Projections

It ,quite easily, seems to be possible that i  would reach where i wanted before i wanted. I am not quite sure what i would do with the spare time left. I would naturally plan further but i am bored of it.

Time

Time / Time / Improvise / Really
Run / Jump / Dream / Time / Time
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Experience / Live / Life / Time / Time
Time / Time / Success / Pride

Sky

Flying High, In the summer sky !

Blue ,Red,Yellow,Orange, Green , Black !

Its the same up or down !

Flying High, In the summer sky !

“Stick to flying sonnie !”, says the aged bird.

“Stop and ye fall down, overdo it and lose control”, spoke his mangled fur.

Flying High, In the summer sky !

“Brand new day”

A. Days/Nights/Toughness/Resolve/Retrospect/Pitfall/Anger/Feel Good/Rational/Logic/Resolve/Days/Nights

B. Sleep/Listen/Work/Think/Empathize/Advise/Lead/Innovate/Force/Ambition

C.\.   Think\Think\Thi..

Turn the clock to zero, boss
The river’s wide, we’ll swim across
Started up a brand new day

You can turn the clock to zero, honey
I’ll sell the stock, we’ll spend all the money
We’re starting up a brand new day

Of rareness and fleeting glimpses…

Wierd is not quite the word that i am looking for but with more explanatory power than that, to describe how losing control is all i have to indicate that i can be normal.

Intoxication is more of an escape for others, for me it is purely the time to be human again. It is here , this place where i am now, where i find a breeze on trees a metaphor, a fleeting hello to a friend could mean a lot and a brazen episode of friends mean a bunch of things.

I am , well, an afterimage of what this writer thinks. I am frequently in touch with what he has quite subdued with time and places.

There was a tree on an island of south pacific. It was really close to the ocean and had plenty of sunlight. The ocean , with its tide receding and approaching the tree throughout the day. The tree , coconut tree was by nature attracted to water , but not the salty water that the ocean bought to it everyday. The tree cannot move and the oean cannot just stop, they are what they are.

Evolution crept into place and the tree got used to the salty water, the ocean however receded back. You see the island was inhabited now, the shore now is quite far away from the park where the tree stands now.

So, as the ocean , the tree and the coconuts happily lived ever after. Nothing was wrong. And thats what puts me in a paranoid mode.

I guess the happy endings are what makes us so dilusional, and so disrespective of our pasts. I know that the author guy here does disrespect the past as well, but in the hope of a happy ending ?? i don’t think so.

I guess he should get more introspective of the tree and the coconuts. Confused ? don’t be , nobody knows, maybe thats the problem. He is too sure..surely thats one of the problem between the him and the complementary forces.

yeah , i know, its like his left and right brain are at it again

It must’ve hurt my friend…

Too obvious to state the fact,
but we function by stating, infact !

Atleast you said it without hesitating,
people like you are always calculating.

It must have hurt my friend,
we have all, sometimes, seen this end.

We are weird that way,
stating the obvious this way.

A reaffirmation from outside,
a fact from someone you trust..
The trust you just gave,
the pranks you forgave,
are they really harmless now ?

Be sure my friend,
this is wisdom,
this is nice,
this is life.

p.s : we share the same eyes….

The song doesn’t fade away , however the lyrics did..

Some songs are like museums and some are even displays of archaeological digs, metaphorically talking ofcourse. Our simple minded brain simply assigns a correlation with our feelings and the songs we listen to, hence creating a quintessential recall when played again.

A little thought experiment might help you be on the same page as me, for now, atleast. Imagine walking in the morning , very early , and listening to a particular song. Now, imagine doing this for 2 months, the same/similar song playing over while you walk down that path in the dimly lit outdoors with not a soul around. Imagine that this walk of yours elicits you to think or enact your present, past or even the future. This could even be a pondering time for your current life events. Think that this/these song(s) fit perfectly with your thinking process, maybe even aid it. Sounds, melodies and words could be synonymous with that feeling howsoever the song could be of any genre/mood/tense.

Now see yourself out of that situation for a long time, say 2 years. Play the damn thing again and all that returns is the feeling that you went through at that time. No relations ,  no references, nothing ! all that you recall is the set of emotions that went trough your brain and every last bit of it is bought back fro the grave of time.

I damned the song a while ago, but then in retrospect this could be a very entertaining prospect !! A little recording device is present outside of our brain !! They carry our input stimuli for anytime-anywhere convenience.

I remember the time i stared at the sun, i don’t know where but i remember what i felt..the lyrics look dull in comparison to what i saw in the sun, and they are faing. That was what i intended to do, but the songs kept on playing.

Melodies and beats ..like the museums of your own life.

Not the only one staring at the sun …

DON’T LOOK !! : shouts one voice , EMBRACE THE CHALLENGE !! : screams another.

One would feel accompanied when there are voices to direct you, intra-personal or inter-personal. I am standing here, waiting when these voices leave me on my own, in my peace. As i understand the dynamics of feedback, both parties need to acknowledge. What happens when i don’t respond ? Answer is quite simple the feedback gives up.

For a moment step into my spot, yes, its the only place here which isn’t scorched, and have a look around.

Imagine a door. Imagine a dark room with that door. Obviously you can’t see the door if its dark, but imagine that, there is light on the other side of the door. The light is enough to create a crimson lining to the outlines of the door which separates the darkness and light. Imagine that and then walk towards the door. You can smell the door !! So, much as you can tell whether the door is wood or painted metal. Yes ! its the paint that you smell , but usually you know the odor of metal with paint and its definitely that.

Please open the door, and don’ t focus on turning the knob much as that would shift your focus and determination. Just open it without prejudice. Yes, it opens on the other side, can you feel how easily the door opens ? It was very light despite being a metal door. Maybe its well oiled. Can you feel the warmth ? as light rushes into the room through you, around you !

It isn’t so bad is it then ? There in the sky , you can feel it!! Naturally you would want to see what all is lit up by that sun on the ground since you are standing on a ledge overlooking the land, the living and all that ! If you are free enough of bindings , it wouldn’t be difficult to look away from the alluring and beautifully lit up life, with every minute detail. You don’t really need to see it, you know how it could look thus you anticipate imagine. I request you to satisfy yourself with only you imagination. Transcending it would only cause disappointment.

Feel the warmth again, and know the source. You know where it is. Try looking at it and it hides itself with a cloud of power and awe. You just can’t see it !! Try again my friend, you know its secret now ! Sublime it may seem at first but you can see it now, the sun in its very simple form.. a circle! That my friend is the source. Now, to go further into the secrets of the source you have to look at it longer. I wouldn’t force you to do so , but that is what i have been dong for a while. I would invite you to stay but you wouldn’t understand its importance. So, stay a while and watch the sun along with me.

Being besides me staring, i think you would get an idea what i do think, and it is of utmost importance to me to keep looking at it. During this i have gained insight into the life below, to which i needn’t glance now. This journey of staying here while traversing the hierarchy of living to its source has left me dry. I am proud of what i am goin to be and i don’t quite like leaving all what was. Maybe thats weakness and maybe its the last ounce of it evaporating away from me.

I can imagine you telling me that i am going mad, and these are my hallucinations. What can’t understand is how can you be so sure ? Even if these are hallucinations how come they make so much sense ? And if i am going mad , why should i bother ? Isn’t that the whole point ? Dreams of one can seem possible to one and a fantsy to the other. What gives you the right to impose on others ? And if you want that right you can earn it right here. What i am saying to you is don’t be a hindrance to discovery, however crazy it may sound or seem. I pursue my purpose, i define my purpose.

Something tells me that i won’t be needing any of this where i am going, yet if i do i could return but not now. Not when i am halfway through the journey, or so i believe. I feel restless and ready to burst. Ready to tell all what i have learnt, but i must wait and give it time.The voices are fading away, they sometimes agree with me now. They may leave in time but i must keep on staring at it, staring at the sun even if i am the only one..

- Forlorn Farceur
“Origins of Forlorn Farceur”

Estranged..

Like the slow wind,

Like the rain,

Like the moon,

Like the erratic power supply,

It came and it went away,

leaving one in anticipation of more,

I think on this day,

I want it no more.

I have no fay,

As goes the lore.

Fallen angels here they lay,

remorse no more !

Rules of Conflict for Wile E. Coyote & Road Runner

Rule 1. The Road Runner cannot harm the Coyote except by going “Beep-Beep!”

Rule 2. No outside force can harm the Coyote – only his own ineptitude or the failure of Acme products.

Rule 3. The Coyote could stop anytime – if he were not a fanatic. (“A fanatic is one who redoubles his effort when he has forgotten his aim.” – George Santayana)

Rule 4. No dialogue ever, except “Beep-Beep!”

Rule 5. The Road Runner must stay on the road. (i.e. the name Road Runner)

Rule 6. All action must be confined to the southwest american desert. (natural environment of the two characters)

Rule 7. All materials, tools, weapons, or mechanical conviniences must be obtained from the Acme Corporation.

Rule 8. Whenever possible, make gravity the Coyote’s greatest enemy.

Rule 9. The Coyote is always more humiliated than harmed by his failures.

Rule 10. The audience’s sympathy must remain with the Coyote.

Wish this much order was possible in all conflicts