in the eyes of someone ..

Hey beautiful, the case in question, very often, is the weather. The whole of yesterday was summarized by a grey, cloudy expanse. Totally contrasting was the bright sunshine and the sky that greeted me this morning. A bright blue sky, maybe a couple of shades off the striking blue on the plumage on a kingfisher, but still, illuminatingly beautiful. Unfortunately, circumstances force certain types of working people to spend a majority of their time in the confines of indoor recesses when they'd rather spend time in the yard playing with a couple of cats. Perhaps not, I'd prefer watching the clouds drift by. Indeed, there wasn't one in sight before noon. After fulfilling my share of time in the indoor confines, I set out for my haven. "Long may this routine last!", I sigh and say to myself fully knowing that it will not. Undeterred by this, of course, I was today. I looked up at the North-Western skies and there were wisps of clouds that looked like a human palm, fingers four in all and a thumb. I thought the outstretched hand was trying to tell me something. Or in the eyes of someone ...

Very soon, a bright yellow moon rose from the east, from behind the trees. The moon was in its full grandeur tonight, still is of course. Reminds me of Narsil, the sword of Elendil. The sword's name contains the elements nar and thil, "fire" and "white light", referring to the sun and moon. Ah, I remember the scene. 

"Anduril! Flame of the West. Reforged from the shards of Narsil!"
The sword that shines ...

is there a sparkle in the eyes of someone .. ??

Well, folks, isn't it amazing how a sequence of songs reads a well composed story. Here's one
I am Superman, Kryptonite, I'm No Superman, Here Comes the Sun and Hero.

Here's another one, it is incomplete though.
Strangers in the Night ................ Our House.

Wait up folks, I totally forgot to mention the fact I'm currently in a little bit of an inebriated state. I thought I'd jot down some stuff here before I drown completely in my inebriation. You, my dear friend, so not unlike me are wise if this makes utter nonsense to you. Rest your head, because everything is so easy.

- The Drunken Monkeh.

another half page of scribbled lines ..

Well, it is November already. This sweet melody is playing, like an old gramophone record from decades gone past my ephemeral existence of yonder. It has been a while since I've pieced a piece at this time of the day, perhaps a year or more. There isn't anything in particular that I'd like to write about. Maybe it's something to do with, say, pohucussing. They constantly flitter about, but let's just say that I have been thinking about islands and how you can't really be marooned on one.  It's like this, I suppose it might not strike you immediately, but it is like being wise, but, without wisdom. It's strange, this serenity that has descended upon me. I'm sure I will drift seamlessly into that realm now; where a stone dropped in the water creates ripples that echo through the walls of silence. Soon, little boy, that cloud you see will drift away.

- Local Hero

Some things are just meant to mean something!

Well crafted are the words of wise men.

Bruce Lee had this to say:

" Martial art has a very, very deep meaning as far as my life is concerned because, as an actor, as a martial artist, as a human being, all these I have learnt from martial art. To me, ok, to me, ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself. I mean it is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky, but to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, and to express myself honestly, that my friend is very hard to do."

I hope one day I can say the same thing about football,  maybe something, or someone!

The great thing about football is the way in which it helps you connect to life, or whatever.  You know, sometimes I feel its almost like a person you can talk to. I'm just trying to say that football means a lot to me, in a lot of ways. And, of course my club Manchester United.

In the wake of recent events, this is what I wish to say, of course with the help of a few well crafted words.

"Ah, fill the Cup:  what boots it to repeat

How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:

Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday,

Why fret about them if To-day be sweet!"

XXXVII

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Well crafted indeed.

And there ain't no reason to fret today.

Well, because, you know what we've got? We've got faith, love for our team and most importantly, in Sir Alex we trust. I foresee one last act of greatness on his part.

He is the Genius of the Restoration

And at Manchester United we Aid our Own Resuscitation!

- An emotionally stirred Red Devil.

Never, never cross swords with a Devil who holds no sword and bares no fangs.

Of Stubbed toes and Punching Dry Walls

My dear punk, I know what you're thinking. And it's not whether I've fired six rounds or five. Hold it, backed by a bout of severe criticism from certain critics, existential, surely not the word I have in my mind, and imaginary, I have decided that from this current instant, and I mean this, I will alert the audience before I take my customary, seemingly unnecessary diversions. Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I've kind of lost track myself. But being this a .44 magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and that would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question. Do you feel lucky? Well, do you? Punk. And that's certainly not what you're thinking because you're ambling along thinking, 'What a day it has been and what a rare mood I'm in, why it's almost like being ..', and then, all of a sudden you stub your toe against a dry stone and you are out of your reverie.

I'm sure you sweats know what unagi is. There is a concept in karate, called Unagi. Ah, some things really make you roll on the floor and laugh like crazy. It is quite something, and it's a real work out too. It's an exploding gigaloop. Exploding, because the gigaloop by default is implosive, initially at the least. Surely, on the floor on all your four limbs and punching the floor with your fists, you laugh so hard you start crying and your stomach starts aching; rolling around loling and then you think, ok, ok, enough. Everybody goes quiet for a moment, and then all of a sudden somebody just can't hold it in any longer and you're at it all over again. I don't know! Well, I did bring up Unagi for a reason. A person who is capable of true unagi wouldn't end up injuring the toe in the manner I have previously described. Maybe, just maybe, actually I'm sure there are times in one's life when one cannot remain in a state of true unagi. Of course, the simplest solution would be to wear shoes when you're out walking, but then you would miss out on the amazing, but painful, stubbed toe experience. 

Every time I've stubbed my toe, I've learnt a new lesson. On second thought, maybe I've just learnt the same lesson in a different way. It never was an act of recklessness, but more an act of appreciation. I'm sure the not-so-fair people understand what I mean. After all there is a soft spot, occasionally reserved, for those fairer people; actually when these fairer peoples stub their toe it most surely is an act of recklessness. Well, me being a football player and of decent pedigree, there are times when I play bare-foot. That reminds me of what one wise man among the wisest had to say, "Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the wind longs to play with your hair!" Winds blowing and the hair playing, and yet another stubbed toe. Alright, back to the football. But first, a statement worthy of my modesty. I'm sure you folks know that I would be the last to deny the fact that I am light miles away from being a good footballer at any decent level. Actually, pick up the previously used adjective, pedigree, and chuck it straight at the kennel. What I intended to say is that I've never hurt my toes playing football. Night cricket at the entrance, yes! Anyway, you know what some wise men say - You stub your toe for a reason, oh you sure do!

Surely, this isn't all about stubbed toes. Being Photonman, I should be able to tell you how light is limitless and tireless. General relatively speaking, I'm speaking about waves and reflections and therefore how, everything we do, and by we I mean everybody, is just some sort of reflection. Newton's third, maybe and surely not! Song writing is something I've got to look at. He did say his music was literal. Actually, punching walls is something I'll talk about another time. Bright news for some of the old sweats, I've started working on my 'Elementary Treatise on Berbatovian Mechanics'. Patience they say, is the art of hoping. And what Wordsworth had to say, those beautiful words from the springs of tranquility, so apt. 

This ain't no poetry, but surely it isn't prosaic.

I know, for it was she who said, "It's mosaic."

Who the devil is she? It's always been said, 'Sometimes it's all in the name!'

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Well, I wonder, 'What's in a name??'