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the sun, the sand & the sea.
politikal analyst.
digs rock, raves, elektronik danze musik & fun reads.
6/13/2006 01:35:00 am, Tuesday, June 13, 2006
my life's easel stands stained w blots of red,
my painter's brush hangs by my side, dead.
no one picture has come to be.
colours seemed to be stifled alive.
the sun will set, and it will rise.
but my pain will live, and maybe,
never die.
cos w a tear,
i remember you.
and w hurt,
i remember me.
perhaps the party is getting under my skin.
are my people letting me down?
is this a disaster in the making?
so much for publicity,
it's not showing itself in sales.
i only recall reflecting.
and then instead of crying in despair,
i laughed out loud.