Thursday, November 11, 2004

Unnamed, Unfinished, 16/11/04-17/11/04

16/11/04:
Human Warmth is what I need,
Sitting here by the comps at Leeds
Watching friends & the world go round
as i do the work to which i am bound

A train of thought I do not have
I am drained till there's nothing left
my friends and work to keep me sane
but they do nothing to keep away pain

17/11/04:
A day has past and I am back
writing stupid rhymes that meaning lack
Listening to lectures but not hearing
Looking at slides but not seeing.

Emotionless and blank and cold as well
I sit in a lecture and wait for the bell
I am so exhausted that I could slip
within a few seconds into a deep sleep.

Found on 9/6/06 while packing, scribbled on some lecture notepaper.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

May you dream

02/09/04

May you dream happy dreams for the whole of this night
If sad thoughts come near do try to fight
Do not think of me leaving for hurt it might
But when love comes in the future, please hang on tight.

May you dream of memories that are a joy,
Your favourite activities or a fond toy,
Do not think too much, leave responsibilities be,
Live your life as a scout should, a life pure and free.

May you dream of scouting, the past and the future,
Of expeditions and kemborees, or a great campfire
3 years over yonder, a scout you’ll still be
whereabout I will wander, I cannot forsee

28/09/04
While I wish you the best for all of your dreams
My own comes not in happy themes
Bittersweet they are, my dream of you,
For the memories always leave me numb and blue.

Sunday, August 01, 2004

Written before august 2004

Unknown

May you dream of fairy tales with its castles and all
With knights and squires and towers standing tall
May you dream of a princess who is in love with thee,
As I dream, in my slumber of a prince who loves me.

May the prince bear your name as the princess bears mine
May the friendship develop and slowly, love bind.
In the years, over yonder, we know not what may,

But I am content with this tale on this hot stuffy day

I want to be a ghost

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