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“The Walking Dead”
…Oh how thee tooketh mine heart and grabbed it by the nut-eth! Now, I don’t know if that’s a thing – both the phrase and the word “nut-eth” – but it is now!
For mine heart is heavy… woe, woe, woe!
You Walking Dead, hath played with mine head, and thou hast single-handedly realised mine worst Walking-Dead-Fears: namely, Continue reading “Dear “The Walking Dead”…”
“Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, “Who are you?”
– Kahlil Gibran, – ‘Sand and Foam’ –
To be asked to tell you of myself, my response would be silence. This silence tells of a moment’s contemplation; a brief hesitation… Which version is it that I am selling you? For I have a choice of three approaches: one voices only the great parts of my story, whilst the other confesses the flawed and undesired elements. Only when paired together, does the truth truly reveal itself as the third and final “whole”… Continue reading “The Great + The Flawed = The Truth”
Life – like clockwork – keeps on going. But time is also the gift that brings peace of mind by healing pain from old wounds, and strengthening eyes to bring forth perspective.
Often, mistakes are the fall that helps us dodge the bullet, but we are too busy tending the scrapes on our knees to notice the chaos we escaped. Continue reading “The Power of Perspective”
We all concern ourselves a bit too much with what others think of us, and not enough on those we love the most.
I say “us” and I say “we”, but above all I mean “I” and I mean “me”.
I guess that in this instant, I chose to generalise at the expense of the few… or perhaps the many. All I know is that this holds true for me, so perhaps for you too… Continue reading ““Ohana means Family””
“THE BFG” movie,
These words are my own, from my heart flow: I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…
Ok so they aren’t my words exactly, but Natasha Bedingfield’s song served as a suitable (albeit random) surrogate…
Because I love you, you friendly sir.
So, what to say…? Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?— No no, let’s deviate from Shakespeare. Thou shall not possess my pen! – Be gone with you *exit scene* Continue reading “Dear Spielberg’s “The Big Friendly Giant””
Cupid shot me with his musical, note-shaped arrow.
With a tip spiked in song, the direct shot pierced my heart, filling my body with a sweet symphony that ceaselessly sings to me everywhere I go.
But this special arrow came with a bitter sorrow; a slow releasing poison tainting the bloodstream from which it feeds on. Continue reading “Cupid’s Chokehold”
I feel foolish singing your praise, because there’s nothing I could say that would be right. You render me speechless… In the words of your creator Gibran, I have “seen the Unseen, and been filled.”
All the words that I fail to articulate, could have been read from my face from the moment I first read your words… and that’s truly the mark of greatness.
You’ve already taken me someplace new and stirred something deep within me, and I haven’t even finished hearing what you have to say! I don’t want this book to end but I can’t keep myself from reading it. I fear that in one sitting I will finish you; but as tempted as I am to devour you whole, I want to savour your every word.
You’ve been inscribed from the fountain of genius. Continue reading “Dear Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet””