unity through sound

in familiar stances

amidst strangers 

a momentary lapse

surrounding all

and now

a shared appreciation 

before. 

the curtains are drawn. 

landing back. 

and almost all is lost...

to the grand pretense. 

plan b

back up

back off

butt out 

build up 

bring in 

bring out 

buy in 

buy off 

bugger off 

bail.

question(able) transaction

what affects the interview process and why do we perform a certain way during that process? to mould into another skin, to perform the rehearsed, and why, why, why... in this day and age are we still filling out form after form after forms?! all the yap about modern technology and going green and still, has no one thought of a quicker, more efficient way to get someone's particulars without having to fill out forms? anyways, forms aside and back to the main points. what and why? it seems we have not evolved much from our ancestors and surely, there has to be a better, quicker, more efficient way for recruitment. 

oh well. 

confuzzled

how is it that humans are lauded for work that isn't originally crafted? oh gosh, yes, i forgot! i'm back on planet earth again. to the emerald city, i return. 

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reflection note: is gryswtr sending out too much negative energy? apologies if so, but... 

constant calamity

like a nagging dry cough. 

like a bone in your throat. 

like a splinter, like a sore. 

like a scratch on your car door.

as irritating as can be,

the best you will ever live to be. 

like the irritants of the world, 

like everything we wish 

to NEVER be. 

want not, 

waste not. 

the lights are on

but no one's home. and you wonder why  everyone's laughing.

careful, now. 

soaking in superficiality

the colgate smiles and the exchange of complements and the how do you do's and this and that and drinking overpriced wine you don't really like and paying for music renditions which are already overplayed on the radio. oh, you know the lyrics too? good on ya, then. i see your shoulders moving and over there, i see your foot tapping but why won't you stand up to dance? can't even lift your dainty fingers to clap? oh, it's not cool...and it's juvenile is it? my bad, then. 

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indeed, tragedy and trauma screams louder than tranquility. the empty vessel, the misbegotten conduct. and yet, the conduct that is favoured by most.