You should know it...
It only gets more dangerous the farther you go down the rabbit hole.
Me, Myself and I
- Rean al ben yahya
- I know it is not perfect, But it's life.Life is MESSY sometimes..
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Alice
Sometimes I feel like alice
In a wonderland chasing rabbits
Cheshire cats and mad hatters
A better world well it don't really matter
Well day breaks and life is as dark as the room
The air is laced with sweet perfume
What is it about morning light
That makes everything feel alright
Well it feels like I have just woke up
In a world where down is up
And up is a long way from here
In the big wheels where they keep on turning
They don't slow down they just keep on learning
Well my name's not Alice but I know how she felt
When her world started turning into something else
Sometimes I feel Alice
In the Queen's alluring palace
Got the playing cards on my track
Like a twisted game of blackjack
Because it feels like I have just woke up
In a world where down is up
And up is a long way from here
In the big wheels where they keep on turning
They don't slow down they just keep on learning
Well my name's not Alice but I know how she felt
When her world started turning into something else
Well sometimes I feel like Alice
Friday, July 29, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Just like that?
Errm....What if, for example...
you create a different pain, in order to replace an unbearable one?
If you do that...don't you feel like you could forget the pain even for a moment?
Of course there's no way you could erase the pain that consumed your lone soul ...just like that.. Even if you cut your wrist and watch the blood drips heavily onto the blue tiles...
Watch with blank eyes at the numb and cold hand that starting to turn blue under the fluorescent lights.
Lay your head back and shut your eyes tight when the heart constricted again.
You sick of the tension. You want to be someplace else.
Well, i'm wish to stay in my own world of sanctuary too.
But i realised that i have to live with the same pain even though i found my little piece of heaven in this deceitful world.
This I dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring.
you create a different pain, in order to replace an unbearable one?
If you do that...don't you feel like you could forget the pain even for a moment?
Of course there's no way you could erase the pain that consumed your lone soul ...just like that.. Even if you cut your
Watch with blank eyes at the numb and cold hand that starting to turn blue under the fluorescent lights.
Lay your head back and shut your eyes tight when the heart constricted again.
You sick of the tension. You want to be someplace else.
Well, i'm wish to stay in my own world of sanctuary too.
But i realised that i have to live with the same pain even though i found my little piece of heaven in this deceitful world.
This I dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Yada yada yada...
There is something crawling in the back of my head.
Saying that I could not take it anymore.
But instead letting the tears of defeat smearing my cheeks, I held my head high.
Saying that I could not take it anymore.
But instead letting the tears of defeat smearing my cheeks, I held my head high.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Liar Liar.
Walk in a corner shop
See a shoplifting cop
See the old lady with a gun
See the hero try to run
Nothing's what it seems, I mean
It's not all dirty, but it's not all clean
There's children paying bills
There's monks buying thrills
There's pride for sale in magazines
There's pills for rent to make you clean
Marvin Gaye, there's no brother, brother
Woody Guthrie's land can't feed Mother
Mothers weep, children sleep
So much violence ends in silence
It's a shame there's no one to blame
For all the pain that life brings
If you will just take me It might just complete me
And together we can make a stand
A waitress brings me lunch
We meet but do not touch
On TV, D.C. is selling lies
While in the corner, King's dream dies
Go to the counter, pay for me and my friend
A homeless man pulls out a roll, says it's on him
The mayor has no cash
He said he spent it on hookers and hash
Sunday, July 3, 2011
my hands are small, I know.
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
"Hands" By Jewel
typical us.
people are creatures that put 'self before others', 'convenience before what's right'.
Who have to have expectations always. True?
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