tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21560386000759074862011-04-21T19:22:10.511-07:00le louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09593289774448511631noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156038600075907486.post-42609297183641692972009-02-28T23:37:00.000-08:002009-03-01T00:11:57.755-08:00its that time again, that time where I don't feel like working at all and just start thinking too much for my own good, here are some iono, kinda improv'ed/ been working in my head these days<br /><br />words; they can be few<br />and yet be most poetic<br />but they slip away<br />flowers they're pretty<br />but they wither, gray and die<br />what matters is love<br /><br />kinda broke the rules there, but i think its necessary once in a while to step outside the bounds.<br /><br />science: what's perceived<br />faith: beyond our perceptions<br />let's not mix the two<br /><br /><br />oh wilson phillips<br />singing your songs may be gay<br />but i feel better<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />here's some from Dec. 11th of 2004<br /><br /><span> I stared at the sun<br /> In it, I found only pain<br /> for i am a moon<br /><br /><br /> perhaps I am wrong<br /> and the world completely right<br /> who cares about truth?<br /><br /><br /> days mesh into weeks<br /> weeks into years and decades<br /> Yet God still forgives<br /><br /><br /> pure legalism:<br /> follow words on dead trees please<br /> not heart, soul or mind<br /><br /> I won't be the best<br /> But I can be the brightest<br /> Positivity<br /><br /><br /> My soul declines like<br /> wax melted into liquid<br /> He can make candles<br /><br /><br /> words are meaningless <br /> why use them to express this?<br /> this has no meaning</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2156038600075907486-4260929718364169297?l=bae0wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>le louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09593289774448511631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156038600075907486.post-66876319237447323462009-02-05T23:55:00.000-08:002009-02-06T00:24:49.590-08:00sometimes i don't know<br />the future is too murky<br />i see so little<br /><br /><br />be thankful young one<br />the gifts you're given today<br />can cease forever<br /><br /><br />i go on long walks<br />at night is when it is best<br />i can be alone<br /><br /><br /><br />its after midnight<br />the night brings out my demons<br />for me to fight them<br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this one is from Dec. 4, 2004, I guess I was just thinking about the power of accumulation, how such small microtransactions in our lives could invariably add up to the dollars of life or death.....<br /><br /><span><br /><br /> true widsom shows when<br /> a binary choice is met<br /> which one, Life or Death? <br /><br />here's 3 more from Dec. 7th of that year<br /><br /><br /></span><table class="blogbody" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr></tr><tr><span></span><td width="5%"><br /></td><td valign="top">3 haikus today, i'll leave the interpretation open today<br /><br />in the wake of day<br />surely the light comes again,<br />revives the dark soul<br /><br /><br />failure is looming<br />what is the cure for this plight?<br />Determination<br /><br />"look at it this way<br />you got through all of that crap"<br />see what's ahead now</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2156038600075907486-6687631923744732346?l=bae0wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>le louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09593289774448511631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156038600075907486.post-76735158889312289532009-01-30T16:35:00.000-08:002009-01-30T17:00:32.439-08:00hey guys, I'm not sure how much new stuff I'll have today since sometimes I like to make stuff up from the cuff but I'll start with a quote i found in my old xanga<br /><br /><span>Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars<br /><br />--Edwin Hubbel Chapin</span><br /><br />i think it was back when I realized that I have many scars on my skin and I thought its only ugly to some, but to others its a sign that you know what life is b/c you know sacrifice or pain....iono<br /><br /><br />here's a haiku from Dec. 3rd, 2004<br /><br /><table class="blogbody" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr></tr><tr><span></span><td valign="top">I think at that point I was cynical of many pre-meds that wanted to get into the medical business for the wrong reasons.....iono maybe I was too black and white and sarcastic back then?<br /><br /> what truly matters?<br /> a heart is irrelevant<br /> only skin matters</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br />alright some new stuff now<br /><br />I don't like to talk<br />words are so cheap, I want more<br />Communication<br /><br />tragic is silence<br />for the lack of expression<br />is pregnant with death<br /><br /><br /><br />Life constantly grinds<br />the perpetual machine,<br />when will i find rest?<br /><br /><br /><br />If I only have<br />to remember all the bad<br />then let me forget<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anachronism<br />That is what I am, here, now.<br />Temporally lost<br /><br /><br />there is no histr'y<br />if there is no future too<br />who would tell the tale?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Life is plaid pattern'd<br />we are separate threads weaved<br />tightly together.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2156038600075907486-7673515888931228953?l=bae0wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>le louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09593289774448511631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156038600075907486.post-28802829638374817352009-01-28T21:42:00.000-08:002009-01-28T23:43:48.027-08:00hey guys, i've decided to migrate my haiku's from my old xanga here, so i guess i'll be mixing old and new for a while but then hopefully will start writing them on a regular basis<br /><br />Special thanks to my lab buddies Lani, Gilbert and Rafa, they got me an awesome origami calendar, like one of those tear away ones, but each day you learn something new and use yesterday's paper as a sacrifice for the art of the day.<br /><br />fold up yesterday<br />forget its trials instead<br />make something of it<br /><br /><br />here's some i wrote in class while learning about behavioral ecology (barf)<br /><br />what is life's purpose?<br />is it just to pass genes on?<br />or is there more here?<br /><br /><br /><br />what is destiny?<br />is it correct when forwards?<br />or when its backwards?<br /><br /><br /><br />extinguish this fire<br />it burns without prejudice<br />destroying the good<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />here's one from the extreme past, the very first in fact from November 29, 2004<br /><br /><span><br /><br /> Silence screams loudly<br /> sound mutes truth to nothingness<br /> cover your ears, hear</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2156038600075907486-2880282963837481735?l=bae0wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>le louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09593289774448511631noreply@blogger.com2