FOREVER TODAY

Alive

2010-11-05T22:50:00.000-07:00

this is the eye of the storm, the bank
the gateway to the inside

this is the absence, a thought
this is the vision come true

a black hole, a cater on the face of the earth
this is the void, the blink of an eye
the second chance and nothing lives on

except his memories of the time
of our time, this is; our time.

Alive from bt465 on Vimeo.

macro photography turned into pixel motion in ae, much thanks to Michael DeVowe for his tutorials on how to do this...

15 images shot on 5D MK II
lens: canon ef 100mm Macro L f2.8

sound: subway ambient noise
music : Mongol - No Mercy

enjoy

Sometimes...

2010-10-22T11:10:00.002-07:00

sometimes you're not the one
sometimes the only one
sometimes the moments last forever
sometimes your watch is different than mine

sometimes it sticks with you
whether you want it or not
sometimes it leaves you behind

and sometimes you just know
you're not the one
and the words calm you down...

Pulp Off

2010-10-15T00:27:00.000-07:00

Pulp Off from bt465 on Vimeo.

After watching Melville's Le Samurai one can appreciate the absence of dialogue.

Again & Again

2010-09-25T16:03:00.000-07:00

...the time passes
the looks and the tunes

spider webs
and silly butterfly blows

bits by bits
it comes to me,

again and again...

The Proud Paths of Glory

2010-09-13T01:48:00.000-07:00

It's Been an Honor

2010-09-08T16:33:00.000-07:00

THE MAN WHO SHOT THE SIXTIES from CHRIS DUFFY on Vimeo.

So strange

2010-07-25T17:00:00.001-07:00

now this is strange
stranger
a brother

and i wish you had never said
what you said now

i cant
and i cant...
its not that i dont want to
i just cant

i wish you never gave truce
somehow everything seemed easier

when pride was in the way

now i have to put it away?

well my other friend is leaving
and i cant

and i cant...

his eyes in this video are creepy, nevertheless a good catchy song....

the little ones...

2010-05-13T01:56:00.000-07:00

today is the day of the little
little dad picks a little flower
for a little child
the little kid

belittling of other
of one another
of self

this morning
the slices are no where to be found
no one to claim it
no one to give to

to get or to cook for
this delicious
slice of life

is sweet
the type you eat with a cup of tea
to wash it
to ease it down
or to simply cut away

dont spend time
there is no budget

so if you didnt get the shot you want
simply cut away

dont offer the beater
instead
pray for a better day

Another Wutever

2010-05-09T13:15:00.000-07:00

Another
mother
other
than
the
other

mother
child
an unknown father

I rather be dead
than taller

or smaller

cant see the other side
and the side walk will end

2010-05-01T11:01:00.000-07:00

Now I haven't talked to him ever since,
ever since when!!!

I came to realize
I am still his number one fan

his music
is...(dot, dot, dot)
Heh, now I'm not hypocritical
that's why I remain intrigued

by the tunes
the broken records on the loose

now this, brings back memory
it was there unnoticed

and life goes on
it must...

Kinder Deer Hunting

2010-01-11T15:36:00.000-08:00

We were late
one morning
going to the kindergarten

my dad and I
he made me memorize this song

he drew little figures
a mountain
a deer

and a gun

and the gurl

میخوام برم کوه
شکاره آهو

تفنگ من کو؟
لیلی جان
تفنگه من کو؟

which reads

"I'm going to the mountain
Deer hunting

Where is my rifle?
Dear Layli
Where is my rifle?

when we arrived
he explained
that we were rehearsing
as the reason to which we were late

he asked me to perform
in front of all the other kids
i felt set up

but I did it
he always made me feel sure

and i miss him
i miss that feeling

Pari Zanganeh
a blind woman
sings this folklore song

she reminds me of my mom
hearing this melody
after so long

means something
so much to me

when we were coming to canada
the government
had given her
permission to sing once again
in such old age

exceptional law
just for her

since the entire nation
loved her

she produced two albums
all remixes of her old work
in choir...

dad bought Yasi some tapes
and he bought me the two cassettes
of her recent work

we came to canada
and time passed

and i dont know where those tapes are anymore
i'm sure they are somewhere

stored in the basement

things changed
and i met people

and i saw so many faces
and nothing means so much
like the childhood memories

and i miss every second of it

i wonder how is Helia
Pari Zanganeh reminded me of her mom too

long gone are
the memories of the childhood friends

I hope who ever is out there
can appreciate this work of art

Yadesh Bekheir

2009-11-22T19:32:00.000-08:00

yadesh bekheir oonrooza
ma ke hichvaght yademoon nemiri

nemidoonam, kashki azash miporsidam
oon chetori mitoone

:) hamichiz sakhtare
shayad intori behtare!

