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A TALE OF HEARTING

Love, ardour, benevolence, philia
Take a moment and give me your ear’
Indifference, apathy, nonchalance,
Let me take this chance;
To subliminally release
With hardly any ease
That which troubles my inner calm
Though you ought to be my soothing balm.
A panacea,
Of emotional sorts
That I can take up in minute shots
My halcyon
In the troubled sea.

At first it was all merry bliss.
As I received your first kiss.
Your straightforwardness
Was a pillar in my emotional mess;
A sturdy anchor
That could hold down an 18-wheeler tanker.
It was rainbows and unicorns
Though even love has its pros and cons.

Now though I have a diff’ story to tell
A sound reminiscent of the death knell.
I drop two coins in the wishing well
Hear the peal of the church bell’;
Was what I want
Though now I have no choice but to punt.

Now it’s all indifference
Apathy, nonchalance.
Better if it were hate aversion,
Antipathy.
Take the decision
Out of empathy.
‘Cause it was once said
“The opposite of love is not hate,
It’s indifference.”
I’ll just reiterate
Better I hate
Than you to Coventry I send.

I hope you get to read this
I don’t want you to be perplex’
Puzzle, baffle, gravel or vex.
It’s as clear as day and night
That very soon you might
Lose what you love for good
I should stop this if I could
But the ball now is in your park
So decide how you’ll throw it back.
Silence, quiet
Just won’t quite;
Help you us in deciding what’s right.
Let’s all talk and bare our feeling’
And know what hand we’ll next be dealing…

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Of Proverbial Opposites

My SPIRIT beam is still not functioning so I’m still stuck on this crabby drub planet called the jewel of the solar system. As soon as I get back to my Universe of Infinite I’ll send over detailed images of what a planet should look like..

Opposite attract so the English say.. But I am yet to see an introverted nerd get married to an extroverted blonde. I’m yet to see Yin and Yang appear at the same time. I’m yet to see a life form that incorporates death and life in the same vessel in equimolar quantities.
Yes another rant and rave of the Deity of the Universe of Infinite. Today I’m going to be on the case of how you earthlings say and do contradictory things.
To start of I’ll jot down a list of proverbs and sayings that will confuse even the best of the best.
1. Opposites attract YET birds of a feather flock together.
2. Two is company three is crowd YET the more the merrier.
3. Actions speak louder than words YET the pen is mightier than the sword.
4. Practice makes perfect HOWEVER all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
5. The bigger the better BUT good things come in small packages.
6. Too many cooks spoil the broth YET many hands make light work.
7. Never send a boy to do a man’s job BUT … A little boy shall lead the all.
8. Above all to yourself be true THOUGH when in Rome do as the Romans do.
9. A man’s reach should exceed his grasp YET a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
10. Don’t judge a book by its cover HOWEVER clothes make the man.
11. Variety is the spice of life YET never change horses midstream.
12. A penny saved is a penny earned BUT money is the root of all evil.
13. The squeaky wheel gets the grease HOWEVER silence is golden.
14. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks YET it is never too late to learn.
15. Haste makes waste BUT he who hesitates is lost.
16. Nothing ventured nothing gained NEVERTHELESS better safe than sorry.
17. Do it well or not at all THOUGH half a loaf is better than none.
18. He who hesitates is lost BUT act in haste and repent at leisure.
And my personal favourite:
Out of sight out of mind THOUGH absence makes the heart grow fonder.
So until next time….

Her Memory

Green, yellow and brown watch as they fall down.
The Autumn leaves of yonder town.
Hitting the ground gently like an elephant.
Let us go to Imax, seeking greater climax.
Ain’t nothing going to take this heart away.
Guide dogs leading the blind, force is strong
with this one.
Papier-mâché, china ware, somewhere in the hemisphere.
We used to walk by the river, till the day she drowned.
Now her memory is just a circus with a clown,
That no longer comes to town.

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

No this story isn’t about a pretty little girl outsmarting a fox…. Uhm.. Wrong story.. Let me bring that up again.. This story isn’t about a pretty girl dropping her glass slipper and marrying a prince.. I have it wrong again.. One last time.. No! This story isn’t about a pretty little girl having golden flowing locks heading to the woods and having to make a choice from three in other words meaning sampling.

Rather, it is about a young man’s quest in life to find a suitable partner. This might have an allusion to Princess and the frog, Princess and the pea et al.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, there lived a young boy named Sinclair. Sinclair was a quiet, nerdy, introverted boy, who mainly kept to himself and books. His primary school life was one of education and a few friendships here and there. Other than a few secret crushes, he had no love life.

