Under the moonlight

A nomad runs on the shells and sand

A parachute starts descent and prepares to land

Plastic matter corrupting the earth

Hush lil baby you create your worth

Why is monday blue?

Instead of being new

Why do we dance, you and I on broken glass?

Come on, it could last.

But would you wince

If i didnt meet you since

Those days under the moonlight

When all was still

like the water and our will

when the moonlight rippled the ocean floor

How is it that friends become strangers?

How does one sense danger

I could lie to you and tell you its better this way

Agree with you because i must

Even pretend to not put you first

But you would catch me

Under the moonlight...when you see me cleary and I am mesmerized

The starfish on the sand....

prove on earth, alas the stars land

Our story is fairy tale

Powerful as the sea and the gale

We aren't weak , but distracted

My brain finds you...looks for your image...

Under the moonlight your aura has spillage

How do I contain?

How do I preserve?

Moonlight dances

The stupid heart prances

For tonight we are not kings and queens

We are vagabonds...our foolish hearts wandering.

And under this moonlight I crash and fall

Holding unto sands and shells et all

and as I lay under this moonlight

and as the waves graze my skin

and sea shells give me the silent sea's call

I'm reminded once more ....of the magic of it all.

This moonlight beckons

my craziness justified....it reckons .

Harry Potter- The boy who's special?

Recently someone asked me whats so special about Harry?

Others have also wondered out loud. Time and time again through the 7 books that have created history...a lot of my friends have asked me whats so great about this guy? Why is he the main character. He's not like a big guy , he's like this scrawny lil kid who out of pure dumb luck survives the relentless murderous pursuit of a wizard who is so dark and feared that people won't dare speak his name. Voldemort himself said these things aloud in the graveyard in HP and the Goblet of Fire. He himself credited his most formidable opponent as someone with no special qualities.

Usually the most prominent character or the protagonist of any book/ sitcom/ movie is portrayed as-

Really good looking (a certain sparkly vampire and former potter cast member comes to mind) or dangerous and mysterious (Batman) or invulnerable and larger than life (superman) or incredibly cool (spidey) or extremely rich (iron man) and so on and so forth.

What then was Harry's draw?

Harry was definitely not the best at magic in his class. That was Hermione .

The reason why Harry Potter as a character is fascinating for me is because he struggles under the immense pressure of constant expectations, unparalleled fame since when he was a baby for a feat he had little to nothing to do with and death hovering over his head .

He still somehow manages to appreciate the small things in life that all of us take for granted-

Family & Friendship

School

Home

and kindness

Harry is special mind you. He is the most appropriate protagonist because he has the most heart. The strongest presence of mind and a ridiculous power of will which i believe is also one of the reasons he is able to conjure one of the most powerful patronuses there are which on one occasion fought off a 100 dementors. His presence of mind in difficult situations is what sets him apart. He may not be the smartest, but he is definitely most resourceful when backed into a corner. A boy who has been subjected to various trauma and handed fame that he did not care for yet somehow finds the time to find happiness in simply spending time with his best mates. He doesn't dwell on the past nor does he waste time feeing sorry for himself. Sure his past haunts him...but more often than not it further motivates him. His bravery and his choices are what make him the ideal hero. His choice to not go after the elder wand and instead go after thr horcruxes is something I find admirable. Even though Ron Weasely keeps prodding and insisting that they go after the wand he says they should get to the horcruxes first. Driven by duty. Clearly

He is also an extremely able leader. The way he orchestrates Dumbledore's army is admirable. He is also pretty darn good at dueling mind you. Well above average. A fantastic flyer and seeker and that everyone knows. He is an average kid at the end of the day who may not be the best of the best...but has more heart, more will, more courage, more sense of right and justice than any other character. He maintains a perfect balance between being practical and yet just. Usually the two do not go hand in hand. He even makes the ultimate sacrifice for the people he loves. His ability to deduce things (may be not as technically good as hermione) is quite amazing.

Harry Potter may not be an Edward Cullen. But in my book he's more hero and special than fang boy could ever hope to be.

We could all learn a thing or two from Harry... Like when life seems bad, gloomy and unfair...remember that there is always hope for happiness...

EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!!!!

Unforgiven

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too.

Ladies and Gents- 'The Bird'

So listen up ladies...there's this situation thats come to my attention...rather has been brought to my attention. Its a little disturbing and I am told that only I can fix it. This observation comes from the lazies who like to pass the responsibility / buck.

I suppose its easy for people to assume..that I will undoubtedly take up the cause.

