Friday 7 December 2012

City of Mojojo

CITY OF MOJOJO

It is not my best drawing because I'm not a good artist at all when it comes to draw.
However, drawing is one of the things I could do when I got bored in the office.
By using paper which is no longer used I draw the picture below; perhaps you still could see the line which is used to be a table and some typed words. 
I don't know why I dedicated this drawing for Mojojo, he is just flying to my mind and instantly it becomes my favorite character because he brought me back to the time when watching cartoon is the most activity I looked forward to during holiday.


One Sunday Morning



One Sunday morning I met your eyes 
Your coolest wise and then your smiles
And the next morning I saw you and your lot
In the school parking lot you seemed alone in the riot

Tuesday’s a sunniest day ever in my life
We’re shaking hands and then I knew your name
Wednesday I knew that you know I’m alive
Not just hoping like a nerdy lame

Thursday I knew that you’re a least talker
Chewing over your answer for so long
Ending it up doubting your own words
Hei love on Friday I were waiting for your answer

Saturday the worst weekend I had
You said no as the answer
The late I tried to get you out of my head
But you there as my dream weaver

This Sunday morning now I’m meeting your eyes
Still with your coolest wise though without your smile
And in this morning you’re not with your lot
There a fake Barb in your arm with a damn stupid smile 

Monday 26 November 2012

Repost: How I Go by Yellowcard



I could tell you the wildest of tales
My friend, the giant and traveling sales
Tell you all the times that I failed
The years all behind me the stories exhaled

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall
Who said life's a circus and so we are small
Tell you of a girl that I saw
I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I'm drying out, crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now, lay me down
And let these waters flow, flow

Son, I am not everything
You thought that I would be
But every story I have told
Is part of me

You keep the air in my lungs
Floating along as a melody comes
And my heart beats like Timpani drums
Keeping the time while a symphony strums

And I'm drying out, crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now, lay me down
And let these waters flow, flow
Let it flow, let it flow

Son, I am not everything
You thought that I would be
But every story I have told
Is part of me

Son, I leave you now
But you have so much more to do
And every story I have told
Is part of you

Sunday 25 November 2012

Repost: Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Having a Coke with You is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, IrĂșn, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
Or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
Partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
Partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
Partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
It is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
As solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
In the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
Between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

And the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
You suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
Except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
Which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
And the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
Just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
At a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
And what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
When they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
Or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse

It seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
Which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

Friday 23 November 2012

That You Love Me As Well



When I’m staring at the moon light
In the dark night along with the pole stars
I feel like whole of my life is longing
To meet the half part of my lovely soul and heart

Now I’m just getting it into my head
That’s you are all that I’ve had
But all that I could get
It’s hard for you to say
The three magic spells
That you love me as well

Thursday 22 November 2012

Coming from the Same Past



I’ve been waiting for so long
I’ve been searching all alone
Just to be with you
With some broken hearts and tears
With sadness and miseries
I know one day I’ll find you

Thousand paths to take
Thousand lost to face
Finally I meet you
Many gates I’ve entered
Many doors that have been closed
To lead me close to you

Now I’ve found you love
Now you’ve found me love
Now we have found who to trust
You just stole my heart 
When you say my name
And all sadness goes away

Thousand miles that break us
Thousands time that had passed
That don’t even bother us
Coz we’re coming from the same past

I’ve been waiting for so long
I’ve been searching all alone
With some broken hearts and tears
With sadness and miseries
Thousand paths to take
Thousand lost to face
Finally I meet you

Many gates I’ve entered
Many doors that have been closed
To lead me close to you

Traveling to the Past



Traveling to the past…
Is either like happy seeing an old friend
And happy dragging him to his end

Traveling to the past…
Will bring you a good story to tell
And will give you the memory to expel

Traveling to the past…
Kind of dim to light on
Or film to burn on

Traveling to the past…
Likes the two-sided coin 
Undivided until the last

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