Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

Sometimes I wonder if my itouch has a mind of its own. I nearly always leave it on shuffle. 
This morning the song "Mistakes" by Don Williams has been playing in my head. I thought about the song "Hurt" which was originally done by Nine Inch Nails and later made famous by Johnny Cash. Now I am listening to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams." by Green Day. Some of the dreams I had have gone up in smoke. Now I guess I have just two dreams. I do not know if I will be able to achieve them. Maybe they are best left alone like the search for the Holy Grail. Once again like the Holy Grail; I do not know whether my dreams are real or just misinterpreted. SanGreal is not the same as SangReal. 
Sometimes the only way you know if you are still alive is if you get hurt. As long as you feel pain then you know you still feel. "Tears may dry up but the heart never will" - Marguerite de Valois

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

Take a chance on me

Take a chance on me seems to be running in my head since the time I left the office today. I have no idea why. Am I going to meet someone that is taken by someone else but my love for her will be so great that I will be willing to wait for her? I have done it before. Looking back I do not know if that was love or just a crush. However I know that hearing the news that she got married made me physically sick and I needed a double shot of whisky to calm me down. My divorce was also a heart wrencher for me. I have a lot of pent up love to give. However the person who wants it must be willing to take a chance on me. I do not know how I will react. I want to love someone and would like someone to love me. Someone who can accept me for who I am. 
I know with each passing day my Manglorean gene is becoming more dominant. Whether this is good or not; I have no idea.  Can someone be compatible with a Mangy-Mallu half  breed? I think and dream only in English. I can understand Tulu and Malyalam but cannot converse in it. I am both and I am unique. Pre ordained by God for a specific purpose. I am not a Mongrel. I am a thorough bred.

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

Always look on the bright side of life.

Sometimes the world can be quite a dry place. People need to have the ability to laugh at themselves. Yes I joke with people and about people. I do not get offended when people pull my leg because I laugh at myself. 
Sarah Palin's offence on the Family guy reference to her is uncalled for. I watch Family Guy from time to time but I am not a great fan of it. Family Guy can be rude and obnoxious but that is what makes it intersting. I have not seen the entire episode but I do not think Sarah Palin's name or her daughter or son's name was mentioned. Seth McFarlane said that the show was an "equal opportunity offender." On days when it is terribly cold, I invariably end up telling my friend that I am "terribly shrivelled and to the left." Those of you that have watched the movie "Liar Liar" will know what I mean. I have never compared myself to anyone but I think this clip by Russel Peters should clear any doubts.

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

The Muse

Every writer,poet or artist needs a muse. I am trying a new muse. I don't know if she will work for me or not. If not I have another muse as a back up. I would rather not use her because I believe in what I call " The Curse of the Muse." In my opinion a Muse is someone you love, desire and probably even lust after but you cannot have her. You should not have her. She should be placed on a pedestal. Bringing her down to your level by proclaiming your love to her or confessing that she is your muse will end the power and blessing of the muse. Why take a risk and risk the wrath of a woman and a muse? I value my life a lot. However one thing that has put me in a dilemma is whether a girlfriend or wife will be jealous. Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman. Getting Bobbitted would probably be my greatest fear. I don't mind getting put in the dog house but one of sayings attributed to Confucius is "Man who gets kept in dog house ends in cat house soon."
My poem is below.

Angel

The first time I saw you splendoured in white.
Never have I beheld such an angelic site.
Has my mortal body seen the rapture?
How else could she my soul capture?

On another day dressed in velvety blue,
I wonder whether loving you is Taboo.
Heading towards the life of Kreon again.
Will I arrange for Uriah to be slain?

She is best left on a high pedestal.
A vision that is not real.
Another small piece of perfect beauty.
Has been revealed to me.

Shards of perfection

I do not believe that perfection exists in the physical world. If one achieves perfection then there is nothing else to achieve. I am a Platoist in thought. Plato believed that reality was two layers. The world of becoming and the world of being. The world of being is the realm of ideas. It is there where perfection exists.
I believe that everything that happens in the world of reality is a small shard of a perfect idea. Take for example beauty. If I find someone or something beautiful it is because that person or object represents a part of my idea of beauty. Now each person has different perceptions of beauty. Each of those perceptions form a different idea of beauty. This idea of beauty in turn forms a shard of an image of beauty. So currently you have about 6.7 trillion ideas of beauty that forms one major idea of beauty. This beauty is of course the way humans consider beauty.
The reason I write this is for some strange reason Bryan Adams "Have you ever Loved a Woman" has been stuck in my head since the moment I got up.
This may be a trend that develops in this blog but here is a cover of that song that I find really beautiful.

Introduction

The main reason for this blog is to write my thoughts that are not financially related or at least see if I am capable of writing something that has no relation to finance. So who is a bard? The original bards were an order of Celtic poets who recited the exploits of legendary warriors. In time the bard started being associated with traveling musicians.
In Dungeons & Dragons Bards are non lawful characters that has qualities of a fighter, a thief and a mage. A jack of all trade but master of none. Bards use their words and music to create magic. Now I consider myself to be a poet, singer and a slight musician. A bard of sorts. I am not a magician but if I can stir the emotion of my readers and to make them think then that is more than sufficient. I intend this blog to be the way I view the world. If I write any poetry then they will appear here. In the meantime let me start you on my bardic journey with the following songs.