24 May 2011
As I have been talking to the darkness surrounding the black old market outside.
I tend to walk around and see all the goods being sold by the market crowd. Everyone is speaking around me but, nobody is really listening to what they"re saying. Cause they simply don"t care anymore.The only thing the people care these days are for themselves.

If I were a salesmen,
people would hear my voice but tend to not listen anymore.
As If my words are the words of a deaf one.
talking, as the sound of silence.
Floating across the market like a tune to deaf man's ears.


If I were a lover,
I would walk and walk and try to let her know,
but the only thing I said.. was "Go..."
because I simply didn't care anymore. But I only meant to say: "Do you need help today?"
I spoke the wrong words to the wrong person once more.

but in these times..
it wouldn't matter anymore cause the words were as I spoke to a rock once more.
For I am just a person trying to make my living ,thus I meet my friend Darkness once more.

I fall in a shallow sleep..
no cares..
no boundaries..
no creeps...
No worries..
no problems..
no sorrows...

Until my stupidity is healed once more.

Author: Cable
Poem based on the song and the word Darkness
Categorie: Gedichten
Mood: Reflective
Listening to: Simon and Garfunkel -- The Sound of Silence -- with Lyrics.
22 May 2011

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Categorie: Muziek & Gedachten
Mood:
Listening to: some weird 8-bit music.
12 May 2011
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend

And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be

What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last

And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one

Je kan het wel leuk vinden maar ieder zijn lied heeft zijn eigen geschiedenis, dit met een reden geplaatst om het geen voor heen tot een slot te bepalen. voor mezelf hierbij een slot te maken met een idee in mijn hoofd.

Iets wat niet had moeten zijn, iets wat nooit had kunnen zijn.
Iets wat ooit iets had kunnen zijn maar verpest, en geruineerd als een bloem blad verwelkt.
woorden en gezegde's die niet hadden mogen zijn. Verloren in de eeuwigheid, van de maalstroom die we kennen als het leven.

Soms verloopt communicatie niet zoals je wil of zijn de mensen te stom of te pril. Niet ieder is het zelfde als jezelf bent, of snapt hoe je in elkaar zit.

Daarom ben ik ook blij met mijn vrienden :)! Mijn echte vrienden.
Dit snappen hoe ik ben. Daar hoef ik niet te doen alsof, maar snappen hoe ik reageer :).

#frustratievanstommemensen.

Cable.
Categorie: Muziek & Gedachten
Mood: Sad
Listening to: Sally"s Song - Nightmare before Christmas
7 May 2011
A strange Road, in a very strange place.
A strange person closes in a very peculiar way.
What a strange way to be walking down this strange road with strange bricks on them.
What a strange approach has been made in a strange way.
I thought in my very own place. Should I allow the stranger to speak or not?
Is what I thought.I let him speak for his strange walk made me wonder in a funny way,
Cause all the things seemed strange and maybe he knows what to say.

He said unto me : "Stranger, thou walks a rather strange path."
I looked at him in a very weird way.As he said the uttermost brilliant thing ever to be said.
The obvious stating in my mind as I had just met.
The strange person collapsed, after saying these words and fell to the ground backwards..
the only thought in my mind crossed; Strange...
So I walked upon the strange road wondering what wonders will come across my path.
but didn't notice that the weird road ended..in a strange way...
Walking onwarts didn't make me fall.
No ground underneath the strange road.
Just another road.
I looked below and saw myself.
Looking down upon me, in a very strange way I thought.
Did I ever had this big of a strange head?
While I was thinking that, the world changed in one big whirl.
slurred in a big black hole.
As seen when you are being flushed down a toilet.. and strangely I awoke from my peculiar dream.

Strange...
Categorie: Gedichten
Mood: Strange
Listening to: The doors - Strange days
10 May 2011
Gewoon een oude herinnering van mij in een nieuw klofje.
Zoals iemand al eerder zei: "Soms kun je iets beter in muziek en beelden uitbeelden dan in woorden"



Categorie: Muziek & Gedachten
Mood: Indifferent
Listening to: Linkin Park - Breaking The Habit