tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23870009733173809512024-03-14T20:47:05.657+03:00The CanisterAy Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-15489913444877894972024-03-13T18:44:00.056+03:002024-03-14T20:46:18.821+03:00Makaber<p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Kein Laber, ohne Aber</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Meine Hautfarbe ist nicht makaber</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Der Lust zum Frust, nur Sonnenschutz, selektive Verfassungsnutz<br /> Brauche Wasser, damit ich richtig putz'<br /><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Kein Bieten, nur Verbieten</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Wie sollen wir eine Wohnung mieten?</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span></span><span><span>Kein Ende, </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span>die Illusion einer Zeitwende</span></span></span><span>.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Antisemitismus, zirkulärer Rhythmus<br />Diese Kollektivschuld, ein Schild ohne Huld<br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>Alles </span>muss, nicht kann, klassischer Rassismus</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>Du sagst </span>ohne Klarheit: wir nehmen Deine Arbeit</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Wer bietet sie an?<br />(Ich habe gehört: Es macht frei)</i><br /><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Weniger Kohle, noch weniger Rolle</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Bürokratie plus Tyrannei minus Anarchie, nur Ironie</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Alles für ein Aufenthaltklopapier<br /><i>Entschuldigung Sie bitte,</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Sind wir nicht menschlich genug für die Rechte hier?</i><br /><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>Im Süden geboren, </span>aufgewachsen in jahrhundertelang <span style="text-align: left;">Nördlichen</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>Erschreckung, Einschüchterung</span>, Erpressung</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Kein Laber, ohne Aber</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Meine Hautfarbe ist nicht makaber.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />eng:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">No reservation, without reservation</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">My skin colour isn't macabre</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Just solar protection, selective Constitutional provisions</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Lust for Frustration - I need some water to that I can </span></p><br /><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p>Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-90089471312333916392023-02-25T03:22:00.018+03:002023-02-25T09:56:07.814+03:00wisps of ethereal whispers<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-6471f1b4-7fff-446b-6090-e1398db26eee" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-6471f1b4-7fff-446b-6090-e1398db26eee" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">panging plentiful purity, purging putrid polypropylene</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">embracing embers emanate, enunciate, engulf, emancipate</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">preaching penance, primordial prehistoric premonitions</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“do phoenixes arise from dinosaurian ashes?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ritual retributions journal jurassic jurisdictions</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">forlorn forgotten forsaken fair folk Fae</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">rights undressed and bathed</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">boldly bravely becoming unwrong</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">lords and lordesses gather to throng</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">unwinding unceremoniously attempting to unbelong</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">along comes a khaki lathi asking you to move along</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">bend down a knee and pray they say</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">why not conform?</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">it’s just around the corner, barely a furlong</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">remember all that you once used to praise and worship</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">renovated a momentary lapse ago through the papal warship</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p>Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-84223614783513310602023-01-23T18:05:00.029+03:002023-02-25T07:05:06.433+03:00Priorities<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-6fd7e313-7fff-4b11-a099-a911bfaad368" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You stare at your thousand dollar screen</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I gaze into abysses of oceans azure and forests untamed</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sea spray and mountain mist engulfing my beard and body</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The blazing sun caressing my face and forehead</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You hop between