Infanteer.

Man On The Side, By John Mayer

Six numbers, one more to dial
Before I’m before you
I tried to call, your busy all night
Gave up waiting at daylight
Excuse me Mrs. Busybody
Could you pencil me in when you can?
Though we both know the worst part about it
Is I would be free when you wanted me
If you wanted me

Ooooh I am the man on the side
Hoping you’ll make up your mind
I am the one who will swallow his pride
Life as the man on the side

One of the many
One of the few
To stand back and wait for you
Excuse me Mrs. Busybody
Could you pencil me in when you can?
Though we both know that the worst part about it
Is I would be free when you wanted me
If you wanted me, if you wanted me

I am the man on the side
Hoping you’ll make up your mind
I am the one who will swallow his pride
Life as the man on the side
Life as the man on the side

I fell in love with the dream that I built of you
Playing the part of the Queen
Taking my own advice
I’m giving up tonight
Good luck to you and the King…

Excuse me Mrs. Busybody
Could you pencil me in when you can?
Thought we both know that the worst part about it
Is I would be free when you wanted me
If you wanted me, if you wanted me

I am the man on the side
Hoping you’ll make up your mind
I am the one who will swallow his pride
Life as the man, you know
Life as the man, living life as the man on the side

This song nearly made me cry last night. Been trying to learn and play it with almost the same intensity as ‘Comfortable’. But I always seem to hit a dead-end. “Slow Dancing..” helps with the emotional release. But this song is the song that will get the tears flowing.

That will be good. I haven’t shed a tear in the longest time. Even guys need to cry sometimes, especially when their fists are bloody and tired.

Keep Walking.

When Things Got Too Good In My Head.

Morning run in the rain. Got seriously hooked. Came back. Stood at the door just… thinking. Pondering. Shrugged.

Grabbed my bike and back into the rain for me. 😀

Now that I’m dry and awake, and so is my bike (can’t say the same for my shoes, though), I can finally think.

Ctrl A. Delete.

Twist

Wild plains, burning yellow bright.
Tongues of flaming grasses
Stretch far beyond my sight.
Glowing golden red in Sun’s dying light.

A blot against the fading sky,
Minute wings of a sable curse.
The winds utter an audible sigh,
The creature’s passing, leaving, terse.

No noise, no movement. Not a stir.
Everything ceases. Comes to a standing still.
Not even the rustle of dried fur on dried fur,
Of the staring predator over his blooded kill.

Death steps forward. His beginning, an end.
A passing, a change. From one state to another,
Of Time, Matter, and the other stuffs he will bend.
His voice they will hear above all else, in the dark as they stutter.

The tears of the heaven’s fall,
Wept by unnumbered angels in sable black.
Minstrels of Night, layering wightly songs in her hall,
A home of little comfort, where sorrow will know no lack.

And yet, the stars still gleam above.
Wheeling high in Night’s despite,
Guiding the lost and the forlorn, in hatred and in love,
Never far beyond thy mortal being, this hallowed light.

That is where i found myself in rest,
In turmoiled rest with little peace.
Turning within my troubled nest,
Haunted by the wolf in the lamb’s fleece.

Dream layer upon dream,
Dreams of love and love lost,
Dreams of descending, falling, slipping through the seam,
I screamed rejection, until my voice broke hoarse.

Day broke over the wild plains.
But I was no longer there.

Stand.

Guitar strings in the rain,
Gently twinging, alone.
No fingertips to guide it along,
No relief to assuage the pain.

I will cry for strength,
Because my will is mine.

On The Train

Subway dreams, swiftly rushing past
Quickly dying away.
I can scarce remember one, they never last,
Before the next begins to turn night into day.

Update This.

I don’t know if it’s just me… but..

Check out Howie Day’s MV for ‘Say’. There’s this part where he gets stung by a bee, and the face he makes while trying his best not to express pain is… CLASSIC. xD

Feeling a still level of peace. Went for a bike ride just now, just practicing bunny hopping and messing around with the road a little, studied, and watched HIMYM. Moved on to Season 4 as it is. I’m getting through my stash WAY too fast. Not good. Lucky thing i have a few more things up my sleeve.

Going to book in soon. It feels like i’m going home. A bit weird I know, and it does show that i can’t move on easily. But I don’t really care. It’s not the service i’m going to miss so much. It’s all the people i met along the way. The great guys, and the assholes as well. They coloured the portrait of this chapter.

I wonder what RSM is going to say about my hair.

I should start typing my draft. Could be any time soon.

Awake

Oh memory sweetly stirring!,
Rising forth from slumber cold.
Rising forth within the night growing old,
My eyes unwittingly, unknowingly, steadily tearing.

The slow chisel and the non-chalant stone,
Sit, used, away from the warmth of welcome,
The memory that reminds me of times spent alone,
Silent days drowned in copious rum.

God-willing, I will never lose sight of you,
The only star in my sable dusk.
The only reason playing a tune subtle true,
Clouded in Time with essence of musk.

I might be making a mistake by waking,
But I cannot live in a dream, forever wondering.

What To Do

Your light has dimmed,
A bonfire blaze to a candle’s subtle glow.
It brings grief and tears that will never flow,
A bleeding heart with blood that never slows.

Strife

A lonely fire burning low,
Into embers slowly dying,
Beneath a glade of ‘utumn stricken trees,
With the wind a-gently sighing.

The river pure and surely rushing
Into stones silently standing.
A blade of gleaming white in silver moonlight,
A brooch on the cloak of Night.

Time is slowly passing,
Drifting by, steadily flapping.
The stars they shine tonight,
Beacons on world’s far from sight.

My world, my life,
This world on an edged knife.
But there’s peace at the hilt,
For I still wear a kilt.

I Am Not Here

I stood there.
I don’t know how long.
With my steed upon my thigh,
And my mind rankling with a sigh.

Sweat ran down my back,
The stink of exertion folding in my helmet.
The burn of the push; The knowledge of the lack
Slowly slinking away.

I wasn’t there.
My soul numbed down.
Sleeping perhaps? Resting
On a cloud of nowhere.