ok here's the problem

I'm currently in China and for one reason or another, I am unable to write more than 200 characters, why i have no idea, thus i cannot actually write any blogs atm.
So all I can say really is i hopefully shall continue in about 6months time?? or more so dont blame me blame the system cheers!

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Cheers
Andrew Lai

Revisited and Revised

Looking back at times gone by you see
the good the bad and the seriously messed up works of the entities that walk this planet
Rest in the places where even the bugs might bite
the weather and the events go together so well
cheating for the moment to get that extra step ahead of a wait forever lasting
bring forth the cursed and the wretched
criss cross the centre point to make use of the only people worth having a chin wag with
finding your the one being manipulated from the beginning
notice the flags but not the freedom
so much for chips and the burger we all believed to be something
a perk one might say
with peppery taste you come to the sense of not trying to kill someone
the death note that is taken to the murderer and yet the murdered is yet to have a say
Incidentally it falls into place
you change your mind too often to remember what you say
from section to sector we understand a little more
never looking over the shoulder you turned away with
throwing the salt over the left to hope what you conjure up turns out for the best of you
creation of the wheel gave more of an idea to know what the best choice was to take
or to take out
genius is an over used word in slang to real genius'
regularity and drifts in the solar world we never understand the never ending sides
twice you have to think
one for the voice we all hear
one for the others that dare intrude
block the wall from collapsing
but tear it down when it is blocking more than the flow of liquid crystal
what will you pick when she is the one who will be the pretentious one

Leaving More Than a Bitter Taste

I assume we all have a time of disposition
waiting for the latest moment to realise
following the brand new ways we wish
a new road opens up and with this it has been taken
traveling across the planet
landing on grass dirt and filth the tar burns up
turning around a case belongs to the one that carries the load
face to face with strangers
leaves and trees alike
difference and similarity insists the fortune of familiarity
done with the past in the land with cultures of the world itself
left and right for the door for the four trips
the second stepped to the east where it rises
one nation grows another falls
the flaws taken and the strength created
who knew what was expected
told once and told twice
given responses and taken replies
still stood and untouchable
making a move and making it happen
smile so your happy with it until your cheeks hurt
they tell a different story
so keep to your own

The Mix Up of Man

Tending to the sick and the poor
we listen and never read
twist and turn fitting through every crevice to check for any problems
spoken like a true gentleman
gentle is the word
taking each step step by step
healing sickness and fixing joints of a puppet can give us such joy
brown to black we become confused
which way we should lend a hand and how we know it's all working out
taking the advice and pray it is true
one way or another we read the papers to find out the hypocrisy that surrounds our homes
telling us the words of synchronized movements in the water in the rooms we think are empty
eyes and ears in your walls
apparently is the word we use to say we heard or read
yet we break to say a parent lie is a parent that dies inside
crooked teeth and cape of gold is a symbol
what we perceive it as seems to incorrect until the ink is placed
on paper or in blood
it becomes the same as the river of the Nile
Thames couldn't compare
with the history we apparently have
only 2000 years exist yet the clothes that cover us differ
we became the same ad we were 2000 years back
riding from one to another til we find the one we stand by and hold the horse that lead you there
we never listen and we fall to our knees
listen please not to me or the words that leak
the wind says more than any man could
from every corner of the world
it has been there and can tell a story
of a man or insect
it has more feeling than any feeling we call love these days
the film that lights up the screen
can give us a window yet bend reality
dreams of dreams upon fake fate of philosophy
but they never understand the real times of pride and honour
are you willing to
to give and take that which gives you power to stand and fight
for what you understand and here
on the brink of war
expendable
thats all we all are...

Cut out to be more...

