Thursday, August 27, 2009

Who For You?

If I could paint a sad goodbye;
I’d paint your eyes a clear blue sky.
Pluck you grace from a pale faced moon
And slumber down this tattered room.

If I could find an amber train;
Lord I’d ride it to the bitter end.
Passing hope in the summer bloom;
Passing dreams and a fading tune.

If I should stray amid crimson rose…
Whither angels on wings of gold?
Who for flowers in the month of May?
Who for you on your winter’s day?
Who for flowers in the months of May?
Who for you?

Words & Music by Pete Teo

Sunday, August 2, 2009

I Died From Minerality...

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind has ever conceived.

- Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Saturday, August 1, 2009


this is a blank post. it is totally up to the reader to imagine the contents of this post that is, the reader is free to assume whatever i might want to say. you can't expect me to always tell you something...once in a while, THINK!