The owl hoots.
Wait. Is that the owl?
The crow caws.
Wait. Is that the crow?
The elephant trumpets.
Wait. Is that the elephant?
Reaching out tentatively... pinched myself...
Ouch... ok... I am still myself...
Where's the absolute truth?
Me. Myself.
I am my own bitch. *acknowledgement to a certain party*
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Wolves and Pirates
Wolves are always wolves as Pirates are always pirates.
What is a wolf without fangs?
Still a wolf.
What is a pirate with a heart of gold?
Still a pirate.
What is this all about?
It does not matter what we are or what we do. It does not change people’s perceptions. Maybe only the frequency of them making the comments.
What is a wolf without fangs?
Still a wolf.
What is a pirate with a heart of gold?
Still a pirate.
What is this all about?
It does not matter what we are or what we do. It does not change people’s perceptions. Maybe only the frequency of them making the comments.
Wolves and Pirates
Wolves are always wolves as Pirates are always pirates.
What is a wolf without fangs?
Still a wolf.
What is a pirate with a heart of gold?
Still a pirate.
What is this all about?
It does not matter what we are or what we do. It does not change people’s perceptions. Maybe only the frequency of them making the comments.
What is a wolf without fangs?
Still a wolf.
What is a pirate with a heart of gold?
Still a pirate.
What is this all about?
It does not matter what we are or what we do. It does not change people’s perceptions. Maybe only the frequency of them making the comments.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Captain Straywolf
Idealistic pirates... Sailors who just want to be in the seas, enjoying the sea spray, the days of being out there in the nowhere... But basically free from all judgement, from laws and from prying eyes of those who love to judge... Free from all troubles, keeping their loyalty and lives to one single common lover - the Seas - the Tempest who could be so gentle at times, and be so rough at times, always unpredicatable... Only making port once awhile to sate their loneliness... Other than that, RUM is the cure for everything...
Ahoy, comes the wolf wearing the Captain's hat... struggling to find its "sea paws"... Captain Stray.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Looking forward...
The brambles cried out their outrage. They had kept it hidden from the main path for so long. They had kept it protected when it was half dead from the others' attacks.
Yet they dripped blood, the blood of the wolf. In exchange for refugee, it would sustain itself from the blood of the wolf. It would induce the wolf into a dream where promises happened, when it dreamt of itself lying next to the moonflower.
The wolf had awakened from its slumber bit by bit, sedated and weak. Yet it had moved out from the brambles. It was a refugee, where dreams could happen. But the dreams were pushed onto it by the brambles, not itself. There was nothing in the dreams that it would want from the brambles.
The wolf lowered its great head for a moment in gratitude that the brambles had allowed it to stay alive. But it was time for the wolf to move on its path. Be it if there is no moon flower, it is a choice that it makes itself, rather than when it was broken, and weak and sedated from what it really wants.
The road ahead will be fraught with dangers. But it is able to to meet it straight on now for it knows it will run for the things it wants, where dreams are not imposed by the brambles...
Yet they dripped blood, the blood of the wolf. In exchange for refugee, it would sustain itself from the blood of the wolf. It would induce the wolf into a dream where promises happened, when it dreamt of itself lying next to the moonflower.
The wolf had awakened from its slumber bit by bit, sedated and weak. Yet it had moved out from the brambles. It was a refugee, where dreams could happen. But the dreams were pushed onto it by the brambles, not itself. There was nothing in the dreams that it would want from the brambles.
The wolf lowered its great head for a moment in gratitude that the brambles had allowed it to stay alive. But it was time for the wolf to move on its path. Be it if there is no moon flower, it is a choice that it makes itself, rather than when it was broken, and weak and sedated from what it really wants.
The road ahead will be fraught with dangers. But it is able to to meet it straight on now for it knows it will run for the things it wants, where dreams are not imposed by the brambles...
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
The return
It almost passed the path it had stayed off for so long. If not for its familiar smell, it would not have identified it. Its head drooped as it stumbled into the path.
Long was the goal of it finding the moon flower. Years had passed but the moon flower has not appeared. It only appeared in tell-tale glimpses. Once it had entered the illusion that the moon flower was right before it, only to realise at the very end, the illusion was just a naive illusion it wanted.
So it had shrugged off the vines that bound it, tearing fur and skin apart just to break it. It is determined. And finally emerged on the path. The vines trembled at its escape but it did not turn back to look and headed on its path which had always been beckoning it in its heart.
Long was the goal of it finding the moon flower. Years had passed but the moon flower has not appeared. It only appeared in tell-tale glimpses. Once it had entered the illusion that the moon flower was right before it, only to realise at the very end, the illusion was just a naive illusion it wanted.
So it had shrugged off the vines that bound it, tearing fur and skin apart just to break it. It is determined. And finally emerged on the path. The vines trembled at its escape but it did not turn back to look and headed on its path which had always been beckoning it in its heart.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
The 3rd Party Mentality
Rambling on without a fixed purpose... Trying to get people on the same boat by imposing one's life perspectives on others...
Bad points for a presenter the wolf thought. Or rather, the wolf is not in the same pack, stalking in the vast jungle alone.
In the forest, there are the animals. The type of animals will be the manifestation of the different people with different perspectives. If the animals are in their flock, that represents their groups' common perspectives.
For example, the Silverapes will be those who thought themselves to be the majestic ones among the rest. Their governing factor will be the leading Silverape where those in the pack will follow the leader without any major doubt. Or there can also be the elephants, the Titans in the forest yet bound by their guileless mindsets. (You do know that a trained full-grown elephant thinks itself incapable of pulling itself free from its chain to a small wooden peg in the ground because of the conditioning from the external factors where in this case would be the society, or the propaganda around the individual.)
Then of course, different forests may represent the various bigger organisations, such as nations or even world organisations.
For the Straywolf, it belongs to no pack. Once awhile, there will be the other packs of wolves, or apes, or elephants which will call out to it, inviting it into their ranks, promising an end to its solitude where there will be the sense of comradery, affirmation, recognition, achievement waiting for it to experience. Yet as the Straywolf finds out, it always returns to its path which destination or purpose could only be understood by itself.
In its eyes, no pack's purpose is as great. No forest is as great. Its destiny lies in traveling through the vast land, through the vast forests in search of its true destiny while it will continue its wanderlust in freedom - a 3rd party mentality (free but detached from others).
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