glass and concrete temples radiating air conditioning</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I hop from muddy banks to raggedy rocks</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bathed in frost, grime and sweat eclipsed by the mighty mountains</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You dream of riding around town in a convertible with your booming bass blasting</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I long for riding in the back of a lorry lined with sacks and hay</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sun tanned, throat parched, thirst for the rustic countryside partly quenched</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You sip your pumpkin spiced latte, worried about your Gap shirt getting crumpled</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I sip my roadside chai, beaming as its warmth envelops my toes in tattered shoes</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Embracing me from within, holding me close in cahoots with the pouring rain</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The earthen scent rising up and taking over my senses</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The amber liquid caresses and cleanses</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But we are not so different, you and I </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just wayfaring strangers trying to make the most of our existences</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Escaping within otherworldly distractions and diligences</span></span></span></p>Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-14366247598657432962019-01-16T21:30:00.003+03:002023-01-24T20:18:39.675+03:00Consummation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I fade into nothingness</span></div>
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I await to be enveloped</span></div>
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Succumbing to the calling</span></div>
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To become the void that I once was</span></div>
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As all things must fade away, be forgotten</span></div>
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The embodiment of a warm caress</span></div>
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No matter how comforting as it once was</span></div>
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Arms outstretched no longer</span></div>
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I search for a glimmer, a hint of burning embers</span></div>
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Looking far across the horizons</span></div>
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Even though I know</span></div>
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The flames have sputtered into ashes<br /></span>
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Reawaken and fulfill</span></div>
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Resurrect an empty husk</span></div>
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Wash away the rotting insides</span></div>
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And come back to the land of the living </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Art by Nick Flook</span></i><br />
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Bathed in the lull of starglow</div>
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The final curtain between strangers in the night<br />
As we lay atop sweat, blood and entrails</div>
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Atop the corpses of the fallen undead</div>
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Pangs of longing and wistful aromas engulf us</div>
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Holds us tight</div>
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As if we tumble down a rabbit hole</div>
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Only to re-emerge as the dying embers of ethereal moonlight caress</div>
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Luring us back into eternal slumber</div>
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Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-13893076547933250072015-05-08T05:56:00.003+03:002015-05-09T10:42:39.079+03:00Emily<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She tried to look away from her<br />
stains </div>
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Of sorrows, sadness and despair<br />
Overcome by the Dreary, the Encumbered</div>
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Little did she know</div>
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Her soul, rubbed raw, now laid<br />
bare</div>
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And as her being seeped open<br />
Hallowed demons awakened<br />
Craving for sombre lifeless<br />
emotion</div>
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An incessant pang arose unquenched<br />
Awaiting to succumb to the appealing<br />
wrath of retribution.</div>
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Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-58433206286196577362014-12-09T23:24:00.001+03:002019-03-19T17:09:32.744+03:00Untitled<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">A passing breeze,
a haunting memory<br />
Sand slipping away past your outstretched fingertips<br />
A lucid dream, a forgotten face<br />
