, uncovered and rearranged.
you are a word.
you are 'you'

ah.

inhale this wonderful life just like a breath of fresh air.

leader

i never want to walk in anyone's shadow, for shadows are the darkness of what has been. embrace the light ahead.

huxley is amazing

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.
Aldous Huxley

never back down.

life always provides second chances, but after that all mistakes are your own responsibility. you can't blame your own foolishness on anyone but yourself, you are the creator of your own path. the road unfollowed changes with every choice you make in life, whether it be good or bad. somewhere along that road there will be mountains of failure just waiting to conquer everything you have fought for. do not let these trap you and set you back, isolate the problems and show them your strength. one day you are going to realise how hard you have worked to get where you are and you are going to be proud of the potency of your desires. never fear the harshiness of reality, for it is only a space of learning. every mistake we make is a building block in the physical of who we are. as you begin to prosper, your soul and heart shall amalgamate creating a furnace of passion, an indestructive force which fills that half empty glass you once saw in life. find your true power and you shall be everything you ever wanted to be. never back down.

wrong

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD!?
how can you make the same mistake twice?
how can you be so blind and ignorant?
how can you live by society's rule?
how can you be so selfish?
how can you......

i just dont understand, is it me? maybe it is. either way, something is wrong here.

precious

Some folks has a lot of things around them that shines for other peoples. I think that maybe some of them was in tunnels.
And in that tunnel, the only light they had, was inside of them. And then long after they escape that tunnel, they still be shining for everybody else.

-Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire

lost

lost for words,
but never lost for emotion.

send and recieve

we got a fax machine and now all i want to do is send smiley faces to people. my papa stopped me in my tracks with monetary and environmental concerns; i have no logical thought! so i decided to send everyone a picture of me smiling at them via telepathy. well, it's not really going that well for me, no one is replying to my messages! i've resulted to watching my dad's favourite mint ice cream melt as i attempt to tune into the outbox of my cerebral cortex searching for that unopened piece of mail addressed to one: candizzle.

sh

sometimes silence is the loudest kind of noise.

HELL

too funny

http://thingsthatblackpeoplelike.wordpress.com/

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this is the recipe of life. 1 part heart and 2 parts soul, internal combustion of the substances of being. crafted and sliced for your sensory enjoyment, eat from the bowl of you, indulge in the beauty of life.

chatter

those who gossip with you, will gossip about you - rev run

NIKE

Sooner or later, you start taking yourself seriously. You know when you need a break. You know when you need a rest. You know what to get worked up about and what to get rid of. And you know when it's time to take care of yourself, for yourself. To do something that makes you stronger, faster, more complete. Because you know it's never too late to have a life. And never too late to change one.

right? na wrong.

nothing is ever right, until it's wrong. even when you may think the right is wrong, the wrong will always be right. free your mind

cx

im just 'x' in the equation of life, never known, never questioned, never bound.
im just 'candizzle' in the equation of life.

future

life for candizzle = creative endeavours

good to know

who are you?

you should never judge a person on how well they do on their best days,
judgement on the basis of conquering the worst days....
now that's truth.

:D

see no limits
know no boundaries
show no fear
live the dream

LIFE!

-_-

think everything
say nothing
live safe

BORING!

do it.

it's like you're trapped, captured by your own desire to maintain peace in the world. you can't always be the martyr, you can't just sit back and watch yourself sacrifice who you are for the joy of humanity. you have to fight in order to fly, step up and make this world yours. we're waiting..

pe-el-ee-ay-es-yu-ar-ee

pleasure - pure ecstasy dripping from the nozzle of paradise.

pe-ay-i-en

pain - posionous daggers penetrating the barriers of life and invading the stream of the soul.

el-oh-ve-ee

love - docility at the hands of an intoxicating soul.

ha-ay-ta-ee

hate - envious truths of blinded individuals.

liar.

i would rather be broke doing something i love,
than be rich doing something i hate.

where does your heart lie?

lalala.

i live my life by beats and pulses, by the magnitude of the spectrum of light and sound as it refracts from wave to length. cautiously tip toeing down the valley of the drum nestled within the ear as it grasps the soft melodic echoes of nature. the chords of passion which reverberate from the strings of the harp strum the ropes of my heart. i live by music, for music is the voice of the soul.

candizzle

true, i talk of dreams,
which are the children of an idle brain,
begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
.Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 4

the world is ours/theirs/yours.