Lately it seems
we all living an American dream
we can not fend for ourselves to save another day
stood too far back to gather what we want
stand about and stand close to the ones we adore
bruises and pain up and down all worth the works of the stage dancer
with voices and tools
we scream to the heights to realize not a lot is cared for
the small and the belittling we all encounter in the days of the show
taking tip to toe to the quiet whispers and listen
riot of the waiters and the those delivering
a woman in rags to hold the work down so she never has to suffer nor her children
but even the skyscrapers can not defend the showers of shards that send more than a hole in a skull
cross it out as an accident
like a cat we cover up the crap and glorify the things we succeed in
with each right and wrong we correct
we trick and treat those at the bottom of the west
from the canyon and the ground gravel
its the peppers we sniff and sky for
doesn't it just
doesn't it work out that way
weakness of your enemy became the weakness in your heart
they strengthened and you broke down to reveal you were never under the technique we all thought
undo it all
release it for the dreaded and the unwanted but to query the direction we gave you
believe it or forget it its all the same
but until I say something
it's all your own loss
"Of course" is the words we all say
practice we announce
how we do so is up to you is it we question
abilities surpass us in many ways to assure us that there is a limit to our own
so carry on with it all
and don't cover the cost with a life of your own
your is your life's connections
no life is a sacrifice worth landing on

speciality of people

Take a cup and pour some in
mix it clockwise and make your mind up
sprinkled into the skin deep yet shallow waters of my own
friction burns into the permanent stamp on the arm
any part of it
honestly it is more than just a thought when I first setup the plan
from fingers to toes of every inch
it is the paper that gives you an answer and also a question
to answer in time before you let it go is to answer it earlier than you should have
the harlequin and maids all showed the other lies to cover the wickedness
that was a focus point
concentrate only on what mattered at its situation and its forthcoming mayhem that would occur
before the minds of the profits and the prophets that are created by the rich and the powerful
fear struck and hidden in the dark
underground to mole away the information
sights of the blind foresaw the coming of the anomaly
we could not even have guessed it to a certain extent
predictions and theories helped to explain the reason the bike broke
but what happened can change the theories and the facts of the possibilities
you frown and wander my conclusion of theoretics
correction with the tip on the spot that marks the spot
yet can it still be that it's just playing on the similarities of the words within the sentences?
right to the point of fringe
it is the margin we scar
the mixed signals we all carry will transmit all over the world to uncover our biggest secrets
our truth
our minds eye
and our true intellect
inquisitions can tell us so much
but only so much...
make it up
your mind needs it

molding a thought to a weathering

It's been a while
it's been too long
it's created something i never thought i would find inside
the sun's a bit brighter
making us all feel warmer
from pressure to depression
you wont find it anywhere else
but in the summer sun getting a tan
wet a bothered tired and fresh
wicked of a turning point to seek the weather's son
as day breaks winter haunting fades
wanders of the midnight sky turn to the windows to bath in the light
with pupils of slits
you can guess it's from one
but left out from the other
wishing the winner's can give more than just face
modesty to motion
treason to convulsion
a freedom of poker was never an idea for conservation
conversation of conservation only led to a talk of conviction
we dabble with the dark arts yet find pleasure in magic
it tickles our imagination to familiarise us with creative notion
danger of making things up but the fear of the truth
which will you choose
a road of distinct absolution that makes no sense
to a path flooded with rocks and pebbles to sore the foot
grammatics to dramatics
you get a creative mind to fix
but an intelligent mind to think of a break

creations of a freak

whisper
don't speak
I'll have it back
don't take me lightly
burning through the liquid with an iron
stick to the ribs and to the thigh
it pains to see it that fierce
the burning eyes that pierce even the most focused of minds
slashing the membranes and cells so minute to even imagine
casing the small and capitalize the larger
you read me a better book
yet set it by the rook
fishing with the bishop to ask him the question you'd hope to be answered
"i gave a fish a trap that would lead to its death, yet it came. What killed it was not my hook, but the fish's stupidity"
a shit answer to a stupid person he once meant
yet even this gave insight
when spring comes is when you'll understand how it works and how it creates a worthy adversary
i never spoke a word to you of those of which gives a bad taste in both sounds and pictures
acknowledgment is a something that causes roads to split
giving ways of how to achieve this task
taking this road or that road
this way or another
questions always build and soon develops more and more
trees branch over but stay at it's roots covered by each season yet it still prevails
from time to time yet making mistakes
silence creates tension with stillness it creates horror
with darkness it creates death
dreary and weakened we determine and become determined to scout out the truth
finding machination and auto-mechanics that "free" us from labour and those that free us from damnation
I give you a gift of solitude and the gift of insanity
from the fear thinking you have control of your mind
the quiet voice speaks
the quiet will shout and speak out louder than the man that stands
Silence will end it all....

