HELLOWEEN BETTER THAN RAW
The history of Helloween begins in 1978.Saturday, March 15, 2008
What constitutes a defining moment?
Something that is etched in your memory for life?
Something so impactful it changes your life forever?
Or perhaps something that makes you realise who you are and what's your story?
A defining moment to me is ...
Sleeping atop a cold mountain unsheltered in a thunderstorm,
It's walking for days with no rest with people so close they're practically family,
It's capturing the objective after a fierce fire fight,
It's watching the sunrise knowing the mission was accomplished,
It's throwing my peak cap to the skies, drunken with emotions and exuberance,
Above all it's breaking the limits,
pushing myself past what I thought I was,
making my parents proud,
forging a brotherhood so strong,
and achieving.
This one's for my late grandfather.
Rest in peace.
- 11:39 AM -
Friday, March 07, 2008
I outmuscled hercules,
I outran tenderfoot,
I sought the greensleeves,
I captured the skylark,
I made the nightbird sing,
I defeated the scorpion king,
I broke the spade,
I danced with the wolf,
I skinned the jaguar,
I encaged the panther,
I tamed the wildcat,
I hunted the hunter,
I saved crusoe,
I became the castaway,
I triumphed the lancer,
I survived the dump-in,
And I reached the crescendo.
Now I head back to where it all began ..
- 6:59 PM -
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
The mist surrounds, it suffocates,
the kiss of death, the eternal light,
call it what you want,
the saviour, the snatcher,
it means different things to different people,
no saint, nor sinner
is out of its sinister reach.
to me,
it means i never got the last say,
i swallow my goodbyes,
i choke on my regrets,
for the hand of neverland never relinquishes its prize,
nor do the dead from beyond the grave.
so if you're there,
staring down to us,
read my mind, my thoughts, my prayers,
and hear all the words unsaid,
for all the times i could not say it,
i never stopped thinking it,
feeling it, believing it.
so as i cower in my shell,
vulnerable as the newborn,
wretched as the dying,
i seek not sanctuary,
nor deliverance,
but that it's not too late to let you know.
- 8:20 AM -
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