On Lullabies.

I wrote this for my beloved a few days ago, and thought it wouldn't do any harm being put up here:

Sleep, sleep, the one that I adore,
Sleep, sleep, my love for ever more,
Dream, dream, of clouds and open doors,
Wake next to me and take my paw,
Just sleep well, my heart is always yours.

That's the first verse. I think she's worth creating another two verses at least, so expect them (and the .mp3) to be up soon! ^^

Saka-chan's finished for the day, and going on another night journey. (Oh god, journeys - I have to study them next year.) So, keep wandering, y'all. Don't be strangers now.

Titled.

Always one trying to be different,
Trying to break the mold,
His soul has not been sold
to those people who never look up,
Those people who sit, dead and cold.

He cannot escape their black methods,
They who blast metal
From tweeters (which don't settle)
He cannot entice them back to the light,
They worship the wilted black petal.

A Remington lies on the doorstep,
It's been tossed aside,
"Damn electrics!" he cried,
The shop has been restocked with Gillettes,
And with them he cleanses his pride.

And this all the product of failed romance -
Some kind of exclusion,
He's seeking inclusion,
And so to fit in, he cleans his sink every day;
And so he has come to this conclusion.

A racy kind of splattered ink -
His experiment failed
He sees his life before him :

(I regret...


After reading this, you might think, "Wow. Another emo." I cannot stress enough how untrue that is. It's an ironic poem (using tragic irony I guess) I wrote for school... Anyway, I should have some better stuff soon.

Partition

September, June
Life, Death
Dark, Light
Warmth, Cold
Enjoyable, Hated

And so on, and so forth, until...

Controversy, Peace
Romance, Horror
Excellence, Normality
Intelligent, Popular

And then, he finally found it.

Love.
Tears.

I wrote this last night. I'm not quite sure of the meaning of it, but anyway. I'll post more soon. Basically from now, my poems are going to be filler for my life, until something REALLY interesting happens. (And no, I haven't forgotten about you.)

So, wish me luck!

A View Through A Wall

A sentimental house
Across the road, a feel of shadow
Sinister flowers of blue and mauve
in a field, but the house stands
Alone.

Smoke billows forth from a
tight metal mouth,
A road of dirt, leading
to who knows where?

A seemly-empty house
Stealing softly into the night,
The sounds of a foreign music band
waft through a smal window.

A peaceful journey, laughter from
a car, a coin is
flipped ------
(please, please)
spin ---------
(oh, please let it be-)
spin ---------
(come on, I need this)
spin --------
(yes, go, go, come on -)
spin ----- and lands on the cold
and warm ground . . .
Tails - or was it heads?
(or something else?)

A deft-handed companion
Curled up with red fur by the fire, cold,
cold, cold, and then warm as ------
(how much time has passed?)
"Good night."
"Sweet dreams."
Click.


A poem written by me, dedicated to my sweet love. Again, thought you guys might like it. I'll post an ironic poem tomorrow.
Keep wandering. Watashi out.

On Coding

For those of you who know what this is, it's right here:

FPRm4arsw A-- C- D-- H++ M- P+ R++ T++ W Z- Sm++ RL- a- cmn+++ d++ e- f++ h* iwf++ j++ p+ sm-

For those of you who don't know what it is, then don't worry about it. ^^

A short one today, just getting the Code out there. Happy days!

Keep wandering! Saka-chan's off on another trek.

On Letters (again) and Death

Okay. Something really shattering happened during these last couple of days. There was, as many of you would know, a plane crash in Indonesia, which happened to be connected to the boarding house.
How, you may ask?
Well, basically, two of the passengers on that plane were related to two of the boarders over here, so most people in the boarding house have been checking the news non-stop for any news of their survival.
However, it turns out that both of the parents died, and it means that the house has to cling together even stronger than before, to fight the evil in the world.
Of course, by "evil" I'm not referring to terrorism, as that wasn't the problem, but the evil of karma and death-before-time.

But, that's probably a different matter for a different post.
I'm wasting away waiting for Ado-chan's letter. I'm starting to lose my faith in the Malay air-mail system ^_^;; but yeah, I'll be a lot happier than I am now when it comes. Wish everything luck.
Even your worst enemy. They deserve it in this day and age.

And, above all, keep wandering. Saka-chan out.

On Letters and Smoking

Okay. There is an entertaining matter here, and a matter I care deeply about. Not to say I don't care about Ado-chan's letter, however, that is almost trivial compared to how I feel about smoking.

Of course I don't smoke. I think the taste is abhorrent. Also, it annoys me when my friends come into my room at night smelling of smoke. I don't want that kind of smell in my room, and of course if I ask someone to go clean themselves up I mean clean up!

One example: Last night a friend came into my room at midnight expecting an amazing debate (we had had one the previous night on the meaning of life) and he smelled of cigarettes. What did I do?

"Please leave. No excuse. Leave."

He left, came back, and he still smelled like smoke. What had happened was he didn't change his shirt. How the smoke can infiltrate clothing is a mystery to me, but still, he came back.

"Get out. I told you. I'm going to sleep."

That was it. No more on the matter.

And on the other hand, I have a letter arriving from Malaysia soon. I've been so nervous that it won't get here, and so nervous that I won't know what to write after all. But, providing all goes well, I'll be content. ^^

So, keep wandering - I'm back on the scene.

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On Messiaen... Again.

So what's the deal this time, you might ask? My music teacher/friend (whom I won't name for security reasons) lent me the ENTIRE collection of Olivier Messiaen's organ music.

SIX CD'S!!!

That's over 7 hours of music, played on the NOTRE-DAME organ!!! So, I've put it all on my iPod. (The earphones were the only things that failed from yesterday's storm.)

Do I really need to say it? Messiaen is my idol. ^^

I'm making a vow right now to get to the organ at Sainte-Trinité or Notre-Dame and play some of my Messiaen pieces that I know.

Anyway, keep wandering, and see you soon!

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