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!

Eager

The vagueness of hope
The wisdom of planning
The disappointments in trying
The faith in distress

The anticipation in waiting
The joy of progress
The temptations to quitting
The achievements in success

The merry of the seasons
The yuletide of Christmas
The satisfaction on arrivals
The sorrow of departures

The victory in opposition
The build-up of emotions
The distractions of shrapnel
The passage of legend

The fireworks to countdowns
The resolutions for a new day
The uncertainty of the future
The fear of beginnings


-Ub©

motivation:
Wrote this piece while reflecting on the year, 2008 which is about to begin again in less than 5 hours. The summary of a life. The flashes of major events that occurred erstwhile, including the recent assasination of Bhutto. For once, I am stripped of anticipation, gambling with hope and just living like I should…making the most I can, one day at a time! I might as well stay home, alone, with my computer, dreams, resolutions, no passage rituals, just me and whoever cares….It is the best year so forth!

seasonal palaver

the worries of life, the uncertainty of the future and the cares of the season has drifted my mind away from the exigencies of the now.

Living one day at a time and planning as less as possible is helping me deal with the pressure the season and time is putting on my shoulder.

I kindda want to ignore counting the anxiety that current events are ressurecting and focus on the changes I can make no matter how minute they might seem to be.

To make sure that it doesn't dictate my fun-having urges....Itz like having fun by all means! forgeting the now and focusing solely on the dream, the end-point......the end.

TOSALI

In a world full of flattery
In a world strikingly trifling
In a world biting and fighting
I’ll lift a hand, I’ll light a heart
When temper rises and quench
And mothers wail and birth
Where maidens seek reprise
I’ll lift a hand and light a heart
Isn’t it the voice of a lonely child?
Drowned by moans of carnal desire
Didn’t she scream like she hurting?
When you muffled the voice of reason
Where distraction abounds in droves,
I’ll train my ears, and free a life
When the choices we make
Is enslaved by our inevitable wants
We try to right the wrongs
Still it don’t make us rise
Amidst confusion and sleek ideations
I’ll stretch the arm to light the heart


Ub©


A tribute to Tosali

This material came to me while visiting Tritana Orphanage with Sara O. The motto being, ‘lift a hand, light a heart’. There was this sweet little girl, angel, doodeedoo, Tosali, her name, probably about 10 months old, who was brought in apparently because one of the aunts intentionally dislocated her two limbs from the elbow for whatever reasons when she was 8months old, holy bladabadating!…the arms has since healed and she was trying to sing and clap with me. Clapping she would have had difficulty doing with broken limbs. I was so humbled and lifted.

CHANGE

Talk about the things that I can change
Not the ones that are beyond my power
Think about the wrong that could right
The possible ways I could’ve made it good
That little change I was too careful to make
Turned out a regret I’m too eager to tell
Talk about the decisions I have made
And what directions it has steered ma life
I could sing about all my mistakes
Maybe recite it in a thousand sonnets
Say something about my pride
Tell me about the hurt it has caused
Maybe then I can learn….
That I can change the things I can

Ub©

FRIDAY

Upon solemn nights
I wonder in thoughts
Immersed in me
Until a scene greets my sight
I feast my gaze
On a glorious sky, a starry night
Romancing galaxies, beautifully arrayed,
Clustering in pairs
Each telling a story
Then stare turns into tears
The glitter becoming blinding
Emotions can’t fathom creation
So the mind sets on a journey
Floating in despair
Searching for a pattern
Totally oblivious of reason,
The birth of a new phase
I find my mouth muttering
There’s a higher calling
Just keep your eyes to the stars

Ub©

MUMMBLES

I wanna write on my mind
Cos my hand is losing a head
These words that I wish to say
Causes a stir in my womb
Crumpling beneath
As gallantry sits on it
I wanna uncross my legs
If I can feel my mind
Cos when I talk I spit my heart
Constantly searching my mind
For an image that looks blurring
Coming from time I feel my body wasted
I look at an end
But the chapter is already beginning
I feel safe but I am already sinking
Out where no one dares to save me
I feel desistence
Much so my reflection arouses me
Oh so horribly, ugly I am aware
I feign strength
As I walk on rope
Concentrating on the fall
The only choice, not to fall
I feign strength
But with diminishing confidence
I still doubt the capacity to strive
Still, I revere in my pride.

