roll camera, action!

I just needed to write something that isnt poems and stuffz, I decided to blabber about an eventful, stressful, exciting, different weekend.....

Camera, light, wardrobe, rehearse, roll camera, rotate, angle, ACTION! Geez! I must have heard these phrases like a thousand times over the weekend that when it was all over, I could still hear the directors cutting things in ma head.

Ma ass was needing some action after being dormant for an unholy period of time. So, when the late call came in to play an ‘extra talented’ role in some Guinness commercial, no doubt, I jumped! other dramatic miracles ensued, one of which includes a code that I stumbled upon....ssshhh!...to place international calls that cost lower than plaacing a local call, I talked to mama and other folks until their cells screamed, timeout!....what a weekend!

The rush of time-keeping the wee hours of the morning so that I don’t miss my 7am call time on set, the cast, the crew, the technology, the cuts and actions, the long hours, the Guinness’s, etc. On the whole – exciting, I must say!

Despite being a talent for the shoot, my engineering person kept giving me away. The lighting, sound, the cameras, the gadgets, and all, it doesn’t fail to fascinate me, the physics of life playing right before my eyes.

The irony of the whole shoot was the amount of time invested to produce a 30seconds commercial…minus the pre-shoot time; it took about 2days straight to get 30second footage…plus the fat budget….how cool!

Dry Spell

The dryness of me
The foulness of moist air
Several trips to the earth
Each time with sectional dislodges of calm
Quaking in surrender
Yielding to restrain
Like I will waste if I wait
Maybe it’s a test if I take.
But in seven days, new weeks birth
Counts,
Patiently incarnates into months.
It’s a trivia,
Sections of me that seek for reprise
How far I must have wandered in fright
Crouching, chasing
The silhouette of my shadow
Footsteps of the sun briskly approaching
Then, Hush! The air breathes swiftly
Now, Hurriedly I must retreat to solace
To where the light can hide me
So at night I am a star.

©jan2008-Ub m.

Prologue
Stanley (http://un-coded.blogspot.com/2007/12/un-coded.html) literally pushed me to do this one even though I was dry like the pre-rainfall air. I barely chat with him about anything and don’t have the inspiration to scribble things, sometime absolutely un-related to what we are chatting about. Eventually I’ll only need dedication.
I have gone out of my shell to write materials that surprise me when I go through it again. This crazy man is the devil, the good one; he absolutely has no idea what he means to me.

RUSH HOUR

A Calvary of sword-wielding thoughts

In droves, closing in on a wounded soul

Excited by fear, by fear of fairy tales

That night lived young

And tears flowed only when she died old.

Told a story of redeeming grace

Dressed in linen, the cloth of beginning end

Soldiers, battalions, the musical sound of war

Must be twisted melodies the hear

The off-beat dance of dreams suggest.

The morning that wakes to noise of an empty street

To claim the spoils of a bloodless war

Alas! It’s only red leaves falling

Hence, one again she is gravely fooled,

By the resident pandemonium in my head.

©jan2008 Ub M.

Wait, I couldn’t get it right

Wait
Sloppiness said to opportunities
Wait
There is no hurry in life
Wait
Life happens as long as we move on
Wait
Your time will surely come
Wait
Rome was not built in a day
Wait
Don’t reach out for what you can’t get
Wait
If it takes forever
Wait
Exactly what the dark said to light
Wait
Let me do out my own time
Wait
But I have been waiting for years
Wait
A few more hours don’t change the price
Wait
Patience is still a virtue
Wait
For the time that’s right
Wait
Even if tomorrow never comes
Wait
Again I say wait

Ub©jan2008

I really couldn't get this one right and I didnt bother to wait to do so....the message is clear only to those who wait

MonNight

Time wakes to the night’s sleep
Tic tok tic tok the seconds flee
Mind races with the rising sun
By and large a victor emerge
Eyes dried by swinging thoughts
Decisions,
Delusions,
Cacophony of twilight noise
Darkness lights a heavy heart
Shush…the Silence, the healing
Blackness paints the midnight sun
So ‘witches’ can play till switch of day
Life wakes at morning watch
Some Dreams linger until coffee break.


©2008 Ub

whatz life got to do with it?- Quote

"I always create my own gospel for this kindda occasions…‘live and let live, fuck the future if it gives you too much to think than live about'....'life lives on as long as we don't end it'.....'if you cant enjoy life, at least give it the privilegde to enjoy you instead. be reasonable!'."

Kindda corny but I had to quote myself. with thoughts about the future haunting me recently.

I found WORD for my predicament as I was going over some of my posts, I am bewildered by some of the things I posted over the years.....not very impressive but im kindda shocked to see over 200 of them! There are tons offline that I am too lazy and selective to post. Thanks to all you poachers out there...hehehe.

Well this quote serves to proof to all those haters who think I ain't got no funny bone...there! I even mesmerised myself!