Idioms #1

Many people are always "Looking Forward" to good things, I think that this is because they worry too much about the not-so-good things...

From time to time try "Looking Forward" to your future...

and worry about nothing.

Hematite

Some people call you a common ore.

I don't care.

You are inherently strong,

Periodically you show the world how strong you can be.

I hope that one day you will be mine..

My 26Female

Limited Addition

We are all ExtraOrdinary.

Some of us are extraordinary, others are extra ordinary.

You might think that I am extraordinary, others might think that I am extra ordinary.

Whatever we think, whatever we do,

We are always ExtraOrdinary

fəʊnî:m

Thîs ɪ'lu:ʒən ɪ'lu:ds ɪlə'streɪʃən

Read between the lines

î i î

You won't see a duck or a rabbit.

You won't see a vase or a face.

You won't see Jesus, even îf you stare.

î i i

a fĵu: pɔɪnts həv bi:n əb'skjʊrd tu: prə'tekt ĵɔ aɪʒ

Punch-Drunk Love (Unhealthy Relationship)

Loving me is killing you.

I love you just as you are.

You say that you love me, if only you felt the same way when you were sober..

Loving me is killing you.

T ale nt?

Talent that is restricted by lack of knowledge, focus, practice, and/or direction is a powerful thing.

Apply this to whatever you want.

Love is... Blind

I just read that there are no pain receptors in the retina.

All this time I convinced you and myself that seeing you two together didn't hurt me... When actually I just couldn't see or feel it.

Ignorance is bliss and realisation is well, the opposite.

Love might not actually be blind but my love for you is blinding me.

Where are you?

Failings as a Teacher #1

I told her that her life lacked substance, now she is addicted to caffeine, nicotine, cocaine, and samba.

Uni Que?

Why is unique always seen as better or more valuable? It's amazing to me that certain things can be worlds apart and be (almost) exactly the same.. Like they have been separated - two halves, four quarters, five fifths..

Apply this to whatever you want.

Epilogue

"So, why are you selling? asked the voice on the other end of the phone. "They are just too big" replied Paul. "They take up too much space, they are heavy, and I'm fed up of explaining what they are and why I have them".

He paused.

The signal from his mobile phone caused the familiar 'dadada, dadada, dadada duh' interference noise to hiss from his television speakers. Startled, Paul added " I need a quick sale, I have an important meeting in a few days and I need a fresh start".. he exhaled.. "clear my mind y'know?"

"Hmm..." pondered the voice on the other end of the phone. "Sold".

Over the next few days Paul bgan to notice many differences. His life became much easier. His everyday routine became more and more efficient; Wake up, breakfast, work, lunch, work, pub/solitary drink, home, dinner, sleep.. After a while Paul found that he did not even have to think about what he ws doing. Nobody looked at him strangely anymore. Nobody asked him 'annoying' questions. His days were monotonous relaxed, and his evenings uneventful calm.

The day of Paul's 'Important meeting' came.

"Right then" said a man with a blue striped shirt and a pink tie. "Just one more question and then I think we can wrap up the interview" Paul stared thoughtfully at the man's tie then replied "Excellent, fire away".

"Ok" responded the man, adjusting his tie. "Here at (blank), we like to associate ourselves with creative people". "We aren't scared to think outside of the box". "Tell me Paul, what are your dreams and aspirations?"

Paul paused for a long time..

"Erm.. I.." He paused again. "I don't have any".

"Ha", the man smiled a smile which soon turned into a frown after it was confronted by a blank expression.

"Oh, that's interesting" said the man in the striped blue shirt and pink tie, "Why not?"

Paul paused again. He remembered the voice on the other end of the phone. He remembered the sound of the interference, now mocking, taunting.. laughing?

The voice echoed inside his head.

"So, why are you selling?"


From 'The Man Who Sold His Dreams'

16/06/09

Super Terminal Velocity

Apparently, Some raindrops can travel at 'Super Terminal' velocity..

My Raindrop. You give life to the earth. You quench my thirst.

We both fell at the same time..






But You hit the ground first.

11/06/09

My Bird

My Bird ain't got any feathers

Still, She can fly.

My Bird don't tweet or chirp

Still, She sings the most beautiful songs.

My Bird ain't got a cage

Still, She is with me when I need her.

She is my Bird,

I am her Fella.

28/05/09

Photosynthesis

Everyday, a young girl sat under a little lemon tree to draw. One day the little lemon tree said to the girl "Hey, why do you come and sit with me every day?"

The girl looked up at the tree and said "Well, you must know what photosynthesis is, right...?"...

"Yes" said the little lemon tree "I use the light from the sun to change H20 and CO2 into O2"...

"Technically", replied the girl, still concentrating on her drawing, "You absorb the goodness of the raindrops, and the toxic carbon dioxide and change it into oxygen, allowing the people around you to breathe..."

"OK..." prompted the little lemon tree… The girl stopped drawing and said "Don't you see, my little lemon tree" she paused, "You truly are my source of in-spiration"...

26/06/09

Inspiration?

What a ‘Romantic word'

On the 20/06/09, I drove to Avebury with some friends for the Summer Solstice.

“Inspiration” from the Summer Solstice. The sun is rising, and, I have this ‘divine urge’ to write and draw. Standing under the same tree where JRR Tolkien sat and got inspiration for ‘The Lord of the Rings’

What a ‘Romantic scenario’?

Yes.

Did I produce anything?

No.

I experienced a kind of ‘anticipated’ or ‘expected’ sense of inspiration, which, failed to produce anything but a huge anti-climax.

Today, I decided to try and strip away the romanticism and concentrate on the word.

My own personal meaning.

Spiration is the act of breathing.

Using this rationale, I could say that Inspiration comes from our willingness, our ability to breath (subconsciously or consciously), to live, to survive, to fight, to work.

It comes from doing something that is extremely important to us, and is, metaphorically speaking (or maybe not), ‘A matter of life and death’ – We can’t survive in our role without it, whether that role is living, writing, drawing, photography, philosophy, playing sports, or anywhere you find yourself ☺