ONE

2009-11-13T02:16:00.001-08:00

TWO...you're on your own

how did it get to this

2009-10-26T02:45:00.000-07:00

i want to go back way back in time
i would have done things differently

i miss everything
i don't belong here

oh god, how did it get to this

what happened to me
please. i want to go back

let this be a dream

a very bad dream

god help us please

i miss everything
i want everything to be good again

i dont know what to do
i have no one to talk to

but you

i dont know how to do things now

why me?

khodaya ma ra bebakhsh

Oh, what if...

2009-10-01T09:18:00.000-07:00

Somewhere,
I'm still out there

like the oranges
that never disappear

someone has been following me
for a long time

never resting
never getting careless,

i can feel her presence

everything else catching dust
in the vaults

a glass of water would be nice
to satisfy your thirst!

never again

2009-08-12T23:47:00.000-07:00

Footage

2009-07-04T23:50:00.000-07:00

it is redundant but this is the actual footage, of the earlier post...

enjoy!

http://framefilms.blogspot.com/2008/10/spartacus.html

Truth Hidden in Lies...

2009-06-30T10:48:00.000-07:00

Faraway

2009-05-22T23:53:00.000-07:00

Sitting in a bar
its me and a cigar...

Goodbye
(Words & music by Ehsan Ashrafi)

Turn off all the lights as you’re gettin out the door
let me rest for a while please dont say no more
when you realize it’ll be too late
all the open skies will be leavin you and the pain

(CH.)
May I remind you that life has a funny way
tomorrow you’ll be where I am today
OH goodbye

These walls are calling out as I’m crying for help
I scream, and I shout
baby dont you care?

(CH.)
May I remind you that life has a funny way
tomorrow you’ll be where I am today
OH goodbye

Sittin in a bar
its me and a cigar
I dont care where I am
I just wonder where you are

(CH.)
May I remind you that life has a funny way
tomorrow you’ll be where I am today
FARAWAY

time!

2009-03-29T15:03:00.001-07:00

for now nothing for the tittle

2009-03-23T12:09:00.000-07:00

Man on the Moon

2009-02-24T20:29:00.000-08:00

Frank Sinatra, shame on you and Bob Hope! So as the rest of you that tried hiding the truth.

Fridays

2009-02-22T12:25:00.000-08:00

2009-01-25T16:10:00.001-08:00

The Way She Lies

2009-01-21T19:52:00.001-08:00

My Mind Follows

2009-01-20T20:40:00.000-08:00

Don't really know why, I really enjoy listening to this song

Haha

2009-01-18T11:53:00.000-08:00

Well made, none of that home-edited effects.

Collecting Dog Tags

2009-01-15T11:00:00.000-08:00

I saw it, I saw their faces, as they were busy scouting the streets, looking for innocent people to kill. I held my breath and aimed, I shot the rifle over and over, I saw, the bullets piercing through the walls, hitting him in the head, just like that he was gone. Everybody ran for cover, they no longer had a thirst for blood, just to be sure no one spills theirs, I could see them all, hiding, fearing and I fired again...

one by one they fell to the floor. Perhaps it was the smoke that teared my eyes, made it hard to breath, cause how could I feel sorry now? I've come so far to destroy and wipe out the evil doers, to be just to the punisher. Was I wrong? was this hate not enough? I remember breathing it for years, waking up to it every morning and praying for this day.

I can't stop, I spotted another one behind the wheels, I shot him. He was still alive, somehow the bullets became weak, and they didn't kill him like they should have, they tortured him instead, they made me see him in pain.

I didn't want this for him, I wanted it to be quick and painless, but he was screaming and bleeding from his right eye, I fired again. I stood up, crying, with anger, hate and pain, I CRIED "DIE, PLEASE DIE".

It was all in my head, my voice couldn't be heard by anyone, except myself. I blew my cover, I was firing at him, bullets going through the heavy armor and disappearing in him. Soon he was free from the misery I had given him.