let the haters hate, everyone has a duty in life and if they want to assume that loathsome concern, then it's all theres. i don't have the time of day to decay all my energy on expelling negative vibes. why would you want to divert so many precious moments worrying and envying what other people have, when you have so much to embrace and look forward to in your life? everyone has different responsibilites in life, constantly wishing we had it some other way is completely ignoring life's journey. jealously is a bad habit designed by a mind which lacks in appreciation for the true beauty of life. look inside your mind, dive into the puddle of your soul, strum the strings of your heart, find your glory. we are all meant to be here for a reason: to help each other, to learn from each other and to live peacefully. be grateful, life should be a gift to you and you are most certainly a gift to life.

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i don't live my life methodically
i dwell in the future
live up the past
and make tracks in the present
i'm totally insane
you love me for it

new moon

these violent delights, have violent ends
and in their truimph die, like fire and powder
which as they kiss..consume.

Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI

s.walker

stan walker has an amazing voice, he is an incrediably gifted artist.
i'm so glad that australian idol has given him the platform to share his talent.
everyone should check him out

old skool

i like it authentic

mind/matter

mind over matter
before all that doesn't matter gets over your mind
matter doesn't mind what mind doesn't matter
though, if it wasn't for matter
there would be no mind

think with your mind
about all this matter

joe conzo is an amazing photographer

www.joeconzo.com

i made a new blog friend!

grizzlegoes.blogspot.com

check her out! (literally she's a babe)

i love friends

candice never fails to amaze me.
shes like the sky-
never the same shade of blue or yellow on any given day-
sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear.
All that is certain is
that she never truly
disappears from your life.
With each day, she brings the new
sun and offers solitude at night,
And through her eyes
we see the stars.

- natalie sookee

life cycle

life is not defined by the length of the lines which grasp the tight crevices of the skin on the palms of our hands. neither is it dictated by the methods of maintaining a youthful existence which is never mirrored by the soul. each one of us has a destined path, a faithful message of existence. some are short and some are long, yet each life is created to benefit the next. we live life in this sphere, so that we can transcend gratefully into different spheres and dimensions with the knowledge that we have done everything to ensure our purpose is carried out. we must learn to live and not regret, for our regrets become the death of our spirit. we begin to focus on what could have been, rather then redirecting our energy towards a path of enlightenment, towards a place of serenity. life is extremely challenging, we struggle every single day, yet every single time we wake to the light of the rising sun we prepare for a cycle of duties. duties which define the ways in which we experience, deal with and rise from the dilemmas of life. every beginning has an end, let us ensure our end is full of wisdom, for the gift of life is only unravelled with total commitment of our own hearts. we are the controllers of our own destiny, destiny does not control who we are. like the wheels which transport humanity from the limitless skies to the bottomless oceans, life is a constant cycle. constantly spinning, taking us from the peak of success to the depths of failure. nothing is worth living for more then the knowledge that every single day you have lived to find yourself. life is about finding ourselves, finding who we really are, because at the end of this all you're the only one who can make a difference. live life for life, not for livings sake.

inspire

inspire to be inspired by the inspiration of what i inspire to inspire for.

unfit

trying to find a peace of myself, cause this karmatic puzzle of life is asymmetrically diverted.

burn the roof

raise the city

fly

its like i'm searching for kicks like a sneaker head,
he gon keep pushing me until i reach the ledge,
and when i reach the ledge i’ll tell em all to eat it dead,
take a leap of faith and let my eagle wings spread,
spread spread.


motivation for me was them telling me what I could not be,
oh well,
i’m so ambitious,

- jay-z

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rising up out of the flame like a phoenix,
straining to hold my brain like a genius

- black thought

sweetjuice

the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice

negative

rage is the cousin of torture
and irrationality is the mother of them all

glory

the harsh silence becomes a soft melody. myriads of muted voices seeking redemption. shooting down dreams like a predestined game of life. submission at the hands of the empire. guided by an eerie darkness, until the light shines at the end of the elongated tunnel...glory.

flow.

the aqueous grains of my hourglass heart fluently pulsates at the hand of your enticing presence.

afterlife

in death we are liberated. enemies become accompliances. nightmares become dreams. insults become compliments. memories become history. tears fall, presence lingers, life is born, the train steams on. purpose complete.

clones

as i exhale, i blow tropic bubbles which expand and contract. my physical wanders the socially fuelled back of gen y. i'm a prototype, intricately crafted for a seemingly incognito capialist society.

directions

choose a way. left or right? up, down or inside out? you can't be lead, you can't follow. time is of the essence, choose now!

life soled

her souless body wanders the unfulfilling cosmic streets.
she seeks an unguided and transgressing light,
light among the limits of the transcending skies,
beaming from sphere to life.
her journey fixes upon a familiar course of falsities and error.
her lifeless spirit drags a mass of regrets and hatred,
regret for the unsaid, hatred for the unbred.
rather than change her course, she drifts,
following the natural bumps of the edgy alley.
the streets are alive, fiery with emotional presence,
her enigmatic soul refuses to absord the fruits of the translucent ineffable aura of the reverberating urban jungle.
rather then engage, she inhales, breathing in the a spirit she desires to consume,
a normalised animation of a generalised way of being,
yet she still passes by, entrusting her every hope into her forever bodiless soul.

june 2009

let's go beyond.

as we penetrate the metaphysical boundaries that take us beyond our mindless queries, we discover a dynamic medium. such enables the production of pure substance, moulding life into a time bound by an epoch of truth.

blurred

nothing is clear to the invisible eye as it grasps every manifestation of a life bound by limitless skies

word

use words to paint a picture of the words on your mind,
cause these words on your mind paint a picture of the time

word

is not an answer, it's just a minor setback.

understanding

i can never understand how some people just don't understand. i kind of feel like they just don't want to understand rather then they are unable to conceptualise some sort of understanding. it's tricky i know, but misunderstandings based on pure arrogrance, they are just the evil of this world. it's just selfish and heartless.

ah

this is ridiculous

needle in hay (sometimes stack)

in all this mess we call society
no matter what anyone says
you are beautiful

m

provide me with ample space to spread my wings
i just want to touch the sky, be closer to heaven
set me free

anyone got a map?

reckon you could give us a hand?
sort of looking for cloud 10 right about now
yeah yeah i know its right passed cloud 9
and no one has ever been there
but come on, it has got to exist right?
you dont think i could get there?
what? cause the sky's the limit!
just you watch me kiddo.

damn!

the foolish thoughts of arrogant minds
taking life for granted like it's a spherically manufactured
wake up! stop being so ungrateful for what you have
so many people die worse off then you
never knowing anything then the horror they see everyday
do you ever see or hear them complaining?
have some gratitude for the opportunities you have
one flash could take it all away
and then where would you be?

i suppose..

there's a reason we make such terrible decisions in life, i mean how else are we going to discover the true essence of our journey? it's like this tripped out trial and error process, no single decision is going to be the key to success. we have to fail time and time again, and find our strength in overcoming these mountains.there are so many people in this world that want to see us fail and never rise.
never raise above the fallen and take our place as the warriors of life. life is never easy, we must walk at paces which enable our hearts to run, our souls to sprint and our spirits to soar far above the mountains of failure and into the valley of enlightenment.it's like we're on this massive voyage to find ourselves, and at the end we expect this wonderful object or gift or physical item, which will provide all the answers to every question we ever pondered,
yet we never really realise that every breath we take and every decision we make is sending us into a curve of learning
and at our final resting place we can look back and realise that our lives have been a fantastic experience
and we hope that people will learn from what we have done
and never look at what we never did do.
cause regrets are the enemies of life,
and life is not a regret.

preach

negative thoughts are like birds, they'll always be flying over head, jus don't let them build a nest there

rev run

live by

all we want in this life
is peace, prosperity and a little paper

a tribe called quest

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and now ive come to the crossroads,
where i must thus decide my remaining journey.
the cost of success is a minor tarnish against the record of life.
let the needle sway as the melodies of life create a myriad of zestful glamour.
nothing is more fulfilling.

look closely

so i made a book of various pictures i found in magazines, newspapers etc. here a few of the pages...

burning

as my soul burns a furnace of passion
i know success is my virtue
desire is but a wishful dream
make it happen

huh

surrender in order to survive
fight in order to live

truth or dare

open your eyes
everything you have ever dreamed of
is right in front of your face

dare to dream
dare to believe
dare to believe your dreams

seek the truth of your dare

stop.

notice me

please

so..