Enter secondary and Sinclair could no longer smother the urges to get himself a mate. His first real girlfriend was a young lady that he met up with at a library during the midyear holidays; just before his final exams.

Within a week, he had managed to get the lady’s admiration and loyalty. However, his first relationship was a long distant one. He himself being staunch nonbeliever in long-distant, it wasn’t bound to work. The loosely knit relationship was formally terminated two years later on.

Other crushes came and went before finally settling on the first Princess called Dorothy. The two met at The world of I and O (1s and 0s), During a Social Interaction platform. What started off as a post, led to a castle invitation. What Sinclair liked about Princess Dorothy was she had attained a whooping 92% of his dream girl expectations.

Princess Dorothy in physique was small in body size and short. She had a cute smile, natural hair, wore spectacles as Sinclair, had a high sense of humour, smart both streetwise and bookwise. The two both had slightly complicated family backgrounds and tyrannical mothers. Their compatibility from Sinclair’s viewpoint was an average 85%.

Unfortunately, like most relationships happening in cyberspace it didn’t last long. After two face to face meetings, Princess Dorothy broke off the relationship due to a reason of vague nature..

Sinclair didn’t believe it as the real reason. However, the heartbreak and pain he suffered was too much. The following four months were the most excruciating period of his life. Day in, day out, he still thought of her.

When he realised she was gone for good, he reacted by encamping himself in a citadel having hypo-Jerusalem Gates height walls; hypo-Great Wall of China strength. Up went brick, then stone, titanium, diamond, platinum and finally borazon walls to encircle his heart and protect it from any other pain.

Two years later, Sinclair tentatively cut a window sized hole through the walls and allowed a commoner sobriqueted Sandra to “own” his heart. However, using his newly unlocked, self-defensive extrapolative powers, he could see the relationship couldn’t work out.. Sure enough it didn’t.

A year later Princess Mary entered the picture. Other than the height issue, Princess Mary was the second best candidate after Dorothy. Funny enough, Mary surpassed Dorothy especially in one area; Sinclair and Mary belonged to the same Religious Order.

Sinclair loved this Princess to the extent that he claimed Princess Mary was the only one he would think of marrying. The only issue was Princess Mary was a tad too young to be given off to marriage to anyone at that particular moment.

Using his extrapolative skills, he deducted the line of best fit and calculated that Princess Mary would never be his. Knowing that he deliberately hatched a plot to fall in love with another and wait for it to be broken.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on which end of cupid’s arrow you are on, just because Sinclair had exceptional extrapolative skills didn’t mean he had exceptional planning skills. So he never did manage to have his heart invaded and violated, as much as he rolled out the red carpet for any nearby camping armies.

Old Father Time heals, so they say; Sinclair soon got over Princess Mary with time.

Exit two Princess, left with one; Princess Cindy. The “affair” or to be affair with Cindy was doomed to fail from the very start. Reason was, Sinclair had compromised too much. Cindy attained a measly 30% compared to Dorothy’s 92%.

Cindy was sub-standard yet Sinclair decided to go for her just because he was lonely and desperate. Yes to be fair, he even did things out of the way to please Cindy, but he even knew it wouldn’t work. Princess Cindy on the other hand didn’t want to push Sinclair away too far but also didn’t want to let him get close.

Sinclair knew this and though a number of times he made situations where the best and only way out was for Princess Cindy to dump him she never played that card. Well Sinclair might be a ‘baka’ when it comes to romance but he ain’t in real life. Slowly he pulled away, raising the anchor and drifted away from Princess Cindy.

So now after being Goldilocks and not finding just the right porridge, chair and finally bed to sleep in, he has decided instead of going to another house or cave and start sampling again, he is single and this time for good. After all, from his extrapolates he knows very well there won’t be another Princess Dorothy and his extrapolation has never failed him. Once again, his heart has been locked up in that citadel and now has electric fencing, CCTV surveillance cameras and two rare Transylvanian creatures guarding it. If you are a damsel enough, have fun saving the Knight in shining armour. And no it isn’t the other way around.

Torn in Two

I think I love, I think I hate,
This feeling in me up to date,
I try to smother, I try to crush,
This feeling akin to a sugar rush
When you see me, when I see you,
Oh the things I wish to do!
Just me and you
My lovely beau..
Yet in my mind,
It ain’t hard to find,
The part in me that’s carefree
Doesn’t care, and will dare
To easily forget thee..
I’m a human that I agree
All these emotions causing a storm in the sea
Though mainly two are foremost
The rest are just but lurking ghost’
Stoical and altruistic those are one side
Cynical and sarcastic these two won’t hide..
Though for now my mind is at ease
For the moment I have mind of peace
Or peace of mind
For the time being I will find..

