Quick Post...
My blog has been neglected as of late,
and i know the next few weeks hold little sleep.
Exam after exam till the first week of August.
As usual I'm procrastinating and attempting
to yank the rabbit out of the hat in marvelous
fashion.
With the light at the end of the tunnel being a
well deserved and YEARNED for 2 week break.
i know.. it ain't much, but I really REALLY need it.
Get out of this one horse town and set mind
on FUN. Oh and Babes too.. fun and babes..
Sounds about right..
But for now, Redbull and study..
Redbull and Study
Just Some witty observation and banter on my part.. At the end of the day who are we without a voice?:) enjoy your stay.. Ever looked down to see the floor wasn't there.. and you start falling.. falling..
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Whiskey by my side I recapture old thoughts
whilst attempting to put new ones into words.
The night wind carries a breath of fresh air
into the room, but the thoughts remain stale.
I had a moment strumming on my guitar,
when i felt so lost, as if mourning a loss.
And i searched for answers in the random
lyrics, furious that they lead me back to you.
I pause and muse on the audaciousness
of the momentary heartbreak.
Running logical patterns and trains of thought
putting 2 and 2 that just doesn't equal 4.
Feedback from the amp shakes the foundation
of thought and consciousness sets in.
In the end, the breadcrumbs lead me right
back to you.
whilst attempting to put new ones into words.
The night wind carries a breath of fresh air
into the room, but the thoughts remain stale.
I had a moment strumming on my guitar,
when i felt so lost, as if mourning a loss.
And i searched for answers in the random
lyrics, furious that they lead me back to you.
I pause and muse on the audaciousness
of the momentary heartbreak.
Running logical patterns and trains of thought
putting 2 and 2 that just doesn't equal 4.
Feedback from the amp shakes the foundation
of thought and consciousness sets in.
In the end, the breadcrumbs lead me right
back to you.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Music is my medicine..
Sing and play we find our way.
I miss writing songs. There is a
indescribable feeling of relief when singing
something you came up with. Like a bubble
that pops with all the good, bad and ugly racing
away. Sing what you want, how you want it,
with all the emotion you can possibly muster.
With the lyrics taking you on highs and lows,
moments of joy followed by heartbreak,
stretching you to the extremes of dimension.
And all we hope is that the universe hears it,
cuz we sing for the magic.
Sometimes we just gotta rock.
Sing and play we find our way.
I miss writing songs. There is a
indescribable feeling of relief when singing
something you came up with. Like a bubble
that pops with all the good, bad and ugly racing
away. Sing what you want, how you want it,
with all the emotion you can possibly muster.
With the lyrics taking you on highs and lows,
moments of joy followed by heartbreak,
stretching you to the extremes of dimension.
And all we hope is that the universe hears it,
cuz we sing for the magic.
Sometimes we just gotta rock.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Lunar Passion..
Chilled martini glass set on the counter,
a flick of the wrist and flip up the shaker.
Catch it mid-air and fill it with ice,
look at the liquors, this is when it gets nice.
Half a shot of Peach schnapps,
for sweet floral bliss.
Three-quarter shots of Amour,
for that seductive kiss.
A healthy shot of vodka, or more if you like,
to keep the mood up and last through the night.
Cranberry and fruit punch
to meld and to bind.
And just a hint of apricot,
garnished with orange rind.
Cover the shaker and secure the top,
shake up the mix and strain out every last drop.
Into the glass and you will find,
Lunar passion.
Seduction in a glass my friends. Don't ask how i came up with it or where you can find it. Its a self-created mix. Classy and elegant and light with floral notes transcending mere taste. It is a drink of moments that last an eternity, where words fail to describe perfection.
Chilled martini glass set on the counter,
a flick of the wrist and flip up the shaker.
Catch it mid-air and fill it with ice,
look at the liquors, this is when it gets nice.
Half a shot of Peach schnapps,
for sweet floral bliss.
Three-quarter shots of Amour,
for that seductive kiss.
A healthy shot of vodka, or more if you like,
to keep the mood up and last through the night.
Cranberry and fruit punch
to meld and to bind.
And just a hint of apricot,
garnished with orange rind.
Cover the shaker and secure the top,
shake up the mix and strain out every last drop.
Into the glass and you will find,
Lunar passion.
Seduction in a glass my friends. Don't ask how i came up with it or where you can find it. Its a self-created mix. Classy and elegant and light with floral notes transcending mere taste. It is a drink of moments that last an eternity, where words fail to describe perfection.
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