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Thursday, October 18, 2012

A long breath.

I havn't updated the blog in months!! 。・゚゚・(>д<)・゚゚・。
There were all these things happening
and then nothing happened.
And the then Poet's block.


What does one do in such a position?


I went into something I call "Experiencing mode."
I gather experience in this time. It an be any duration- from a few weeks to months. After I gather all the experience and I feel I'm ready to create something beautiful, I ply myself over my piece of art. It is needless to say that a mindset to create something, and not evaluate it before it's put down is what I was trying to reach for here. I'm predisposed to think and then express- mincing, sharpening, painting words to come out beautiful. For that to happen, sharpening of tools, traveling and an open mind are vital.
Recently I have seen that just words are not enough to convey the things that I experience, the feelings that drive me to express. Just words can never be enough, but nor can just pictures.  Nor can music alone do justice.
Only if we combine the mediums, there might be some chance, to do the inspiration justice.

Lately, I've been pressing forward at my skill for vocal presentation and I feel certain that there is strength in it. Writing my own songs is a bit different but singing with emotions is something that I'm perfecting.

As for writing, I find it more and more complex to go for simpler themes. It's a challenge. Then again, I should perhaps tackle my writing style from the perspective of typography. Typography has always interested me not just for the "coolness" or the external beauty that is provides to writing but it is, in itself such a grand metaphor that choosing the correct typeface can, pretty much make or break a piece.

Typographical art requires a lot more understanding of the bigger picture than poetry can in itself provide because it requires a clear and minute understanding of two mediums. What a simple comma may express in a poem is quite different when it is written using old style calligraphy.
Much to my astonishment, my affinity to ink-pens has not reduced since I started writing with ballpens because Kanji just flows better using those fine tips.Nevertheless, I would still prefer a fountain pen to any fancy looking, well advertized ball pen. Sincerely, poetry is to be written in fountain pen.

With singing, I realized what all the drama related to good singing was. Just like with my poetry, I discovered that the lines that I sang that came out "right" were all the ones that had the words tossed in with the perfect amount of feeling.

So, with this new post I will do what it takes to create something beautiful each week. The medium is not the barrier or the measure.

Monday, June 25, 2012

THE CORRS COVER!!


I love making song covers!!! ^_________^ This song is so close to my heart!
This is my cover version of The Corr's song Runaway. Enjoy! Listen and review!

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Junsu

I looked his way once.
It was like he was pulling me over
in a deepening sense of captivity;

Like a dream,
I never realized when I got here.

I couldn't just take my eyes away yet.

A smile that twisted into a smirk.
Knowing all too well what I feel.

It can't be true, can it?
So far away it is between me and you
and it burns so bright;
I am molten.

It's not even a language I understand.
I could hardly care.


It makes me wonder if it's really wrong to fall in love
with perfection.

Even though it is subjective.

It may be an illusion.
Is that what makes them so powerful?

Drowning, breath locked in my chest;
sensations rise to the consciousness
in the heart of the storm.
hardly a reaction,
something that comes from so afar.

Lust, if not love, has more than one language.
Simple enough to deliver to a starving audience.

so hard to think it's like a show that is not happening each time I replay.


Charged with an emotion so strong,
a chiselled personality in a moulded structure
a sloppy smile could rob a breath.
A sincere one could make it all the more complicated.

Who do you think of when you sing those painful deep word?                

Can it be hard to feel something you don't quite understand from a distance?
Even though it's what's sold to you,
you take in all you can.

It's not enough.
It never is.

Every moment is
this deepening sea of thought,
waves of happiness,
realization,
truth
and hope.

Who cares about this distance?
and the fact that there is no real contact.
But it is so close.

goes in with the air I breathe.

yet so far away. It can't be real.

The light and real humor that turns notes into a
cluster of stars by a large body of water.
they spread out into the water, glitter and rippling all through it.

Emotion too real,
I know when they say 'someone is a good singer'.

You can feel the emotions to your tippy toes.
And be drowned in it head first without a regret
each time.

A want to be completed without compromising;
and be just a little bit brighter at the moment,
but feel a fierce warmth that grips the heart.
Silently I will sing the meaning with tears in my eyes.

Innocence only sells in the world of adults;
the glint of a dark eye makes it all the more mature.



Painting so much of your emotion
onto colourless melodies
floating away in an unfathomable dream.
moving to a beat that hipnotizes even the stray eye;
doing what comes naturally.
It has to be natural to be this.....perfect.


(A poem written as a fan-poem for the Korean performer Xiah Junsu.)



The shape of your curved back
against the backdrop of the mirth-ridden horizon-
dripping with the sparkling dew-drops from a
breath of wind.

fingers in the metal handa,
droplets dripping off
spherical forms
on a near liquid body.

Carafe contours clothed in exquisite strands
of pristine twill
near-breathless tight lace
around a curvacious bustier.


Twirling around in lacy négligée,
it gives a touch of glamour to 
a simple sweep of the limbs.  


So passively
to watch a distant supermoon
Slip into vision
makes you crave a brilliant sun
that will never faze.