just thought i'd inform whoever reads this, that shihan is one of the most amazing poets i have ever heard. here's a snippet from his poem "flashy words"

flashy words make the world turn but, it don't turn right
so i use these real eyes, to realize, the real lies
being spoken but not heard
cause we are more fascinated by that which is fabricated
so i tell you a blind man once said i once saw
believe what he said but not believe what he said he saw
like the mute who told the deaf man the true meaning of life

wah.

giving up is complete and utter nonsense

<34all

everyone's always talking about how much they love their mama
i love my papa too! so papa here's some love from me to you <3

mean!

embrace the meaning of the word mean
but where does mean begin to mean what it's meant to mean
and what if all that it means is nothing of a meaning to mean mean?
the meaning is never meant to mean anything
until mean mean's something of a meaning to you

morning-night

ive been sun licked and moon kissed
loved by two lovers of parallel universes
breathing gushes of sweet light
into something called day and night
supreme rulers of the limitless skies
they are we and we are they

different

not judging yourself is so hard when it's ingrained in your regular thought patterns. the media are so twisted for making us feel inferior to their superficial notions of 'beauty'. you are gorgeous, don't ever stop believing that.

needs

i don't need motivation
i just need practicality

existence

like sand slipping through your fingers
life moves a grain at a time
each grain representing a mistake, a revelation and an eternal prophecy
about the tempo of time in the track of life
of how life is a time in which each grain must fall
fall through that slender pear shaped glass of the hour
we are the conductors of such movement
we define our own course, our explicit actions
our lies, secrets, truths and memories are all locked away in this capsule
one grain can be the catalyst of a frozen life
cut short by the shameless actions of the conductor
let us never see this hourglass shatter
for life is far too precious to be destructed by carelessness

do it

if you got enough energy to believe
you damn sure have enough energy to achieve
do it.

surgery

can i see the real me? i've been patiently waiting in this room for hours now. am i on life support? give me something to go by! was the operation successful? did my cells accept the raw substance of who i really am? should i look for the worst....too bad i'm hoping for the best. i know who i am, i know the formidable strength i am capable of exerting. there is no way i am going to let myself fade into the darkness. no way i am going to fall at the hands of the ordinary. what!? my heart is beating rapidly! it's breaking the blurred lines between life and luminescence. i'll just wait outside, the light is blinding my spheres of vision. make sure you put me on a drip filled with knowledge of accepting who i really am about to become. change the channel to a frequency which allows my new beginning to be captured and noted for this historically proven acknowledgement. make me comfortable. can i see the real me now? oh i see me and me, we're checking out.

cruising.

steering the gears of life
stepping up 1st, erasing reverse
stalling at every corner for observation
pumping brakes of curiosity
drive slow, you never know

yum

i could really go for a slice of the glory now
my hunger is a stabbing pain
maybe some spread of passion shall go down sweet
ill toast it real nice with the heat from my heart
as i pour a cup of life and scull it like water
this is food for thought

sh

7 days of solitude
the silence is so loud

desire

im unconventional
it's pure bliss

the holiday

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends...

You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door.

And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

dirty secrets

clean lies

no regrets

each one of us is dying a little bit every single day
let's make this life worth living

new air

cleaning out

chaos

sometimes life is such a pandemonium.
find peace, untie the ropes of discomposure.
seek clarity pure to the soul,
discover life's true beauty.

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the rain cleanses my soul

love bomb - n.e.r.d

Sitting Here in this white padded room
Imagining I'm a meteor flying out through the distant space
How does tiny speckle earth destroy tomorrow
So capable of so many things
Why make life taking planes
But But I believe, that when you lose your route
Choose the sunlight
It could be your guide
No more political dreams
Not another excuse
Don't need another love song we need a love bomb

To just blow us away
To freaking blow the lights out
Turning night to day
Hear it from miles away
A chance to make it right now
F**k what the government say
We gotta save some lights now
Is that OK?

truth

this would could be such a beautiful place

revelation

man is always flawed
god's will shall regime supreme.
in a moment of darkness,
his radiance illuminates the earth.
we are the children of the light.
fear no man, for the lord is our saviour.
at the gates of heaven our truth is liberated.
our souls shine bright for the love of his grace
man shall be redeemed at the hands of salvation

exploration

constantly searching
for a piece of me that is yet to prosper.
within my resting place i contemplate,
dwelling on those similar thoughts of convention,
of conventional and mundane lives.
in rebellion i shall be liberated,
seeking to only please myself from within.
demonstrated through my structured seclusion,
i find my troubles.