Memory Loss In Film

Instances where you find a gap in the leaves
check out the inseparable branches and reach
feeling natures aura differs simply feeling the feeling we all feel each day
from a bud to a fruit
its simplicity
given wrong impression
given wrong ideas
focused on the wrong point to attack and to defend
we congregate to a cult like cave
candle lit and stone carvings
yet we stand alone to live
a god and a goddess with a way to share
yet we cannot with something so simple as a fruit
something so powerful we fear and praise
small yet full of life
it give us that one thing
and yet there is always something to get in the way
an answer calls when the answer reads
being close to the rebels becomes close to your feet
focus and concentration plays such a part in life
we never understand what we say til we said it too many times
a needle slices yet a needle snaps
a knife will stab yet a knife wont fight
we hold the cards
the ace and the joker
what card will yours be.....

thinking of the relaxing therapy i need

sat down a while to take in the sensual loving of the warm fires
tasting the cream of the crop
the weakness I get from the weekend of summer
lasting from Monday to Friday
Saturday changes and Sunday starts the clock
but there's that piece of heaven i couldn't find
it's not in the fridge
it's not in my little stash
the windows cold of the winter days
yet the summer sun blazes and melts not just my heart but my love
the sensation of soft sweet tension
makes the skin crawl
feet crow and arms hold so tight
if only the feeling lasted longer
as the package came so small
unwrapping and foils away
you find it's the sweetest taste
if only i could find the love
the mysterious powers it holds
I never understood why I love it...
I can't get enough of it...
so warming and smooth...
soft and taste of gold...
where's it all gone...




the newsagent should have some...
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I love chocolate so much more than sex

hated hating hatred

seems these days that it's not the ones who conflicts against the revolution
but the ones who can not figure out the right things to say that make it out alive
with winging and second guessing
flukes and coincidence making every waiting moment just not worth reading into
You twist and turn trying to make it to the end without saying a word
a word worth listening to
a word sweet and short
just the temptation to go against the ones who are not liking the way we write
the way we read and listen and learn and everything we try differently
when something is worth the trouble we mistrust someone to give
we read the arrows the wrong way round
going to one and not the other
threatening the one thing everyone needs but not quite sure what your trying to look into
what is it your reading?
with a bit of charm and wit we fall to one side
you think of the higher ways to escape
but the ones that really know the truth stand beyond the doors
the weakened whither under the pressure but you stood a foot too close to the line
dragging you back in and telling you better
but would you listen
so I'll give you hint and a tip

Don't look back and don't look too far forward
your presence is what makes the special
secret to what you think
you'll find that it's not life that breaks you down
it is you who breaks life down
to manage one bit at a time
not the stone that drops you haven't heard
you feel the anger and violence build to but an "urgh"
the fountain should dry because there is a nothing bump in the round where the path has led
Not perfect but a road worth learning about
with memories and understanding much to our consent.
don't be the hating
don't feel the hatred
don't think the hated
be wiser
be stronger
be smarter

Take It From The Weather

Secondary effects can trigger even the best of us to break the rules
obviously not a way to stomp on the green fields
bottle after bottle was a good idea like everything there is
'til there was a problem we couldn't fix
now because you said this unbelievable fact of discretion
I was forced to make a suggestion which was bound to bounce
higher and higher the thought became and less answered the question became
You questioned everything that was thought up so you had the advantage in the conversation to end with a handshake and a headache
Of all the weaknesses the floor showed
You hit the board face on to see for yourself
Instead of listening to the advice the blind would give
Instance is all you had and versatility was the ability we had
give or take it is the nail that sticks out that gets the hit
You listened and learned
from lesson to class to high to ground zero
liquid to freeze the unannounced whirls of the skies
twisted fringes flowering over even the darkest of the bulb
growing out to bloom above the mess we uncovered
from the air to the dirt
we hear a way we see more to say everything
quantum mechanics broke the possibilities and probabilities higher ascend sent us
So put it this way to-r-u-n-a-w-a-y
to mix up a message everyday
and find a-w-a-y-t-o-r-u-n
even you could figure that out