Ebbing away like a trickling stream<br />
The last dying embers of a waning fire <br />
A raggedy plaything tossed aside, strewn and unkempt<br />
Drifting thoughts, vague memories, out of focus<br />
A fallen soldier, descending down into the gaping trenches<br />
Leaves floating down to the beckon of Mother Earth the Temptress</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Never to rise again from the sanguine graves they lay buried in</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>
Nothing but a blurred haze remains of what once was<br />
Stepped upon and trampled down into the ground<br />
Lost forevermore, deserted, forgotten and abandoned.</span></span></div>
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Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-84989506571077032702014-10-23T14:39:00.001+03:002015-06-12T15:54:16.773+03:00The Phoenix Post<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The author, bows his head in shame, sad that the blog been dead for many a year (nearly three to be precise). The author tries to jab a stick into whatsoever remains, hoping that a proverbial Phoenix may arise from the ashes, in all it's pristine fiery glory. But alas, procrastination, laziness and general dreariness are not merely to blame, albeit those might be deciding factors in this death. We can go on and on, cross-examining what went wrong, but the one concrete fact remains the same: a death happened, and it doesn't matter why. Hopefully, this post title will invoke the Phoenix's spirit to lift itself out the ashes.<br />
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So much has happened in these last few years, so many moments that needed to be cherished, penned, transformed into letters, words and sentences, all of them remain lost, a foggy distant memories that pique up sub-consciously. <br />
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Time is a unmerciful bitch, her reach leaving all powerless, clawing away at everything and anything that happens to chance upon its deathly grasp. Years fly by without notice, everything seems a blur, perchance a dream that one hasn't quite completely forgotten. A lurching fear persists, this unguided bogey meandering about, being tossed about hither and thither, never knowing when the tracks give way to a steep cliff leading to a never-ending abyss. Or rather, so many jerks have happened, never realizing that this fall into the abyss has already happened, and has been going on forever, the bumps on the tracks but a dream of the distant past, as you sleep, conserving energy, hoping to one day awaken when the ride has stopped. But, sadly, it never will.<br />
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Things that have always seemed absolute and certain wear away, and it is not until whatsoever little that remains crumbles in your fingertips, lost forever to the heartless bitch , Time, that one realizes that certainty is merely a notion, a hope. D<span data-dobid="hdw">ilapidation</span> has been happening before your very eyes without you ever realizing it, the shift so gradual and concealed, that change is but a little obnoxious fly buzzing in your ear, merely an annoyance as you wave your hand trying to drive it away to a territory not within your own domain. <br />
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A hollowed, empty void remains in us all. We're not quite sure how to fill it, or rather, where it even is, or what it may be, but it is tuned within us, a knowing, a certainty, that it us our quest to find the piece of that puzzle and put it in its place, only then shall one find true peace. And this journey is but a race against Time to make sure that as you pass by your piece, you find it, pick it up, and put it in its place. But, sadly, stops along the way distract us, tacky shiny toys attract our attention, begging to be played with, a temptation to quit altogether and remain in a boundless limbo, surrounded by emptiness.</div>
Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-85398840743833603102012-07-03T05:07:00.001+03:002012-07-03T05:07:22.313+03:00Why Nothing's Shown Up For A While<div><p>Busy? Probably.<br>
Lack of motivation? Likely.<br>
Lazy? Nailed it.</p>
</div>Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-87387720340722545212012-03-29T15:47:00.001+03:002012-06-21T07:37:43.118+03:00Like Sheep<div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ever since the author was a wee little Ay Jay, he loathed
following the crowd, in other words, fads. Anything vaguely interesting
to him instantly looses its sheen as soon as everyone's talking about it
and doing it. He likes being exclusive. He likes being the sore rash that
sticks out. That weirdo next door. No, he doesn't mind not looking like a
bunch of sardines in a can, albeit with Mohawks and Porcupines and other
animals and birds for hair. This partly explains his obsession with Old
School Rock, clunky retro glasses, movies from the nineties and the
preceding years. Make no mistake, it's not that he exclusively likes 'em
because they aren't popular, it's merely a contributing factor. And it's
not that he hates everything modern - another one of his obsessions is
technology. Mere words fail to explain a geekgasm. But, alas, as always, I digress. I could dedicate an entire
article apiece to his obsession with Tech and Rock. Maybe I should.
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Art by Nick Flook<br /><br /><br /></span></i>A silhouette in the distance<br />