constantly searching,
for the real me.

art

satisfaction of my hunger for the food of life

this is my interlude

it's time to take a break
and find myself

resistance

dont fight that feeling,
of being lost and afraid.
not knowing the outcome or the course.
every step towards an undestined future,
ride the wheels of the unknown.
seek the unattainable glory,
go beyond the limits.
succeed.

don't be shy

we're all the same in the end

sugar.

found these one teaspoon designs in a magazine and loved them so much my friend jess and i painted them....

i wish

i was this cool of a kid..



hip as hot damn

symbols of life

stay far from the timid
only make moves when your hearts in it
and live the phrase "sky's the limit"

notorious b.i.g

kidnapped

fatigue is a killer.
kill joy.

wanted.

desire: passionate dreams resonating within the cerebral cortex and manifesting into a mirage of defined fantasy.

success

failing was the best thing that ever happened to me.

pearls

hey, keen on a bite?

CAPS

i can't stand the noise,
take me away.

mama's wisdom

we are all products of our own destiny.

damn.

why can't i just say no?

golb

i want to write a blog




i wrote a blog

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i like it simple

keepsake

stay safe in my pocket.
as long as i dont have a hole,
or my pocket isnt deep enough.
ill hold onto you for a very long time.

survival

life is a beautiful struggle

violent love

fight of your life is not the cost
time will reveal
all along you're the one who's losing



we gonna fight the war, we gonna fight our fears
the only thing i wanna throw is a fistful of tears

- maxwell <3

6ixth cents

my lids shall flutter as i yearn for your presence.
my mind alters my perception,
my senses are aroused by your defined scent
your aura is as enticing as ever before.
i sleep soundly in the knowledge that you are protecting my vulnerable dreams.
you shelter me from a harsh isolation,
hibernating my lifeless body for the rise of the almighty star.
i love how you feel next to me
i love how you're not really there
i love how my imagination is messing with me again
i love how i wish it was you all along
i love how i pretend your reality
i love how you are my dreams
i love how i love the idea of you
i love fantasy

bloated

on the junk of life.
need laxative to get rid of all this shit,
metaphorically.
life detox part 1: bye f**kers, i aint got no more time to waste on you.

@natasha

let the bird free, the flock is calling.
upon its travels and in its return,
you shall see its longing to be within your nest.

i got frames

the world is so much more clear
my conscious sees the truth

2me

dear candizzle

please dont fear me, im only here to make you see.
to see the beauty of my soul,
and the passion of my heart.
please dont hate me
or say you want to terminate my course.
i only want to give you gifts:
to show you pain, in order for you to love
to send you heart shaped chocolates
to make the worst mistakes possible
to never make the worst mistakes possible again
to make you wish i was never here
to make you cry tears of sorrow
to make you feel like the world is at your feet
to rain on the happiest day of your life
to shine on the saddest day
to eat the last tim tam
to give you enough satisfaction
to make you never desire more then you have
to love your bed hair and morning breath
to envy your natural beauty
to see your soul through your eyes
and touch your heart through my voice.
to make you believe you're the undefeated champion
to take you down the stream of consciousness
to let you touch the moon and the stars
to caress you in my tender arms
to show you the real you
the raw and exclusive you
to help you find yourself

ill always be here for you, lighting the way.

love your soul mate...Life
xo

consumption

of my creativity for seemingly mindless acts of human improvement.
i dislike formal education, i just want to take photos, write poems, paint, read amazing thoughts, discuss what life really is and most of all blog all of this.

somebody set me free....

not much to ask

for someone like me.

*sigh

real dreams

i have dreams bigger than jumbo jets flying at altitudes which penetrate the epoch of fantasy survived on cloud 9 and transcend the gates of cloud 10. i shalt not desire a future destined by an egotistically drowned society. my quintessence leaks, the world turns, a woman weeps and her daughter creeps. a man walks on and a bird soars above. i cant dictate this present reality's lies, but the power i possess can manage their jurisdiction. don't lie, don't lie anymore. your teeth are bleeding from the forced deceit you expel as you exhale the toxic waste of your soul. rather you cause an innocent to self absorb the fumes of your lacking, the dead and unwanted. they no longer see a beautiful world but a normalised subject. you cant stop me, you cant cause my tracks to become icy, preventing my physical from liberation. your words may scar but never will i be defeated.