Now they could all see me, we aimed at each other, I screamed, my voice faded away to the sound of artillery, madness, dust every where, it took me awhile to duck and I never did. I ran into the smokes, somehow everything was gone. Breathless, I stood there in the street, the sun rays were very familiar to me, like a child's blanket, I have been raised under this heat, the dryness, I could feel it in my bed.

I ran, looking for survivors, nothing, everyone gone and their voices soon vanished into the distance. I was no longer carrying my rifle. I was free of this hate and happy to be alive. I cried, freely, my soul was defeated, as I sat there on my knees, crying, I could see the dog tags shining, the big and small.

Restless, impatient, I wiped the tears of my face. Someone had to know, someone had to tell. I have to take all the big ones back to their families. To their sons and daughters. I couldn't stop crying. Every single one of them shined, they shined and captured my attention one by one, as I collected them all.

I wore them around my neck. I know the tradition, the ritual. I'll walk into the streets, lit by color lights, as everyone celebrates my coming. I have to tell them, how brave their brothers and fathers were. How we stood there shoulder to shoulder, making this legacy.

(sigh)

she got me hooked

2009-01-15T10:36:00.000-08:00

I like this beat...

Complexion

2009-01-07T23:41:00.000-08:00

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T for Two & Two for Tea

2009-01-04T19:51:00.000-08:00

well not really, it's "one less bell to answer" heard it today on the radio.

B for Nose

Resemblance

2008-12-31T19:06:00.000-08:00

Draft

2008-12-31T11:01:00.000-08:00

...of thoughts

Merry Christmas

2008-12-26T14:04:00.000-08:00

To you,
to her,
to him,

and to him too.

Tobe

2008-12-12T23:36:00.000-08:00

Khodaya

dar in shabe khooni
ma ra as gonahanemun bebakhsh
in dele koochike ma ro
dobare mesle yek oghyanoos baz kon
ashk hayam ro dar in darya khak kon
ghalbam ro dar amaghe sard o tarikesh gom kon
rooham ro chon ghatre abi hava kon
va dar asemanha va abrha khoone neshin kon
dar ooje aseman ha
jayi ke degar be in khaterat
negahi nadashte basham

elahi amen

Refund

2008-12-08T17:14:00.000-08:00

Monday Morning - Pulp

Suddenly I realize
I have yet
to publish this...

Madness

2008-12-01T23:46:00.000-08:00

and that noise, in the background, a true combination, a killer. it would be a scene for me to remember, very well made.

Hello Hate

2008-12-01T23:00:00.000-08:00

hate is a new thing
is it now?

sleep with some tonight
and wake up with love

or not.

Change

2008-11-30T19:42:00.000-08:00

perhaps this wouldn't be so bad, something for a change!

For Now

2008-11-25T10:58:00.001-08:00

Drama Free!

2008-11-15T03:12:00.000-08:00

160 min 'n ready to get some sleep, 6:13 sat nov. 15

what does it mean to be free?
free of feeling and pain
of memories
floating in salt water
thirsty...
it's time for me to feel some peace

^_Zzz

Comedian

2008-11-10T00:31:00.000-08:00

one life as a comedian
to say some funny jokes!

What feeling?

2008-11-07T01:43:00.000-08:00

what is there to think about
to talk about
to die for
to feel and know what exactly led to this drawing
beyond my own practice and how i do things
feeling the shame
only every night i see these pillows
covering my face
this face is no longer one but...

this face has shown its true side
and there aint nothing pretty about it
there is nothing to be understood by these words
scrambled by chances of thoughts
and memory, memories of pain
and loneliness
a true man deserves nothing but solitude
is that the case?

monkeys sing their song
and bananas fly
over the sky and there is no b-day
and celebration
but the funerals and they come...

run after this world
as death runs after us ...

V For HalloVeen

2008-10-26T21:56:00.000-07:00

V for Hallo V een by ~bt465 on deviant ART

finally... :D

Post From Under Bed-Sheets

2008-10-24T23:48:00.000-07:00

hmm...
I thought 'abt having a second thought

Yas is studying for her test tomorrow
late at night

she is way smarter than me
As I write I think of all those nights

In the east
where we shared a room
a room that I kicked a hole in it's door
I was maturing but that's beside the point

She is printing some stuff now
I can hear it

She used to study late at night
always
like dad,
like me
staying up at night, see that's something else
you think 'n you create
as everyone else is too busy dreaming

She always used to read late at night
like tonight

I think
I know it was cause of that
I sleep with the pillow over my head
anytime of the day or night

Any sort of light shining on my face
is a distraction
its pain
I hate it
I guess I know why some sleep
with pillows over their head

I hope in my nightmare tonight
I can pick a better weapon (stool)
to face the crazy lady with the exacto knife
Or that my gun doesn't jam again, it would be the 3rd time

So breath right 'n good night
good night these western streets
Where love is free
and the pain necessary.