String on my cape and swoop to the rescue.

But heres an interesting fact. I have my own crisis.

Well I'm glad. I don't need a superhero to come pull my butt outta the pan. I have accepted the responsibility for my own resurrection.

The subject around who this particular issue deals with... has in the past indulged in the same reckless , ignorant pursuit. Well wouldn't blame the subject. It's difficult being stupid. I know..... I've been stupid.

The world looks like a massive playground with innumerable toys and merry go around's to play with. tsk. The stupid folk do not realize that the board which says 'private property' is lying flat on the wet grass with muddy footprints of kids all upon it. Well just cause its knocked over doesn't mean it don't exist cause believe you me...somebody's gonna be wielding a shotgun while blurting colorful nothings and perhaps tripping over the first step of their trailer park van in the process.

Lets just put it this way... I might be able to fix it. But fuck... I've done it before and paid for it. Sticking my nose where it don't belong. The thin grease of shit I contracted while pulling back still stinks. Blech. So yeh like I said I got my own shit and the cape ladies and gents lately has done nothing but chocked me. So while I gasp for my breath and watch the ridiculous situation unfolding in front of me.... I for a fleeting moment am tempted or perhaps was tempted to ride my white horse with my sword swinging in my steady hands. But ......but ......but.... for the sake of my own sanity...well being...peace of mind.........

I'm a sit this one out bitches.

Little things

Boy u got some nerve throwing ur bling around....

Hey my ears they hear...a rather peaceful sound...

I want one of those you know..those things that sparkle...

I pledge to you to now...I'll be the best. Better than the rest. My undying quest.

Kanye West wants bling in his teeth..

That Hilton girl has pearls in sheet...

New York has the buildings

L.A. has the clubs

My want however is little..

You know I want one of those...

You're in your beamer cruising around

Do you see the dreamer laying still on the ground

or is the bright light too blinding

In your ivory tower you are hiding...

My needs are very scarce...

I want one of those you know..

Those things that shine....

My world so grey

Your morning ray

Your life that you are living

What is it that you're giving...

I want one of those you know..

those things that save..

The ones that remain..

Have you figured it out?

Do I have to shout?

Is my voice at all piercing?

You know those things that I want in life...

Aren't they worth keeping......?

I want one of those you know...the things that stay...

The ones that hold your hand... keep storms at bay.

Then and Now

I don't think I have ever had unrealistic expectations.

But yes I suppose each dreamer and fool would say the same thing

On very rare occasions have I let myself go. I did so in front of people who I thought could take me.

I think I've come to the conclusion that I must be a rather difficult person. More messed up than I would like to have been. My problems may not be the worst of the lot..no I'm not claiming that at all.

I think only I can really live with myself. Theres just no logic otherwise. Some people I've lost..I've lost in spite of loving them completely. Theres gotta be an explanation or may be there is none.

This post is not for pity. So don't offer any. This is perhaps a post of acceptance that the kid inside me needed to accept, the same kid who sat on a particular Saturday, content with an ice cream cone on a warm summer day hoping that if he looked outside the window with enough intensity that he would eventually make it snow. Life is just not what I thought it would be all those years ago...But I guess like everyone else I'm looking for strength every day to accept life for whatever it is and whatever it will be. One day at a time and then of course there is always hope.

I guess simply put

It never did snow, but I learn't to enjoy the ice-cream.

15 minutes to October

September !! What a month.

The amount of posts I've put up would give out the impression that I am a prolific writer.

I don't know If I would accept that accusation.

But I do know this...never before have I written so much, about so many different things at such great frequency and such intensity.

I surprised myself. September totally dominated my Blog man. The other months got owned!

There could be several reasons for this. None of which I am comfortable discussing with you.

But know this ...its not that I've found a new muse...its probably that I lost an old one.

My rubbish only makes sense to me most of the time...I'm not sure why some of you even bother reading what I write. But If I were a third person and this were someone else's blog then I'd have read it . But yeh I'm a lil nuts like that.

So there's barely enough time for this month to end. The month of inspiration should I call it?

Naw too dramatic. The month of psycho babble at its best perhaps. An applause for all events that led to my burst in 'creativity' and cheers to all of you who decided to read my rants.

Only one thing comes to mind...October is a screwed bitch. How the hell is it gna man up and take it to September?? Oh well I'll worry about that tomorrow.

or in about four minutes. anyhoo this is the last bit for sept 2010. Quite a month you've been

My words owe ya gratitude. The rest of the year can wait.