love affairs of the soul

i just fell in love with a man called freedom. he takes me where ever i wish to seek the naturally invisible. on cold mornings, he keeps me stil until the sun warms my outer layers, while all the while softening the magma at the centre of my core. freedom sees no harm in revealing the truth, he scorches the sturdy limits. freedom allows me to stroll at a pace of observation, absorbing the exotic mantra of the globe. freedom is a fond hater of my ex lover, regret. regret was a nasty old soul. he saw the gaps in history as imperfect, constantly reminding me of the missing pieces. regret shattered my innocent and tender heart, he cared only to contribute to my spiraling demise. once regret and i were comfortable he became abusive. he kept me locked inside, penetrating an inexorable darkness, memorizing a painful solitude. regret suppressed my every emotion, conditioning me to restrain. it was the day the sun rose 3 minutes and 15 seconds before his awakening into my consciousness that i was saved. i saw the light, the luscious rays tangling and transforming my inanimate into a metaphor of consciousness. the beautiful gracious star explored the depths of my two dimensional soul, resurrecting me from a painfully piercing darkness. as regret rose, he was without my presence, my rebellion was fierce, documented and detailed. i was enticed by the mystic beauties of the rays. closing my eyes i awoke a top a soft hill. as i lay, a soft breeze swept over my docile body and there floating gracefully towards me was freedom.

postcards of passion

dearest natasha maree,

in our tender nutshell we are defined. untouched and unprotected by the plunging flames of a devilious society. we control our own reigns, conquer our own demeanour. running our soul along the fine grains of art, we succeed internally. the ink flows like blood from a gaping wound. a stream of liquified passion, we are physically expressed. let us sail the glorious seas of our dreams, floating on the 9 clouds of our wanderlust spirit. speaking the coded language of our souls, we engage. we understand frequencies of limitless schemes. suspects of an attempt at librating a suppressed truth, we are the masterminds of rebellion. for this i treasure your existence.

you are forever in my heart
(L) candizzle

glory

beauty is infinite in the collaboration of the heart and the soul. the moment these two paramount entities amalgamate a colossal of prevailing invincibility coats the fragile human physical. the mind is thus capable of its true potential; of great and dynamic strength. foolish acts of human inadequacy are bound to the lives of the faint hearted. the hands caress the almighty spirit of fulfillment.

glorious victory.

i stand dignified

something i wrote in the middle of june 2009, reading back on it i realised it's sort of a physical recognition of my spiritual truths.

it's ludicrous to believe that the possible is the near impossible. impossibility is just an escape from an achievable reality. we often search for the shortcut to the destination, sacrificing hard work for cowardice. i don't respect those who don't believe, nothing is crazy if deep down inside you are confident and believe in it. people used to think we'd never penetrate the layers of this sphere, trapped in a continuous ball of life. now we're just chilling on the moon; try saying the sky's the limit now! limits are falsified, an attempt at self sabotage. when we lock the door our entrapment is personified. we may never be able to prepare ourselves for what is behind the door but isn't that what living is? learning to conquer our fears and climb the endless mountain of life. until we shatter the notion of the impossible, we are among the docile and unconscious bodies in which we despise.

@_@

my eyes

are falling asleep

in their sockets

hollllllllllllllla!

damn havent been on here for a minute and a second. been writing heaps of words in this little furry patterned book. they are kinda like the symbols of my soul, universal of course. so im gonna start documenting them here, just cause i can.

with one look i drift away

a ship sailing the treacherous oceans of passion

enthralled in a blinding fog

guided by an almighty force

with one glance i sail forth

deep into the stream of your beauty

the pain of a love so pure tears at the ropes of my heart

causing the friction to wear away the tenacious grip

with one breath i am engulfed

victim to your crimes of infatuation

the aphrodisiac of my dreams

your mastery of my soul is manifested

with 3 words i am defined

spoken in tongues of beautiful lovers

you're my everything

revelation

"words , like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within"
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

regeneration

im regaining my love affair with real hiphop. pure genius....