The streetlamps cast their lights<br />
Momentarily cast a flickering glow<br />
On his round hat, his trench coat.<br />
He walks.<br />
Though the night is dark<br />
Though not a soul is awake.<br />
Wandering, searching,<br />
yearning<br />
Craving for what he knows not.<br />
He walks.<br />
His eyes are dead hollows <br />
Mystical allure<br />
Of the darkness within him.<br />
He walks.<br />
He moves with purpose<br />
His steps are firm, resolute<br />
His black worn out boots <br />
Yet to see the light of day.<br />
Well past the witching hour</div>
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He treads.<br />
He walks.<br />
He walks alone.</div>
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Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-68302895320690252222011-03-01T20:43:00.006+03:002019-06-30T09:19:04.985+03:00The Clan Falleth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"But kindred elves we be,<br />
How canst thou slay thine own family?"<br />
"Mine thirst for power must be quench'd,<br />
The darkness within me keeps me enthrench'd..."<br />
And Dwin'rae slayed his brethren<br />
The land bled, he spared no friend.<br />
The sacrifice made, he awaited.<br />
The ritual pillage done, his soul dissipated,<br />
Calmly ebbing; The Elven Curse didst fall,<br />
Dwin'rae had doomed his clan, once and for all.</div>
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Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-45451664000393368772011-01-27T22:59:00.005+03:002011-03-01T10:16:25.861+03:00An Insufficient TributeHe came at a time no mortal man was ready for. His speed, his inhumane abilities could never have been foreseen. He is nothing short of superhuman, his 'Airness' is a reincarnation of the God of Basketball in flesh and blood. No other man so rightly deserves that acclaim, the very fabric of the noble sport stitched into his skin. None could could stop him, none could catch up with him. Gravity seems to seep away as this celestial being rises above all others, his weapon of choice none other than himself. Words are lost, there is nothing but amazement; speechlessness arises out of sheer awe. Some might claim him to be the best, there is a reason why. His name commands respect, and no other being deserves it as richly as this man does. Michael Jordan. A Legend. The Legend.<br /><br />"To Air is not human, its essence Divine."Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-21233648556690089622010-12-11T10:21:00.005+03:002011-03-03T18:50:27.460+03:00The Curse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aHrT8w5CKm2P35bNRFPPdBc1VlOFJC_z_BGThJoEZgvJBEhGhlaXQHRJCY9soGHUHTAu6QaUiNLEpeBttsBU8BpnXXAczaLYEzO-Ik4fPrI2wyF996TuU4dnyyu1_OfNt5G3ei30oIS5/s1600/The_Coming_Curse_by_MistaBobby.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aHrT8w5CKm2P35bNRFPPdBc1VlOFJC_z_BGThJoEZgvJBEhGhlaXQHRJCY9soGHUHTAu6QaUiNLEpeBttsBU8BpnXXAczaLYEzO-Ik4fPrI2wyF996TuU4dnyyu1_OfNt5G3ei30oIS5/s320/The_Coming_Curse_by_MistaBobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579881226046625602" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on">Mayst thine nightly slumbers,<br />Be possessed, dreary, encumbered;<br />Mayst the accursed flames of Hell,<br />Despised by all, wretched beyond compel;<br />Consume thee, thine flesh of despair,<br />O ye, mayst thou suffer beyond compare.<br />Burn, quench my bloodlust,<br />Spill your guts, I thirst,<br />For thine sinewy agony,<br />Thine tortured cries, mine undying harmony.</div>Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-44252121550498427782010-11-04T10:32:00.003+03:002011-03-03T19:03:38.337+03:00Haiku - 1(Hope I got the number of syllables right.)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">From air comes forth fire,<br />Round infinitesimal wicks;<br />Thine destiny blazes.</div>Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-86665881900172363242010-09-11T01:05:00.002+03:002012-06-21T07:39:06.185+03:00Ay Jay: A Study Part 1<div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Due to an overdose of pure idiocy and skullduggery which is ever present in the Ay Jay's overloaded mush of a brain, we observe that he is unable to comprehend the very essential things that matter most, such as a career or education. But one must admit, passions ought to be respected. After all, to each is his own man. And a noble sport such as Basketball which Ay Jay honours from the very depths of his throbbing heart ought to be respected even more. From whence this obsession, dare I call it, comes from is unknown. But it is clearly observed that a major portion of both of Ay Jay's conscious and sub-conscious mind have been possessed by Basketball. Many have tried to wrench it out of his complex and yet simple system. But all efforts were in vain. For an obsession such as this is akin to Love, maybe even deeper. For Love is in Ay Jay's opinion a silly way to waste one's time by being completely icky, gooey and mushy. But Basketball on the other hand is true, faithful and undoubtedly constant for one's Love for Ballin' can never diminish, it can only grow stronger. It is not mere passion that fuels this inextinguishable blaze; it is sweat, fury, adrenaline, and the will to win. The agility, speed and effort, the submitting of oneself entirely body, mind and soul is surely justifiable, is it not? And yet, facts remain as facts. In this conservative society, things such as further advancement in one's