Pride and Honour, Humility and Shame

It was always for another reason

It stretched from one end to another

Continued until it ran round the poles

Still you could see it on the glasses we all possess

For the grains and blades that cover the surfaces

The spoils and deceased will burn the mobiles we run

The family man or the child knows not the old ways we once marched into fields of gold for

The understanding of Labour has changed

Times have moved on not the path that was once so hard

Enhanced to improve our survival rate

We are not the only ones to evolve

Generating nothing but hate and disloyalty to those around us which have our hands in our pockets

As the paper falls like leaves on an autumn day

We all wait and stare into the sky

Where science has given hope

It has also taken faith

With each action from the slide of a finger to a point

Control is what we try to obtain

Leaving what was the strength as the enemy we seek and never saw

With just a simple press of the tool we were given we didn't realise that it was just a glitch

Hidden faces glance and peer concentrating on the very thing we all know existed and ignored

The fly on the walls keep its eye attached to what you do so it can swoop and spoil the spoils

Humanity and existence lost its true meaning when it answered the question

Why

How

Where

When

What

Who

...Us...

...There was no place for it now, in te past is where it will stay, as for the latter...

...It surrounds us and will forever be in our hearts...

Glitter Hates It's Own Reflection

Fumbling through each item

It is obvious to see the extent which the spark appears

Dust particle each from a source on the surface of a matter we cannot see

Yet in space and time we associate the moons non-existance to the existance of the satellites that surround us

An arms reach i as far as I will go

As anyone will go

Will the glass between let us see that far

With a smile we hit heaven's clouds

Continuing in the never ending spell of disapproval

Take a trip down the hole to the pit

Not where the Sun rises nor where darkness stays

It is where the locker to the fondest wishes of the creature we dare see holding onto the drenched

The wicked and wounded curled and exorcised

Arms round the knees hair drooping over

Black is the colour yet vibrant still

Somara became so jealous she tore away

The glass still in between

Still sits and changes the view

The black becomes light and the white becomes dark

We go one way

The rest will follow

The exception stands and fights

The revolver goes one way

The way we run

The cut and clean bold and omnipresent

Forever shield us from our own demise

Yet we forget that we hold ourselves in insanity

The norm shall begin and end

The sane will run and stand

But the ones controlling are the ones we stand by and listen to

Controvertial and hypocritical as it seems

It isn't at all in the slightest

The glass still stands still

If nature felt natures call

We must be mutants...

Misinterpretation of a Written Line

Each line I write was given the sense of beauty

It was seen as a crisp distinction between one language to another

Translation from mine to yours

It is not the words we share that make it beautiful

It is not the words we send or receive

It is the silence we share when we say nought-a-word

With every language known to man there is still one language we all understand

Whether you are lost

500 feet underneath the ground

You'll find that one thing everyone will understand

The shape of something that looks nothing like the real thing

The colour of not the muscle but the liquid running through it

Learning the hard way makes you understand things a lot better

Following the route will only get you so far and so near

Seeing as the leaves fall and the tree grow small

We all follow the weather and cover up that we expose

Flesh and bone become undiscovered once again yet eyes will follow

The leopard skin only show the shapes and the zebra stripe uncovers the mind

Simple as black and white

Sophisticated as the monochrome colour

Intimidated at the same time

Not a second passes without the thought of something instigated by the minds eye

It is just nature to do so

It is not who you are

It is what you are and we are only human

With second thoughts hovering around the brain

Tension rises and anxiety build but what I see is simple beauty in nature

The tree that once grew out with leaves falling each Autumn is also the tree I sat under

The same tree we share together

Not just two people but more so

Each person we know

Each person we meet

Each person we make eye contact with

And each person we share a special moment with

The place is not important

We are as much in heaven as we are in hell

But here is where we can compromise

We will join and we all stand to say what we want

But I will stand and simply smile

Because I would not have the words in me to say anything right

The Writing I Washed Away

Summer will turn to a different day
In that time the tears willfully fall upon our skin
The sun sets to sweeten the scene
The warm sand breathes the same air we share
With only one being on the shore
It is obvious I stand alone with nothing but my imagination lost
In darkened spaces I will stand out with my beak asking to perch
With my wings I'll span across the sea and find what I was once looking for
I try to make sense of it but I never will
Instances of light flashes towards me and I am given the sensation that I have lost it once again
If only I could translate every language to a universal symbol
With every hand raised it seems impossible to find one
A hand on my heart which isn't mine
I hold it tightly with grace and comfort
Breathe life into that which holds me then and never let go
Eye to eye and fist to fist
Grasped and willing to give it everything and to give in to anything
In taboo situations that leave the tingling sensation that once was found by someone else
Extended to the farthest reaches of the each others world
Uncovered and discovered who each other really are
Going further and further knowing well that it was wrong
Knowing everything is not that of what the mind is saying
Yet still giving in to sin
I'll still be looking for what I was missing in that subject
In that manner
That matter we were so longing for never came true in the light that we hoped to be independent
Same country was easy if it wasn't here nor there
Same continent would be the same as above all
So questioning what I know
It was not your dream and it wasn't my reality
We won on our own turf
If only that were true
Stick to what I know what to say and I will give you that which is holy
Breeze drifts past my face and flowers will send my mind into shock
Still insisting that I am in their fate
I am not in control of what I do
But an excuse is all it really was
It was too late and too early
I could never get the timing right nor the right words
I'll give you my life in a crystal light and break it up
Each colour will make you wonder if I'm really persistant or lazy
Here my words have the right only to speak the words I never could say
So I say this to you and your one
Dream sweetness and awake with the smile that out shines

Started To What Was The Ending

With a trip to the north

I'm heading out with the memory of you

I still want to run my hands through your hair

Still in my mind with a grin in my smile

How it was everyone said we were a perfect pair

But the technicalities were in the way

With a ring on with the silver centre spinning round

Sophistication and an accent to boot

Sweet and elegant that befits a princess

It was hard to say goodbye

Seeing you turn away while the car rolled on

Missing the lazy days where we laid in the sheets

With nothing but two faces and soft skin

We have to say au revoir to the nostalgic feeling

Long before I could admit to the reality

I had to have that kick in the butt

We had the knowledge of the ending

Though I never wanted it

I'm glad we ended it with no consequences

Thanks to you I have some memories that will last forever

We were not in love but we loved

That was enough

that's enough

enough.

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!

If you really would like to check out some of my older work, please visit www.myspace.com/andy_lai
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