Crossroads

Two paths branched away. 
Only one could be followed. 
The destinations could not be seen. 

We reached this far. 
Now faces us the choice. 

Is it okay?

One path is rougher. 
More bourgeois, that resulting from education.
A roller coaster.

The other is smooth. 
And shorter. 
And filled with contemplation. 

It is not okay. 
From now on.

1 baby step at a time.

Gonna ride that spaceship to the moon

#Musical guitar intro

One day baby, and I hope its soon,
Gonna ride that spaceship to the moon. 

# 2 bar solo

People say its crazy, 
What lies out there is hazy,
That is why it must be soon,
Gotta ride that spaceship to the moon. 

# Bridge plucking. 

Flying so high, up in the sky
I look down below and see. 
The tiniest creatures are watching me.

#Solo on musical guitar interlude

The eagles my closest friends, 
Watching me till the end. 
Until i break free, head towards my destiny. 

# Musical guitar interlude that leads into

Swimming through space, from dusk till noon
Gonna ride that space-wave, to the moon.

# 2 bar solo. 
# Plucking

One day baby, and I hope its soon, 
Gonna ride that spaceship, to the moon.

# Beautiful ending

An Ode to an Afternoon

Head aches, 
Bread Bakes, 
Cheese cakes, 

Crazy psycho-babble, 
A girl playing scrabble, 
Laughter at mistakes,
Stupid heartaches, 

Cheetahs in the wild, 
Running like a child. 
Some things in blue, 
Things starts anew.

Riders on The Storm

I recently read an emo blog. It's not my style she said. So, I decided to roll my own.

Here goes..

He knew, this was coming. He always did.
Those lazy days, spent dreamily, ignoring his training.
Did you think they would go away?

Those testing eyes, watching, waiting.
Whispering from his closet, his hidden room of secrets.
He knew one day, he would have to face them.
Nights, he stayed awake, lost in thought.
Because he knew, that one day he would have to face them.

It comes..
The day of reckoning,

When the wolves ride to face the forces of the night.
When man begets man,
Exorcise those ghosts. I say.
Rise my brave warrior.
Rise up and meet them.

It is time.

The breeze is cool.
Like it was on those carefree days, by the lake.
Strange.. this is the pit of hell. After all.
The chasm of rage.
Yet the breeze is cool.
And the blue bus, calls him.
Where is the driver taking him?

He had learnt to kill all those animals,
Those beasts.. Hunting in the forest
What purpose. For this brutality.
All those murders.
Had they been, simply for the pleasure of society.
Meaningless..

It was all for this.. 
You knew it was,
You signed the pact,
You knew the game
It's time to face those demons,

Laughed the voice.

It is time.

He was ready.
He felt, like he was.
All those animals had died.
They had always died.

And so he rode the bus,
The kings highway, west, baby..
He rode the snake.

Into the chasm, 5 souls.
They went in together.
To face those demons.
As companions, as one.
They were watching, all of them.
Vultures.

It was time.

Rage. Anxiety. Bloodlust.
Kill, kill, maim.
Hack and burn, he knows he must.
Yet he felt the same.
Not a bit afraid,
Not a bit dismayed.

And then he lost one.
Fallen.. his friend,
And then another,
His closest brother,

They were weak he thought.
Weak. They deserved to die.
There was no distraught,
Instead he believed the lie
His fate was is own,
No one would he bemoan.

It was time.

The wolves howled,
The carrion circled,
Swarms, and swarms,
As the wolves, they mauled.

The battle was raging,
His battle was raging.
And he was now,
All alone.

And fear consumed him.
Because he finally knew,
That this what all the show had been about,
All his life, he had dreamt of this place.
And in his heart he finally knew.

It was time,

And then they came.
Those demons one by one they laughed
As he prepared,
His hand had never trembled.
His shot was steady.

And as they all came at him together.
He shot one.
It went down.
He knew it had gone away.

But the others still laughed.
And he took a blow, first to the shoulder.

As he crashed against a boulder,
The rock crashed against the head of the second.
And it was gone.

But the others were stronger.

Rage. Anxiety. Bloodlust.
Kill, kill, maim.
Hack and burn, he knew he must.
But this time he was ground to dust.

Fear, was his master now.

His ghost, surfaced,
At the feet of an angel.
Ghostly white, she told him to stand.
And he did.

And suddenly he was alive again,
And he remembered.
The horror....
Because everyone had seen...
Because they all now knew,
What he had been hiding,
In his closet..

He knew, his level was the same.
For in life, no matter how often you die,
You respawn.

But he felt smaller.
They had all seen.

I will go again, 
On the blue bus,
Into the chasm of rage.
This time they will die.

And they laughed, again.
They laughed and welcomed him.
His fear consumed him,
His hand trembled.
Not a single shot was steady.
He knew he wasn't ready.
He fell.

And again he respawned.

I don't want to do this.
For i always miss.
My hand is not steady.
I am not ready.

There is no going back. 
You signed the pact,
You know the game.
You must face your demons.
No beginning No end,
As long as time progresses,
You must go forward.
You signed the pact,
you know the game.
You must face your demons.

Laughed the voice.

And they came,
Their laughter now stronger,
Lashing at his insides.
And he fell.

Let me die. 
He said.
Oh please. Let me Die.

You can never die.
Your level remains the same.
You signed the pact.
You must play the game.
You must face these demons.
For there will be more.
And more. And more.
Until desperation takes you.
And you choose to sit by the lake.
Forever.
Your friends gone.
Your siblings dead.
All alone,
In your wilderness of pain.

wept the Angel, as she put him back on his feet.

And the battle raged. On and On and On.

This is the end... beautiful friend.

The demons laugh.

He knew it to was true.
This was the end.
For he played their game.
And he couldn't win.

And he let go.
And time stood still.

There was no victory.
No defeat.
Just him. And the lake.
And he saw that there were others.
On the path, to Nirvana.

You can't always get, what you want

But if you try sometimes... 

There is the sadness.. but its not depressing.. 

Things got out of hand.. You fucked up.. 

But how can you not smile, my friend.. 

You can't always get what you want.. 

What do you do? :)

It's so funny, its sick man.. I'm getting my groove back.. 

The night is a good friend. Some people just don't get it.

I saw her, unhappy, crying, hurt,

Angry, she doesn't look good when she's angry.. 

And I knew, I couldn't do that.. 

At no cost, could I do that.. 

:)

I know what to do. 

I'm ready.. 

Learn from life, lessons of joy and pain. 

It is the depth of the ocean.. 

And you need to swim to every corner,

light and dark.. 

The light has always been my playmate, 

But the darkness has always been my sweet companion. 

For life.

If she smiles, the world is good. 

Chill out man.. :) The world is good.. 

It might have looked glum

But if you try sometimes, 

you just might find.. 

You have what you need.. 

Miracle Cure

Extra!! Extra!! Read all about it.
A Know-It-All Wizard with a miracle cure.
No dreams, no reality,
need more sleep, that's for sure.


Know dreams, know reality,
that's always been my way.
..... ..... my life away.
Every Day.


It steals your dreams, it steals your sense.
It steals your thoughts, leaving you in ignorance.


Your heart beats faster.
My heart feels lower.
My heart stays put though,
i must have a no-leaf clover.


Its time.
To walk once again my friends.
Through the mountains of mist.
Recurse over a list.
Roll a tight fist.
And beat it down.
Down on the ground.


Capture my dreams.
Capture my thoughts.
Kill all the bugs !
Kill all the moths !
Ride my knights, ride north,
The eye is watching.
Ride north and meet its gaze.
And we will win.




This war is ours to loose my childhood friend.
And still we win?