War Photographer

2008-10-23T23:17:00.000-07:00

"War Photographer" (2001) documentary by Christian Frei about war photographer James Nachetwey.

James Nachtwey in his own words, at TED 2007

"I have been a witness, and these pictures are

my testimony. The events I have recorded should

not be forgotten and must not be repeated."

-James Nachtwey-

Wow I didn't know it was that famous...

2008-10-20T00:31:00.000-07:00

From: darvishjo
Added: February 05, 2008

I join the millions of Iranians who love to sit at home strumming their guitars and singing this famous and wonderful song

very very very cute performance

http://www.youtube.com/user/darvishjo

Sister's Song

2008-10-19T15:40:00.000-07:00

I remember her listening to it, listening and seeing her relate to it, I was young and memorized the words, we used to sing together...

for those uncertain nights, that I was oblivious to her pain and feelings,

I'll sing it again 'n relate,

Yasi joon tanha khaharam.

Reza Motori

2008-10-17T12:25:00.000-07:00

another oldie, I remember when my dad made me watch it, I'm glad I didn't refuse, song by Farhad, great film.

Jazire

2008-10-17T12:08:00.000-07:00

من همون جزیره بودم خاکی و صمیمی و گرم
واسه عشق بازی موجا قامتم یه بستر نرم
یه عزیز دردونه بودم پیش چشم خیس موجا
یه نگین سبز خالص روی انگشتر دریا

تا که یک روز تو رسیدی توی قلبم پا گذاشتی
غصه های عاشقی رو تو وجودم جا گذاشتی
زیر رگباره نگاهت دلم انگار زیر و رو شد
برای داشتن عشقت همه جونم آرزو شد
تا نفس کشیدی انگار نفسم برید تو سینه
ابر و باد و دریا گفتن حس عاشقی همینه

اومدی تو سرنوشتم بی بهونه پا گذاشتی
اما تا قایقی اومد از من و دلم گذشتی
رفتی با قایق عشقت سوی روشنی فردا
من و دل اما نشستیم چشم به راهت لبه دریا

دیگه رو خاک وجودم نه گلی هست نه درختی
لحظه های بی تو بودن می گذره اما به سختی

دل تنها و غریبم داره این گوشه می میره
ولی حتی وقت مردن باز سراغتو می گیره
می رسه روزی که دیگه قعر دریا می شه خونم
اما تو دریای عشقت باز یه گوشه ای می مونم

More to V than Love...

2008-10-15T00:20:00.000-07:00

V: [V enters Evey's field of vision as she walks into the Shadow Gallery, directly from the prison] Hello, Evey.
Evey Hammond: You. It was you.
V: [quietly] Yeah.
Evey Hammond: [gestures behind her] That wasn't real... Is Gordon - ?
V: I'm sorry, but Mr. Deitrich's dead. I thought they'd arrest him, but when they found a Koran in his house, they had him executed.
Evey Hammond: [whispers] Oh God...
V: Fortunately, I got to you before they did.
Evey Hammond: You got to me? You did this to me? You cut my hair? You tortured me? You tortured me! Why?
V: You said you wanted to live without fear. I wish there'd been an easier way, but there wasn't.
[Evey whispers, "Oh my God...?]
V: I know you may never forgive me... but nor will you understand how hard it was for me to do what I did. Every day I saw in myself everything you see in me now. Every day I wanted to end it, but each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn't.
Evey Hammond: You're *sick*! You're *evil*!
V: *You* could've ended it, Evey, you could've given in. But you didn't. Why?
Evey Hammond: Leave me alone! I *hate* you!
V: That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me... just as it happened to you.
Evey Hammond: Shut up! I *don't* want to hear your lies!
V: Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
Evey Hammond: No.
V: What was true in that cell is just as true now. What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.
Evey Hammond: I can't feel *anything* anymore!
V: Don't run from it, Evey. You've been running all your life.
Evey Hammond: [gasps] I can't... can't breathe. Asthma... asthma! When I was little...
[V reaches out his hand, Evey grabs it, they fall to the ground together]
V: Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it.
[Evey continues sobbing]
V: They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you.
[Evey groans]
V: They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And you believed that was all there was, didn't you? The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn't, was it?
[Evey sobs, "Oh please...?]
V: You found something else. In that cell you found something that mattered more to you than life. It was when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted... you told them you'd rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm. You were still.
[Evey continues gasping]
V: Try to feel now what you felt then.
Evey Hammond: [breathes heavily] Oh God... I felt...
V: Yes?
Evey Hammond: I'm dizzy. I need air. Please, I need to be outside.