Ub et Suban©

Coded

It’s like counting days to b...doom,
Timekeeping,
So often, the clock becomes a threat
Life is a secret,
Gets complex with age
The complex, be fun
Only where solutions abound
Lies, synonymous to life
The truth, very fun to tell
If only to strangers
So, I take my time,
Much that I can code my lines
When nothing to hide is fear
That the stranger might be danger,
Just another ranger with a vengeance


Ub©

INDEPENDENCE

I don’t need a saviour
I need the salvation
Exploited for centuries, I’m toughened and scary
I was made to be a star but my light is barely shinning

Time has roughened me,
Greed has polished me

I call it pride so I take the strides
To pay the price I stake the strife
‘Cause it don’t matter which tribe I slice
At the end of the day I’ll still feel the strike

Don’t trim my wings I need to fly
Don’t tame my game I’m free and wild
Take your riches I need my freedom
I said my wishes I need compassion

Said I’d soar the clouds
Dreams was that Id paint the moon
There were nights that I slept cold
But the fear of failure landed me success

Motivations aren’t made to be polar
It’s only the benefits that count
Let the pressure remain but don’t let it take control
You have what it takes I’m often told
Relax your mind, let things run the course


Ub©

Lethargy

Veils of disappointments
Mists of gloom
Visions of eternity
Damnation in pursuit

Weaned of hope
Too tired to thrust
Marred by logic
The dearth of dreams

Wishing and missing
Retiring to mercy
More storms aroused
Still impervious, none-withstanding

To reach, akin to breaching-pass
I need fast, so I knead fast
Pulling the stops so I pitch not
Will reason stop me? I doubt one

Ub©

Eat my words

Been away from my page for a while. Not been lazy all together, I have just been working offline....a lot! My blog's is getting poetic by the day, it is not my intention. Its just that life has been a rhyme lately. It has affected my writing. This blog is just a stamp that my blog is not dormant. Things are still very much kicking in the background. The end will justify the means

I approach everyday now with a very high level of uncertainty. Life then becomes exciting and boring depending on what kindda surprise it has on its sleeves.

Been writing things that I can't post yet until it is polished and the copyrights are in place. Just came back from Langkawi, an island off the Malaysian/Thailand coast. Wanted to christen it a writing trip, drew inspiration there(had to run away from kl as it flapped me out) as I worked on a project for a friend's upcoming album . Tried to catch fun all the way too.

The trip has triggered my writing prowess...My journal gets scribbled on almost on a regular basis now. Want to be more than prepare when the time to hit the studio arrives. Vibes come and go, almost wasted when I dont get the means to document it as it births. Constantly looking channels to refine my diamonds so I can put it up for sales.

I am beginning to realise that I definitely have what it takes to eat my words....I mean that literally

Morn

Better days are here again
I could hear the birds sing
chipping about making merry
so heart skips
I am assured I can breathe

Yellow rays illunminate the sheets
the glorious sun peeps, then crawls in
ma hands run over a glowing face
a smile cracks through revealing brilliant enamel
how could things go wrong again?
I ask myself

Ub(c)

Listen

Listen to silence’ bellowing call
Listen to the story of autumn’s fall
Listen to footsteps of friends disappearing
Isn’t this what mother said could happen?

Listen to the rustling of leaves in the park
Children, lovers, dogs stroll
Listen to familiar voices on voicemail
I’ll return your call but never do

Listen to the last drops of fall rain
It will soon be winter and you’re all alone
Listen to crumpling whispers from bedcovers
I’ll try my best but you’ll still be cold

Listen to seasons and see a reason
Listen to why and hear and heed
Listen to footsteps of friends approaching
There will be no mistaking for a second chance

Ub©

sonnet

Two nights in one day
Said a prayer and crept again
Two thoughts on one mind
It is well, it never will
Two things she cynically said
I love to run and run to stay
Two loves and one heart
One to love two to hate
Two things he always hears
I love you but just as friend
Few times on a single date
Found the one and then was lonely
Two days in one night
Said a prayer and lived again

Ub(c)

your worth in blings....

in the futility of living idle, my thoughts become vagabond. Suddendly I am inundated by the gross injustice and vanity that permeates this fragile world. I reason. what if we are all worth our weight in gold? Imagine if our singular net worth was measured by our weight and 'blinged'.

I dont know but that would be a damned excellent way of dealing with all the mess we have got ourselves into this rapidly evaporating earth. You are worth your weight in gold or say any other precious more expensive natural resources like diamond....come think of it! Food and other fattening diabolics would assume the exalted positions these commodities now sit in. People would just bloat like no man's bitness. Slimming parlors would launch a new line....'gain mass' and all sorts of other shitz and normalities would follow ensuit. This is one crazy ass lame writeup. But is cool to be able to think up and even post shitz when all else are not forthcoming. Imagine being worth 200kg of bling.....damn!