Under Pressure

Sometimes I wonder if we are but just disembodied minds, floating around our sea of consciousness, tenuously attached to the physical vessels that we inhabit for our mortal lives.

(mind-body duality)

With the right amount of control, we can manipulate our physical essence to do almost anything. Hence the stories of superhuman feats, the amazing tolerances of the human physique. With enough control, we can ignore the flung spears of pain and sorrow, thrusting on with our lives.

Then my mental image is suddenly shattered by the most tiny of pricks, a little dagger of derision, stabbing close to the heart, severing tendon by miniature tendon of the muscles most intimate.

It is those who we allow close that are able to perpetuate the most insiduous of inside jobs.

(its the terror of knowing what this world is about)

And I am suddenly brought back to reality. The veil of composure is hardest to keep when new wounds are being punctured all the time. A plastered smile but barely covers the scars within, throbbing with pain.

(one, by one, only the good die young)

Who can know what sorrows perpetuate inside? The scars but mark the incision, the wounds fester beneath. All I await is the eventual dulling of the blade, and the healing of the scars they have caused. Or maybe, someday I will be proven to be as good as some people say I am.

Isn't it always easy to blame others? I choose not the simple path. My faults are mine alone, and my sorrow mine alone to bear. I will carry my cross as far as I can go, and as far as I can I will chip away at the edges and wear them away. Someday I will collapse, alone, adrift, and far from shore. But until then, I walk alone, my cross mine alone to bear. Until i find someone willing to carry it with me.

With a stiff upper lip, life carries on.

Only the good die young

A hand above the water
An angel reaching for the sky
Is it raining in heaven -
Do you want us to cry?

And everywhere the broken-hearted
On every lonely avenue
No-one could reach them
No-one but you

One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun
And life goes on -
Without you...

Another tricky situation
A get to drowin' in the blues
And i find myself thinkin'
Well - what would you do?

Yes! - it was such an operation
Forever paying every due
Hell, you made a sensation
You found a way through - and

One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flyin' too close to the sun
We'll remember -
Forever...

And now the party must be over
I guess we'll never understand
The sense of your leaving
Was it the way it was planned?

And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And i ain't never, never sayin' goodbye...

One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flyin' too close to the sun
Cryin' for nothing
Cryin' for no-one
No-one but you

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Weekend Warrior, Daytripper Extraordinaire

The most wonderful and vivid of weekends has flashed me by
Leaving behind the most ephemeral of memories
The colour of the sky so blue
and your eyes so deep
Lasting impressions in my mind
The touch of your hand in the cool sunrise.
Life is fleeting you say,
That every moment should be savoured as it passes.
Savour it i do
and yet i hold a little back
Because i believe in pleasure delayed
Pleasure to come
Is worth every exertion of self-control.
Moments of magic
A weekend fairytale
I feel complete.
=)

I'm just a poor boy, i need no sympathy

I'm in a maybe im here, maybe i'm not, maybe i'm a butterfly dreaming im human kind of mood

Don't Be Cruel

You know I can be found,
Sitting home all alone,
If you cant come around,
At least please telephone.
Don't be cruel
To a heart thats true.

Baby, if I made you mad
For something I might have said,
Please, lets forget the past,
The future looks bright ahead,
Don't be cruel to a heart thats true.
I don't want no other love,
Baby its just you I'm thinking of.

Don't stop thinking of me,
Don't make me feel this way,
Come on over here and love me,
You know what I want you to say.
Don't be cruel
To a heart thats true.
Why should we be apart?
I really love you baby, cross my heart.

Lets walk up to the preacher
And let us say I do,
Then you'll know you'll have me,
And Ill know that Ill have you,
Don't be cruel to a heart thats true.
I don't want no other love,
Baby its just you I'm thinking of.

Don't be cruel to a heart thats true.
Don't be cruel to a heart thats true.
I don't want no other love,
Baby its just you I'm thinking of.