Lantern

Day becomes day.
An iridescent crescent of the moon,
Pales into the softening hues of indigo,
Stars into nebulae,
Let sanctity find itself

The waves,
Are sweeping ghosts rushing ashore
Marine elders of darker blue await
far into the horizon

This, is
an expansive empire
Becoming a manifestation of mystery and intrigue
In the eyes of a solitary lighthouse

Its shimmering glass windows and sturdy red porcelain frame
Becomes the pinnacle
of quiet resilience

It is the flame setting the morn alight
amidst the hardened silhouette
of rock and stone.

Revisit the Crescent Line

As the day empties the months away, it will arrive at very similar, familiar passes or a well timed conclusion? And so with the scorpions ‘Rock you like a hurricane ‘blaring in the background, I am stranded on an island, wondering how on God’s good earth am I going to finish this assignment. You see, I have conveniently lost a copy of my Murdoch entry statement site specs, and so here I am… more than happy to share my report on the here and now.

The weather’s been pretty crazy lately, kejap panas, kejap sejuk. Felt funny all of today, so I’ve Taken a Uphamol 650 and dozed off after Maghrib . Ended dreaming of that elusive pink snapper I was hunting for. And so I’m yet to find that pink snapper despite all my futile efforts at North mole, but no more angling for me until the semester ends. Read: Fishing Buddy wanted!

As promised, I return to you with the very questions I consider an imperative in the here and now. How the universe works in the strangest ways, the very strangest ways humankind tries to quantify and deduce, and the very rationalization I detest especially when the world as we know begins to worship it. Either consciously or subconsciously, we have put ourselves on a plate where these very walls strip us of our individual. Ever analyzing, ever scrutinizing to filter fact over fiction, have we begun to disintegrate from allowing ourselves to be touched, intrigued and mystified by the unexplained? The lack of imagination and creative force permeates the dull, cynical world where exist a lingering discontent waiting to break free and set its own motion. Or maybe people are still so oblivious, content behind invisible cages. Panopticism, coined by Foucault is the very term we use to explain this recurring phenomenon. Well because I’m feeling rather unwell, I will rest this issue until at a more convenient time.

On another brand of things, a friend left a kind note of goodwill that I may one day have someone to call my own. Well I went blank, so much for telling and even scolding others not to condemn one’s self to isolation. While at first I was cynical of my own chances (Prolly blame this I’ve spent most of my time being on my own anyway) but I found heartfelt appreciation in that advice. I Thank you sister, admittedly it does feels great that people wish me the best in this area even when things never looked that bright as I may have wanted it to be.
Signing out – Iz

Somewhat someway

It is exactly 2:40a.m and so this quiet journey begins as I will decipher these thoughts into form as they will come to be, regardless how short or lengthy are the passes and intertwining paths or how it may dwell between islands of abstraction and the reality as we come to know. Makes sense? Well i dont care. hah. thats the problem with most people these days, it just makes me sad how worshipping logic makes most people so one dimensional but i will leave this subject for another day ( for now).


So Another night becomes day as autumn makes an early debut, and it certainly won’t be long now before I hit the road for campus for Mr Paul classes. So another day once upon a time in my life as an individual begets a lingering question which require impromptu review this instant.

“So it is just really you here is it Iz?”

"Why… yes, just me, myself and I sharing this common wheel of conscience, and spending the days in this reality as just as an individual”

So it seems every question I have come to know in the past, has finally begun to prophesize itself .

You know, honestly I’d love to share this with someone really really special haha. Yes it would certainly be nice for once to tread these passes with a fellow comrade, confidante, fellow revolutionary, idealist-rational non conformist ,intellect-intuitive spiritual mystical. Oh don’t mind me, all these are mere craving for one particular magic fairy that may only come by once every other lifetime .bleahahah

As I cast a stone into this pool of thought, often the reflection of irony comes back. At how temporary and bitter were some past experiences but as it subsides… it lets me see how a haunting becomes an awakening intrigue. Dwell within the shells of a muffling conundrum, embezzle the visual of temporary colours rocketing into this continuum you call life and it will be.

Ah now where ever would these visions become eventually? With someone to be? Or with those banners at hand? The latter seems a more likely incoming destination as it takes form.