Mindless Thoughts & Serious Scribblings

[blade101]

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everything is hazy
nothing seems clear anymore
why is this happening
what shall I have to do?

[Bigfoot Oracle]

i smell the morning mist
lying awake and dreaming of you
i'll be waiting for the evening to come
and try to forget what i dreamt of...

[gareb]

strike three...


it was a hot morning... the music was loud and so were the crowds. some were cheering, others were jeering. a game was going on at the stadium. all eyes were at the person trying to swing the bat.

it was there on that oppressively hot day with the commentators announcing every move, every gesture of the players on the dirt, seemingly omniscient of everything that happens on the field; it was there, with the rants and raves of the crowd on the edge of hysteria, that the fate of the game will be decided.

ah, the game. yes, the game. the game is something different to each and every one that was present on that fateful day. for many it was entertainment, pure and enjoyable. a few saw it as something else more, something passion-filled, devotion and even worship. still for others, the game was a means of living, a way out of their misery-filled life. a diversion to the things that haunt them outside the very walls of the stadium... or outside their doors if they be watching it from their homes. there are a few who are forced to engage in this game, dragged along by friends enthusiastic about the game. many of these people are just here for the sake of camaraderie... for the sake of not hurting a friend by saying that he would rather go home and sleep than watch a silly ballgame with the hysterical crowd and the artificiality of it all...

but for the players... especially that one carrying the burden of hitting a home run to win in the final inning, it is a matter of life and death; a matter of honor or shame; a matter of overwhelming victory or utter defeat. indeed it is about life and death for them... and it would mean a little bit more than that, had they known before-hand what it all meant.

and so it was... in the middle of the scorching rays of the sun, the shouts of the crowd, the stares, the signals, the heartbeats... the silence of concentration... focus... the ball was thrown by the pitcher.

caught unaware was the batter. he was distracted with the crowd, the noise, the heat. he swung full and hard, but it was too little too late. only then did he realize his mistake. "strike one!" somehow the shrill voices of the crowd intensified, the heat bore on him even more. the groans of his teammates pinched something inside him.

he readied for the second pitch. the menacing eyes of the pitcher mockingly staring at him and his failure. belittling his capabilities, his potentials, him as a person. what the heck! he was the star athlete in high school, he told himself. i wont be bullied by this hulk.

"strike two!" drops of sweat were running down the sides of his face. yet a certain unmistakable chill was running down his spine... the crowd was going wild. the calm voices of his team mates betrayed their worry and apprehension.

his legs were visibly shaking. the game hanging on a balance, the balance titling as a result of his success or failure, was all he could think of.

just then something...

a realization perhaps. a nuance in the mind. an obscure thought.

the game was not a game at all. the game was a battle, not between teams, nor is it confined to the walls of the stadium. the game was something else, more than they thought it could be. it was all in there, but they did not saw it. they were too engrossed with all the things that they thought the game was, that they have forgotten what it meant.

for each and every individual who was present at that time, the game meant something different. and somehow, due to an inexplicable force, they saw once and for all what the game was - it was their lives illustrated in a play of ball. the third was their last. win or lose, this was their chance. and for the batter, it was his.

the ball zoomed from the pitcher's mitt, the batter swinging his bat, the voices of the people shook the stadium. it was their lives on the line. the game was life. you cannot escape the stadium.

[Bigfoot Oracle]

yes! i find it corny. i said those words 3 years ago twice...

i hear myself saying those words again today. i hear my heart saying it out loud with no hesitations..

i love you! i love you! i love you!
...that was thrice..and more... i cant stop saying it!

think im fallin...

[caleb]

(^_^)

[gareb]

-,) i need to post more often...

[Bigfoot Oracle]

in the sweet by and by
we shall meet on that beautiful shore
....

i'm just a passing through
my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
the angels beckon me from heaven's open door
and i can't feel at home in this world anymore

.....

[honey]

Fill me in

Pour it all on me
i hunger for you
i thirst for you
every bit of me
screams for you!

My skin longs for
your skin to touch mine.
My hands raised high
to reach you, stretched!

My head looking up
waiting for you to take me.
My heart leaps
in so much excitement
jumping up and down.
Cant wait for your revelation...
when? how? where?

Days seemed to be like months
its been so long
i had been unfed, dehydrated...
life was in so much drought
there was no rain, no sun,
no life, complete famine.

Shower me with your greatness of Lord,
im waiting for you to fill me
pour me your grace
have mercy on my soul
sprinkle me or ill wither,
ill die...

stay patient, i will
till you say its time
you call the shots
i take your orders.
in your time.

[stracciatella]

anxiety slowly wraps me up... the aftermath is yet to see...

choices all pass me by in a blur.....

i find myself in crowded seclusion.

[Bigfoot Oracle]

hot cup of chocolate
unwinding my mind
trying to figure out where my planetary alignment will be tomorrow