"Freedom is not free" had a conversation with a dear friend tonight about that and I think we can all agree that there is only one road to freedom, you must be ready and willing to die for it!

Spartacus

2008-10-12T23:05:00.000-07:00

just a few quotes from the masterpiece Spartacus... my dad bought that movie for my 15th birthday, after telling me the story for over a thousand times, it was like i had seen the movie from before :)

Spartacus: And maybe there's no peace in this world, for us or for anyone else, I don't know. But I do know that, as long as we live, we must remain true to ourselves.

Spartacus: What's your name?
Draba: You don't want to know my name. I don't want to know your name.
Spartacus: Just a friendly question.
Draba: Gladiators don't make friends. If we're ever matched in the arena together, I have to kill you.

Spartacus: I am not an animal!

Antoninus: Are you afraid to die, Spartacus?
Spartacus: No more than I was to be born.

Varinia: Please die, my love... die, die now my darling!

Marcus Licinius Crassus: You can't grieve forever.
Varinia: I'm not grieving.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: What are you doing?
Varinia: I am remembering.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: And what do you remember when you think of Spartacus?
Varinia: I remember that he started out all alone. And yet, on the day he died, thousands and thousands died in his place.

[last lines]
Varinia: Goodbye, my love, my life. Goodbye, good-bye.

k back to editing...

In this unforgivable unfair world love has no place in the eyes of the devil.

2008-10-07T23:44:00.000-07:00

...It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

Valerie.

Color of God - Part 01

2008-09-27T06:13:00.000-07:00

The English translation for the movie is set to be "Color of Paradise" but the actual translation, word by word is "Color of God". The opening scene creates a mysterious environment, challenges the audience to a series of questions. What are these tapes, who is the the man calling on to the kids, and the fact that we are simply watching a black screen, which in a way, I believe, is portraying how it feels to be blind, how is the world seen through the eyes of our main character (Mohammad) where everything is pitch black the voices, sounds and noises are clear and descriptive. The sound of tape player can exactly clue us to know when the play, stop and eject buttons are being pressed. Again back to the very beginning the story of the movie is explained in a nut shell, in the very first line of the movie "You are both seen and unseen" referring to god, the fact that as human beings you can never see god but you can feel it's presence anywhere, you just need to have the right set of eyes to do that.
Usually as normal people we are not aware of our environment and senses, we are in a way slaves of the materialistic world, but to someone that is blind the world has meanings, the birds don't just sing they speak, letters are written on the sands and rocks, trees spell out different words, ironic that one might need to be blind to come to their senses and appreciate very little that they can feel.

At last I would like to come back to the sound again, which plays as a key element in this movie, slowly as the movie progresses we see what our character (Mohammad) is interested in, the sound of birds, the woodpeckers for example challenge him to distinguish from the sound, what letters are being said, and we are given a clue in part one of how similar the sound of writing and woodpeckers are...
over all part one, really pushes the audience to ask a series of questions that will put us in the right track, aware of what is happening in the movie....

any who, enough said enjoy!

"Color of God"

2008-09-26T08:41:00.000-07:00

Another masterpiece by Majid Majidi, the film is fom sometime ago, york has it on vhs, the other night I was thinking about some good Iranian films, and decided to check out the trailer for it. Long story short, last night I bought the dvd from this local Persian video store, along with "the runner" and "Bashu the little stranger" i will be posting them soon, so starting with this trailer, hope you can appreciate the beauty of this film... I won't go into so much details about the director or the technical aspects of this movie yet, I have to dedicate some time and come up with an essay :p

Lullaby...