non-educational quests are unauthorised, looked down, and scoffed at. Even if one wishes to pursue a career in Journalism, or in fine hints such as Literature, one can expect to be denied one's wishes inevitably. For you must only have a career as an Engineer, a Doctor or a C.A. But alas, I digress. Further delving into Ay Jay's brain shows us that although he is capable of doing great things, his laziness tends to overshadow everything else. A remedy for this affliction of his is still under research, although it is found that when it comes to matters concerning Basketball, we observe that his laziness immediately disappears and he is pumped up and psyched. Why this happens is believed to be mainly because he finds everything else counter-productive to his existence. And yet, surprisingly we find that despite his laziness, he does wash himself everyday, which is very ironic because his area of inhabitance has a very accurate resemblance, akin to that of a pigsty. <br />
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Continued….<br />
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The darkness reigns<br />
Fire falls<br />
All hell breaks loose<br />
All around the deathly chambers<br />
The stench and reek of death looms above;<br />
Quartered and mangled<br />
The bodies all lay<br />
The skulls in a pile<br />
Homicidal psychopaths<br />
Deeds so dark and dreary<br />
People fear to speak of them<br />
The darkness reigns<br />
Flowing through veins<br />
Fury falls, flowing forever<br />
Preying upon the lives of the innocent<br />
Hearts burn with pent-up anger,<br />
Repressed sorrow and fear<br />
The darkness reigns;<br />
Fear my little child<br />
You must know, you must fear<br />
Life is expendable<br />
No time to waste on tears<br />
Dreams shattered<br />
Sorrow in abundance<br />
Suffering and misery<br />
All around you<br />
The evil and darkness around us<br />
May be hidden<br />
Fear it, believe it<br />
Stand up against it and fight<br />
Evil reigns around you<br />
Tempting tendrils coil<br />
And reach out for you<br />
Claiming one victim after another<br />
The darkness reigns;<br />
Monsters slink in the shadows<br />
Awaiting the night, awaiting<br />
For their prey, for thine lonesome being;<br />
Acts committed so dark and evil<br />
That no one man can comprehend;<br />
Those dark and evil monsters<br />
Feed upon thy flesh;<br />
The darkness reigns.<br />
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<i>This poem</i> <i>was featured in the October 2013 issue of Renesa, NIT Surat's bi-monthly newsletter.</i></div>
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Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-22981803085440025972010-04-30T13:12:00.000+03:002010-04-30T13:13:11.669+03:00The Raging RiverThere once flowed rushing rapids, strong, fierce and tameless... But alas, it was hoarded and water now flows as a mere trickle... But the barriers weaken, and the river wishes to flow once again in all its glory.... But can it? Should it? Its flow unlike before may not be the same... It may flow along different meandering paths... It may break and finally flow as feeble streams, back along the barely feeble streams...... It may even pass into nothingness… Only time will tell.Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-56645671070291348242010-02-09T22:35:00.002+03:002011-03-03T19:33:58.178+03:00DisclaimerThis applies to all work including but not limited to text, audio, video or images published in this blog. No piece of work can be ripped off, or in evasive terms, 'borrowed'. If thou wishes to do so, thou mayst request by stating thy purpose of work usage and other relevant details mentioned under the post you wish to borrow. Any resemblance to living or non-living beings or objects, fictional or non-fictional may or may not be intended. The author does not take responsibility for flaming or related issues, by various other third parties, mainly in the comments section. If thou feels that thou hath been insulted, then thou canst leave thine thoughts in the Comments Section. All work is original unless otherwise mentioned. Most of the pictures within the blog are from devaintart, a brilliant collection of artwork. If thou feels that the blog author has ripped off any piece of work or due credit has not been given, then you may leave your rants in the comments section under the post in question. Anything and everything in this blog cannot be used in a court of law or in a dictatorship or other institutions as evidence to bust the blog author. The blog author has the right to remain silent. Anything the author says or types cannot be used against the author, so on and so forth. Any contradictions can be mentioned in the Comments section under the post in question. Peace.Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-64430623089683645212009-09-12T17:17:00.005+03:002009-09-26T14:11:53.459+03:00Where Are The Critics And What Have You Done With Them??Everybody's a critic. So, where are you critics? Have you been abducted? Been absconding? Or on a break? You're never around when I need you.... It's not like I'm sensitive to criticism or anything, rather I'm in need of it..... Where's the !@*(&%^ critics?????? Give me the criticism, the opinions, the slander, the dissing........ You're torturing me.......Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-44606702323444133322009-08-04T15:42:00.007+03:002012-05-19T04:44:16.094+03:00Hair-Brained Schemes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