I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death through conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in her direction
In the right way
Told inside is where the fight lay
And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say
Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind
But I write many lives and lay on these lines
Wave the signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize that I'ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em
Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
Never looking back or too far in front of me
The present is a gift
and I just wanna BE

Common - Be

back to the future

i totally raided my old laptop today and found some sick old pictures. made me realise just how good the old days really were. just for your viewing pleasure heres a few :)











good times
semit doog

I AM

tired. also very curious to know if anyone reads this or if im writing for the sake of my clustered brain. tonight im having a love affair with sleep. in the last 4 days ive had like 6 hours sleep, its 2.30am and i have a game of soccer at 9am. whyyyyyyy?! just tell me something, not keen at all. by the length of the microsleep i jst had, im signing out. if i cbf tmro, ill post a sensible blog which probably ill only read. haaaa cooll.

WTF

i just realised how hardcore emo my blog has been. for the sake of the nobodies who would ever consider reading my nonsense, its 1am and i have a 2000 word essay on race and identity due at 4pm. i am yet to put my fingers to the keys to even contemplate starting that monstrousity of an essay. its just really stupids thats all, uhhhhhh. i did this last night as well, i wonder why i always fall asleep on random santa claus looking strangers who catch my drool as they watch buffy (okkay it was one time). uni is ruining my life, everytime i type something i feel like i have to reference it (Frankson, 2009, freshly quoted). i just gave up on myself....back to being emotive complex and hardcore. for your exclusive benefit i shall now exhibit my cool life right now in a series of detailed emotions....(keyword: emo)

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my brain jst collapsed and i broke the shift button...ugh crude sticks.

fury from the fist

the truth lies far and beyond the power exerted by the brass knuckles of strength. within the vastly torturous jungle a man of incrediable knowledge emerges. worldly enlightenment embodied in a single organism..... inspiration to the masses.



My soul has grown over the years, and some of my views have changed. As long as I am alive, I will continue to try to understand more because the work of the heart is never done. All through my life I have been tested. My will has been tested, my courage has been tested, my strength has been tested. Now my patience and endurance are being tested. Every step of the way I believe that God has been with me. And, more than ever, I know that he is with me now. I have learned to live my life one step, one breath, and one moment at a time, but it was a long road. I set out on a journey of love, seeking truth, peace and understanding. l am still learning. - Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr aka Muhammad Ali

eating my heritage

just to make you jealous, heres a picture of my birthday cake :D
we love alex's ravishing cake making skills.

in the name of life

let us no forget that our existence is a meer speck in the way of the world, yet in some complex theory we are essential in the continual gravitional orbit of this tender sphere.

we are something of a something that makes something mean something. that without something, we are nothing....

FREAK

this week i've caught myself one too many times staring at people. somehow my brains manages to entice my eyes into locking upon reaching a solid blood pumping homo sapien, all against my own good will. i swear im like possessed or psycotically tripped, probably just a freak of my own self deprived 'nature'. im sure the recipients of my lovely constant staring had eyes that were in insane drought, ive never experienced the pursuit of any drier eyes in my life. this blog has no meaning and my skin is scaling (*shudders*). now i shall leave you to bask in the glory of my enchanting retinas. (or such of a replica)....(not even close). (parentheses)


"they say the eyes are the heart to the soul"

claim to the game

yes i know what just now means, just now means just 'never maybe in the next 100 years' now.

just take me too south africa already.

asseblief.

brass and chrome

i'm as mad as my mother.
i'm darker then the night
im addicted to africa
and everything is too bright

feeling fine in oh nine

whatever it's 2009. i really dislike odd numbers, they make me feel all gooey and feverish. i just want to drown them into a cortex of nothingness. i loathe them so much my enthusiasm to even do that is perished. its quite comical as my birthday is an odd number, oh the joy of hypocritism. i dropped my 2009 pisces horoscope book into the toilet the other day, purely accidental. obviously the somewhat esoteric metaphysical realms are shunning myself from their enigmatic prophecies. maybe i'm just really clumsy and have no muscular discipline. i'd probably choose the second one, considering the array of penetrating bruises i have obtained in the last few days. this whole being a human is so hard! i've given up on the whowhatwherewhenhowandwhy. i'm just going to amuse myself by observing the illusions of my own mind and being. it all sounds like a pretty darn good time to me. conformism is so 2008 right now, who cares what everyone else thinks is cool. i'm about as cool as they get in my world. hello new world! welcome to everything uncool.



i think it's time for me to finally start living. weliveandwelearn.welearnandwelive


"i'm just trying to do the opposite of left (right), as long as there is the opposite of death (life). you test, and i might just bring the opposite of life (death), till there's no one the opposite of right (left)" - Lupe Fiasco, Game Time