Friday, April 13, 2012

GRAMBLE(from 2006)

1.A boy I was when I once was met
with the simplest of gods creation
what wonder did it really set
to see and what to reason

2.A beetle to watch,and from to learn
is nothing but a treasure
A creature so mighty,so firm
To watch and spend my leisure

3.Interesting a life it seemed to leed
but of only four days
To have a light upon its creed
to see in all its fancy ways

4.Go to the ant you lazy one
Once wise a king did say
watching such as them,gather a crum
thinking of the next day.

-.- A 13 year olds poem,In memory of the 8-A class of school in 2006

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Fragility is not an excuse

If varificaton is the way to aptitude,
Your way is puzzeled,lost,confused
You search for catalists to hold you together
Its the part you choose not pull together
That folds the mind into particions untold

Its like diplomacy in politics
you choose which card to play
However bad your hand is,You play
For all is fair,in the world unfair
To complain,would be weakness and to fall.

The pictures of minds are memory,
Bliss or less or nothingness
Or filled with untold horrors
Inevitable thoughts you learn and deal
Your question, would be your next move

Goodmorning this is the next day
circumstance has presented itself already
Will you;against all odds,spend it on exotic dreams
That inspired you last night
Or will you go back to the same process,that life made you succumb too

Goodevening that day is done,and can you see the stains?
The process bleeds slowly on you
But then,your choices were always based on reason
Who can make judgement on best reason
and say where happiness lies for sure.

strength is amiss when you cover down
Strength is amiss even if you soldier on
Depending on,the factors that hold you back
from taking the very simple chance
the chance that seems to be amiss

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Melomanic sessions

As a fresh and humble melomanic i cannot claim to a specific number of reasons as to why i like the melomanic sessions,but i will elaborately express my main appreciation for the sessions in this note.First and foremost it is the fact that it is for charity and i remember when it was initiated on the very first session,it was for a worthy very cause and continues on the same note.As I have always beleived that music should be used to help the less fortunate or any person in any need,As music is that powerful in having that comforting gesture not to mention the fact that it is a strong language that comes with a variety of genres.Music has worked in the past in inspiring and bringing people together and im most glad that even in an ever so commercialised world,where heart and soul of sound is lost,good music for the right purpose still survives.When artists make music in the aim of making it a place where people can go to when there is nowhere else to go:) Second of all,i love the vibe of simple sound and intent that is carried among the melomanics,the fact that it is very simple and abstract,makes it all the more unique and reminds me of those woodstock videos I used to watch,the way garage bands grew,recording music off the radio on to cassettes during school holidays at 9 years of age and the ages of music revolution which i wish i lived through,this is my glimpse to see that.As it is cool to see talent to be molded and given identity in competitions,I think it is the motive that matters most.Artists like Neil young,james tailor,bob dylon and even the smashing pumkins did not have amaizing concerts,but had the magic to put a smile on a face and make a person feel! I think most all of us had soundtracks for the many moments in our lives,come live out those soundtracks yet again at the sessions.Iv seen many amaizing bands in srilanka,that have an amaizing sound and awesome energy bands such as stigmata,5 minutes apart,and independent square,.But I think i would rather settle for this:)

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Living trees

Quiet and patient if you will
Listen as the forrest is still
Comes alive as some sought of thrill
Which wakes the trees at will

There are slight whispers in the leaves
Moments from hives of the bees
Belief that there is life in the trees
will prove itself at ease

Slowly the trees start their talking
If your not careful they may start moving
While their groaning,moaning and limp walking
follow you from behind,quietly stalking

Roots in the ground they grow
To the edges of the forest,to where rivers flow
they sense everything and well know
everything that creeps and that will go

Thorns on the branches will prick
At anyone careless and not ever so quick
and carefull,you may find a stick
Bashed against your head or the reason to trip

the flowers are inviting and true
swells within it sweet smelling dew
but you cannot see through
the aroma to the poison that kills you

Sunlight,the rain and the earth
the graces of each trees birth
will never be in barren dessert
As the roots dig deep in the earth

In memory of mirkwood 2009