2008-09-14T23:31:00.000-07:00

The city feels clean this time of night
Just empty streets and me walking home
To clear my head
i know it came as no surprise
I'm affected more than I had guessed
By what was said

If this loves not meant to be
If a hearts not ready to open
If the naked eye won't see
It's broken.

it's a quiet time before the dawn
And I'm half past making sense of it
Was I wrong?
Should I think to give it all?
In a world where not much ever seems
To last long.

If this loves not meant to be
If a hearts not ready to open
If the naked eye won't see
It's broken.

I Feel Speed

2008-09-14T09:04:00.000-07:00

this song is just so...oh my the video is amazing ;)

Gol e Yakh

2008-09-09T13:19:00.000-07:00

My song...how long has it been? after we got Shangool I didn't think I would listen to you the same way as I did before. When Shangool was taken away from her mom, she was crying, I painted a beautiful eye on photoshop, I remember, I think I deleted it...too bad mom had to come in today, I'll catch you later though, till then...

غم میون دو تا چشمون قشنگت لونه کرده
شب تو موهای سیاهت خونه کرده

دو تا چشمون سیاهت مثل شبهای منه
سیاهی های دو چشمت مثل غمهای منه

وقتی بغض از مژه هام پایین میاد بارون میشه
سیل غم آبادیمو ویرونی کرده

وقتی با من میمونی تنهاییمو باد میبره
دو تا چشمام بارون شبونه کرده

بهار از دستای من پر زد و رفت
گل یخ توی دلم جوونه کرده

تو اتاقم دارم از تنهایی آتیش میگیرم
ای شکوفه توی این زمونه کرده

چی بخونم جوونیم رفته صدام رفته دیگه
گل یخ توی دلم جوونه کرده
چی بخونم جوونیم رفته صدام رفته دیگه
گل یخ توی دلم جوونه کرده

A comment that turned into a post!

2008-08-28T21:58:00.000-07:00

I would like to share the actual tittle for this clip,(Oshawa - Toronto) it is "Chasing the Storm". The idea: chase the storm long enough and you'll see it come to an end. I really like the ending for this clip, it ended how it should, real, it relates to the storms of my life, when you chase the storm, your asking for trouble. Who really knows what this life has for you, when you learn how to adapt, you are now a weather man, I'm a geography major (at the moment) and I hate being the weather guy, see I wouldn't mind knowing the weather so much, but that, being on tv pointing at a green board, meh, is just not me, see I like making stories, day dreaming, wishful thoughts, etc, you can keep your self in that stage for a very short golden time, it's worth it, it's what makes everything else so hard, it is harder to adapt you see!? when you spend most of your time thinking about a storm, something so powerful, something to wash off everything, everything in you, wash you till your almost dead and give you life after. Over and over, its all new, play it again.

ps: I'm sorry, if you cant understand anything that was written here.

Oshawa - Toronto

2008-08-28T20:36:00.000-07:00

2008-08-23T19:17:00.000-07:00

Magic Time

2008-08-10T00:00:00.000-07:00

It's hard,
what have I done?
interrupted by a phone call...it's not you,
oh how I wish
knowing you,
knowing how you feel,
how you make me feel
the way you feel,
it's weird,
I miss her,
yes I miss you,
so bad,
my days are passing,
more and more of me is given to you,
perhaps you know,
how it feels to be me,
to let go of something that was so much part of you,
pride,
I think and think and think and
then it's you,
knowing you,
I don't want you back,
it won't let me,
your selection of words,
your actions,
what you chose to do,
how you refused me,
the tears,
but I still cry for you,
I will bare your pain,
your empty spot,
your brush,
every night,
every morning,
every single time that I see it,
reminds me of nothing but you,
of how you laid in my bed,
of how you kissed,
of how you said what you said,
made me feel safe, happy,
but I can't go back,
I refuse,
I have to torture this soul,
I have to punish this heart,
I have to change,
I must learn how to live without you by my side,
but I play it all
again,
in my head,
word by word,
my eyes closed,
side by side,
two against the world,
again and again,
only if I knew better...
when you’re stuck in the future
and you can't go back,
and you don't belong,
close your eyes and picture me,
in your sky,
I am your shining star,
this is it,
my magic time,
the beat goes on…
and I shine.

Spontaneous Post

2008-08-09T19:00:00.000-07:00

Didn't know what my first post would be, I just finished reading the lyrics, this is it. I just finished watching the video, and I'll tell you the video is Not It!