By the time they reach puberty, or in most cases way before, the general section (read vast majority) of the male population acquire a sense of obsession with their manes. If any of you humans have not encountered any of these lock-combing-addicted males, then welcome home from your trip to Mars.<br />
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Aye, this species of the human race is as common as mosquitoes in India. The author, albeit being a male, has no idea why his fellow members of the species are so darned attached to their tresses. He is not into the concept of a comb or hair gel or shampoo or whatnot, unlike other males. The author finds no purpose in these flimsy habits of combing (or hygiene for that matter).<br />
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He prefers going bald as it gives freedom and relieves stupidities such as those mentioned above. And so, once, having been enraged by constant bickering, he threatened to shave his head as he’d had enough. Pops said, “We’ll see whether you do that.” And so, a trip to the barber’s was due [Oh no, will he do it? Will he do it??? Read on, dear reader.]<br />
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On entering the black carpeted (covered in hair, duh!) edifice of the barber, the author requested a complete shave. The barber (Mallu guy, poor bloke, he was too darned misinformed), baffled by such request by a teenager to have his mane chopped off, asked whether he’d just heard me say I wanted a clean shave [I know, those darned Mallus are everywhere. 1 out of 2 readers of this post is a Mallu]. Of course, yours truly replied. <span style="font-style: italic;">Waddyu looking at me like that for????</span>, added the author in his mind.<br />
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And so, reluctantly, Barber Boy picked up his handy-dandy razor and began. Believe me, although it’s a friggin’ blade scraping at yer scalp, it sure don’t feel like it. Stroke after stroke, it went on. Having successfully eliminated that black pain-on-the-scalp, he surveyed his work. Not bad, if I say so meself. Having run a hand over the oh-so-smooth surface that was now the author’s head, he’d gotten up, and bread exchanged hands.<br />
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As he stepped out of the shop, sheer ecstasy passed through his veins [No, not the dope, although I wouldn’t mind trying some out ;)]. For ‘twas a windy a day, and absotulutely no feeling can be compared to that. Until tried out (Ten bucks says you won’t) it is not understood by lock fancying pansies.<br />
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Now, the reader might be wondering, for quite some time, why in the name of Merlin’s baggy tes ..um.. trousers would he do that. Ah, the answer is that ever since the author was a wee little Ay Jay, he despised combing that darned black thingamajing on his scalp.<br />
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Having succeeded in completing his quest, Sir Ay Jay ventured home, having defeated the evil black dragon. As soon as he entered back in his lair, fellow lair-mates, on seeing the clean, polished surface that was now his scalp, their mouths had made lots of space to accommodate their foots, in sheer <span style="font-weight: bold;">WTF?</span> Ah, said Ay Jay, Thou hast seen what I hath prophesised. ‘Tis me, none of thine sarcasm shalt change a thing!.<br />
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And, that night, he enjoyed the calm soothing feeling of an ice-cold pillow on his bald pate, waiting for the next day, wondering.............. To stupidity, and beyond!!</div>Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-77945651642832436562009-05-07T19:06:00.006+03:002012-05-19T04:38:17.672+03:00The Lay-Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Thump thump thump... The opponent charges in... Raises the ball for a shot......Rejection!! No. 7's tapped the ball away with an awesome defensive move and grabs it..... The ball's moving down the court.....He's just a blur.....He goes through the defense, breaking their barriers..... Crossover....Marks his target..... Fakes, fooling the defender....... Leaps..... Raises his hand up with the ball.... He soars.... He shoots..... The ball bounces off the board, moving ever so slowly..... The crowd waits with fingers crossed in anticipation...... The ball rolls around the rim.... And he SCORES!!!!..... The crowd cheers... He thumps his fist in the air, savouring the moment........</div>Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387000973317380951.post-9854187733709585302009-03-05T20:20:00.004+03:002011-02-12T18:03:49.624+03:00The Time ComethThe tide of time has washed me onto a rugged shore of rocks and pebbles. Yes, my fellow earthlings, I have finally reached that period in my life where I'm supposed to be enjoying the fragrance of those schoolbooks more (or rather a helluva lot more) than I usually do. I've reached the Tenth Standard. Study, study, study, study and study some more. That is the general policy to be applied. Just to get some marks in some exam that'll decide my entry into some college, ie, if I screw up, I screw up the rest of my life. Sounds rather calming and soothing, doesn't it??<br />It seems like only yesterday when I was trying to mug up all of them Math multiplication tables.........Ay Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779318152637890673noreply@blogger.com2