Frustrations

It's raining again..... another dark and gloomy day......

The world just do not have a hi tolerance for creative people.
It is growing increasing frustrating to wake up everyday to constant nagging from the people around you. They think you are not doing enough and keep expecting more from you.

Study harder..... get better grades...... get a girlfriend...... find a good job........ get married.......

The social norms are getting more and more disturbing. Success is measured by the size of the car you drive,how beautiful your gal is or the number of zeroes in the bank account etc etc. People who throw caution to the wind and try to pursue their artistic inclinations are often frown upon. The system works in such a way whereby there is a common ideal way to live and anything different will render one and outcast.

Expectations only go up and never goes down...... it is like a helium filled balloon....... you are only expected to float upwards and nothing more.

I don't think I do well as a surbodinate. Never been a good listener and it seriously cramps my style. I have my own way of doing things and people hate me for that. I get easily irritated and unable to perform my best when I have to supress my creativity .

Even as a kid, I was not happy just sitting at the sidelines being a supporter. I am someone who wants to do something with my life but 99% of the time, people just hold me back and it seriously cramps my style. A phoenix cannot act like a little bird forever....... it is destined to fly to the heavens but when people keep telling you that you can't....it is disheartening.I have enough of all
this........

I Wanna fly....I wanna fly..... I WILL FLY....I WILL FLY!!!!

Maybe deep down inside, I am just a frustrated artist who is chained down by what the world wants and expects..... but I WILL FLY....... cos I know I can!

Beary Least

It's wonderful what kind of pictures you can get from shooting a wedding.lolx

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Dark Secret

Dear Aver was not really in the mood today, thus we cut the shoot short.... but with her photoshop skills ...we actually did rather well.

Drawers

Rolls upon rolls of vertical drawers,
Where men try to climb.
The submit of the colony,
To claim rights divine.
Strolling along sand filled streets,
till chance do they meet.
Swirling their stick like hands in motion for food,
The right to mate and land.
In Coloured match boxes they scurried forward.
Thru life to death,
The soulless march.
Painted faces, forgotten names.
Just a number, a statistics.... what a shame.
On and on the ferris wheel turns.
Light, images and sound into the mind they burn.
Steeping forward thru the window.
onto the hands of time.
who will forget you and continue to chime.
A forgotten name.......
they all sigh.

Aver

Love is a wonderful thing.
I was like a lost sheep for so many years of my life......
wandering around without an aim.......
Losing track of time and traces of my sanity as the sands of time slips bymy hands.
It is very hard to remain sane when the people around him do not understand.
You will always be that unrealistic dreamer ........
Someone who is going to be left behind by the flow of time .

Ever waking moment was a horror.
Without fail, self doubts and insecurity tortures and torments my soul.
It tears me apart as a part of me longs to be fee to fly.......
with my easel and canvas to paint the world.
Another part of me begs for me to be realistic and feed the body rather than the soul.
Countless nights have been spent tossing and turning around in bed.
Fighting the war from within......
one with no half time or pit stops.......
just endless screaming as reality sticks a knife into me and slices me apart.

A tormented soul,I have been.......
now my salvation has appeared.
Your softness of touch has awoken me from my slumber......
the dreamer has becomer a DO-er,
and grows in strength every day from you sweet scent and charm,
I do not know what I will do without you,
my sweetest Goddess of love.....
My Venus.......
My eternity.........

3 times!!!

Up the stairs in front of the giant fish lion,
across the busy junction opposite an emerald.
up 3 flights of stairs near your lovely nest.......
I carried you......
like I never carried anyone before.......
your weight in my arms......
your body against my back.........
So close...... so warm.........
that it feels like forever.......
an eternity.
I wanna hold you forever, my dearest Venus!
You are mine! and mine alone!

Loving you....
Your Mars

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Finally got things going. It is harder than it seems setting up your own company.
So many things to look into. I am really glad I have Aver with me on this journey, she was the one who made me realise that I can actually do this...... Things are rather crazy at the moment.... still in the process of getting things together. I know we can do this together, Aver. I love you!

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