At The Fallen Axis (Part 2 : The Prose of Autumn)

If I'm building a bridge, it's because I want our souls to meet.
I'll make my own chances and I'll take it with all the risks.
For if our love is a parallel, I'll bend myself to curve just to meet your path.
For I will love you till your cup runs over.
Overflowing till you're drowning but I will keep your head above the waters.
I'll give you my breath for you always take it anyway.

DASH (Anthem For The 32nd)

We didn't make it to heaven
For the angels would be jealous
For they are perfect, bright and even
And all we have are beautiful scars and callous.

No, we didn't make it to heaven
For we've got broken hearts to prove
And angels - they don't need improvement
They just adore their every move.

And though we didn't make it in heaven
We turn ugly mistakes into a beautiful masterpiece
We fall more than seven times and seven
But we still walk with the burdens on our shoulders and make it look like a pair of wings.

We can never make it to heaven
For we are dark outside and darker inside
Only our hearts own a light piercing through breathing
And only love could cure our sights.

And we will never make it to heaven
For we fall and let things go that easy
We miss but never want it in the end
For there's something so beautiful in autumn that only humans can see.

Humans are never meant in heaven
For ours is a tragic story only beautifully crafted
And scars are like tattoos that has deeper meanings
Some are even left untold after we departed.

And we were not made for heaven
For we choose to walk on earth
Dirty feet and chasing haven
Doomed from birth.

Our lives are not meant in heaven
For we go where angels dare not fly
They eternally exist while we just continue living
Holding the moment soon will pass by.

And I didn't make it to heaven
But I will make sure that every scars will look beautiful
For I will leave it blank and hanging...
For...

Fairies of the Linux

It could have been a perfect crime
But I refused to be a perfect victim
But then justice is blind
The lies began to look like the truth as it seems.

Sweet words from the mouth of the criminal
While angst came from mine
How can I utter sweet words when I'm the one who have been aggravated
And your words are poison lurking in a glass of wine.

But I will refuse to be the perfect victim of injustice
I will stand up tall in spite of a losing battle
A war inside covered by a wall of peace
But I'll be guarding my ground with a sword underneath my girdle.

P.s.
You can look me straight to the eyes NOT because you're sincere...
BUT because you're EXPERT in lying.

Your Life is A Playlist

A friend of mine tagged me on a post regarding what album made a lasting impression on you. The artist and the album that greatly influenced you and cultivated the person you are today. But only 1 album per artist.
So it's kinda' hard since most of my favorite artists got a lot of great albums as well.
So here's my lists and the reason why they're on it.

1.The Beatles : Rubber Soul

At the early age of four I was already a fan of the Beatles. My dad would usually play their songs every morning before he goes to work, and I would just sit on our couch and listen to it and get mesmerized on how good they were. John Lennon was my greatest music hero. The first time I heard their song "Fool on a Hill", I was so stunned of how deep the song was and I was inspired to write my first song at the age of four (and yes nobody knows about it, not until now). I started playing the guitar by the age of 9 because of the Beatles. The first song I've learned to play with my guitar was "Let It Be". Everything about music in my life started with the Beatles. From writing songs to playing the guitar, to my views in life and how to live it... I guess I've said enough of the Beatles. So they deserve to be on top of my list.

2. John Denver: Greatest Hits
3. Bread: Greatest Hits

I was a country music lover until "teenage angst brigade" started to hit me. The reason why I dumped playing the piano and started with guitar. Oh! yes, I remember how I begged my dad to buy me a guitar when I was in 4th grade and trying my best to reason out why I can't play the piano. It's just not my thing. And when I finally got my guitar on my 9th birthday, I think that was the coolest thing that I've got from my dad. I can't thank him enough for supporting my passion.

4. The Eagles : Greatest Hits

By the time I got so mesmerized by the intro of "Hotel California", I can already guess the chords of songs by just listening to it. The Eagles, for me, is a transition from my love to country music to finally falling to rock genre.

5. Matchbox 20 : Mad Season
6. Greenday : Nimrod

Highschool years was when alternative / rock music was budding every where. The genre of my generation. Though pop music was also popular back then and boybands were also topping the music charts, that "teenage angst" as what I call it, started kicking in and my rebel side was diverting my attention from my studies to my one-man band. I would cut classes and hang out somewhere to play music. Yes, my rebel side.

7. Linkin Park : Hybrid Theory

"Just one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break" the anthem of my senior year.
Senior year. Everybody was busy applying for college while I was still undecided of what to do. I no longer wanted to go to college at that time. All I wanted to be was to become a rock star. But I don't know where to start and my dad was already mad at me for not taking my college applications seriously. "But in the end it doesn't even matter". I was forced to enter in to pre-Med school.

8. Coldplay :A Rush of Blood to the Head

"Truth hurts" is the phrase to describe their music. That melancholic sound and deep lyrics that soothes your mood. College then, was turning into a nightmare and music was the sole shadow that comforts me. Dark but comforting enough to know that you are not alone even though you are really alone.


9. Jars of Clay : Much Afraid
10. Switchfoot : The Beautiful Let Down
For my ups and downs, their songs are my safe haven. Like a salvation or a redeeming songs from all of my mistakes. Dark and enlightening all at the same time.

the Art of Poignancy

Here is a poignant truth... 

Some lyrics, even though how beautiful each and every line, are not meant to become a SONG.

 
Because they are meant to be just a POETRY.

Beautiful lyrics without a tune. 

It's not that a melody might ruin it, it is just that, sometimes, the words are so beautiful enough that it no longer needs another half... it is whole by itself.

Like a Beautiful Lyrics that no longer needs a Melody. It is perfect on its own... Just a POETRY.  

And yes, the last post was not meant to become a song, NOT because it is beautiful enough...

...it just lack an inspiration.

At the Fallen Axis

There's something so beautiful that could only be found in a process where pain is an active ingredient. Like that strings on your guitar when you stretch it from pole to pole and tighten it to bring out the RIGHT tune and create that harmony called music.

And yes, I drew a line on every angle of my heart and "crossed my heart and hoped to die" never to cross it. And I would say, yes, there were times when I almost got into the borderline but that was all the risk that I could do... to stand on the borderline, on the verge of stepping outside but never really made it.

It is one thing to be scared of and another thing to be rational and logical. When you try to stop yourself from doing something you think is wrong is NOT an act of cowardice but just rational and logical.

And not because you finally jumped across that line means you lose your fear... FEAR can NEVER be LOST it CAN ONLY BE OVERCOME.

And the sad thing about overcoming fears is that sometimes it is not courage that we found, we just became forgetful of the consequences after.

So when is the risk worth taking?

Cause I will cross that line and jump on the verge for you if I know you will catch me... or if you haven't landed there yet, then maybe we could jump together and land with me on the ground unbroken, and if we ever be broken upon landing, then collect the broken pieces with me, and if the broken pieces cut our hands, then let's hold each other's hands until our wounds heal, and if scars be there, I swear, I would rather see your scars even if all in the world is perfect.

But like the sun that shines... yeah, I am YELLOW.

So I'll just be GREEN with envy to the one who is not scared to hold you.