Random Words of Deity of Infinite

What is in a name? what is an identity? yeah some of you will tell me that a name is your identity but that is the same as saying that all drugs are medicine. Relax, me the Deity of my Universe of Infinite I am not going to deal in the mechanics of what identity is.. Rather I am going to touch on the superficial areas of it..

I am an anime fan and my best anime to date is Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto wrote or rather drew or whatever tickles your fancy, a plot that relates to me 100%. From wanting to be acknowledged, to loving people who don’t want you, to wanting to change the world. My favourite character is Uchiha Itachi. His genjutsu or illusionary technique using his Sharingan(An Uchiha kekke genkai or bloodline) is one called Limited Tsukuyomi. There is a more powerful version of it that is possible by reviving the Ten tails beast and its called Infinite Tsukuyomi.. Basically here everyone is trapped in the alternate fantasy universe where there is no war according to antagonist Uchiha Madara. He has the right concept but the wrong means. Even Uchiha Sasuke wanted to have the Tsukuyomi where he instead controls everything. Is it just me or are the Uchihas just power craving selfish prats just like The emperor in Akame ga Kill.. The exception of course is Itachi Uchiha, go watch the anime or read the manga and you will understand. Anyway my allusion to the Tsukuyomi is this, I too have a Tsukuyomi jutsu only that mine is personal. Instead of trying to control all mankind to peace, I create my own Tsukuyomi and there I create new things people and law; hence my title Deity of Universe of Infinite. So my first identity is Deity.

Next up is my human aspect of it. I guess I am the most unfortunate being born during this times. One I was given a highly functioning brain. That is where all my problems begin. I already acknowledge my existence and with it I also know my position in the chain of life; or as it is called the pecking order of things. Now to counter the effects I am forced to have different personalities just to protect myself. I am an introvert by birth and nature. I love my alone time but because of my awareness I know that I need some human interactions to keep me sane. So I switch personalities to a mode that will enable me socialize with you humans. However that is a very emotionally draining activity. So once again I switch to nerd mode  where I can still interact with humans and still remain sane in a controlled environment.

At times though I don’t want to be seen or recognised because I know my place in life. Just like Uchiha Obito who when asked by Naruto whom he was, he replied that he was nobody. Most of the time I feel that way too. Don’t get me wrong I do want to have friends, in fact I want to have a friend who’ll stick with me always and whom I too can be needed by. I might never be loved or even love but the feeling of being needed is the second best option to experiencing love. I have tried my hand at the love thing and yes it is appealing but however, kissing too many frogs to get your prince or princess charming is tiresome. Besides that requires intense human interactions and I am just not ready to start a full scale socialising programme. The friends or rather nodding acquaintances I have are really not interested in me that much. Yes I can hear you quite clearly, am I putting the effort myself. I am and have but now, I accept my position that I wasn’t meant to have such friends.

I have this accept things as they come mentality; If I am to die tomorrow then so be it. If I am to be injured tomorrow then so be it. It is said prepare for the worst but expect the best right? Well I prepare for the worst and expect it.. Am I a cynic? Am i a pessimist? You decide but it doesn’t change anything. All in all since I am embracing my negativity it makes me stronger. I sound just like an antagonist right? Well I might be.. Anyway by now you have seen my other identity, right?

If I see a bleeding cat and a bleeding child, which will I tend to first? You say the child, right? Using the two which will I feel more pity to? The child right? WRONG…. Yes out of my obligation as a human I will tend to the child first but my heart is more inclined to the animal. Humans especially of this age and era are just selfish beings both on physical and all other levels. With humans it is all about me me, I I.. At least with animals I expect that kind of thinking and so I am more inclined to them. In fact animals are less selfish and are excused for any wrongs they do because they are instictual creations. Humans have brains that they use yet it is always about self.. My other identity has surfaced as you can notice now.

I want to continue on so many aspects of my identity but I will stop here for now. This post should be a guide on how to interact with me should we ever bump into each other. If we don’t, the better..

A Story of a Story; Me and Her

This is what Romance told about me..
[Aeons back, when I was but a young youth, I fell in love with a damsel. We met on a social network  during the autumn season. Aphrodite sent me her gifts and made me like HER. HER was a fine young lassie straight from high school- but we liked each other from the very start. She was my type, short, funny, spex-wearing, and the only lady that understood me well apart from those whom I monikered the BIG 4. We hit it on very well until all my friends knew I was love drunk. The great infallible love-hating Tungsten Chloride (WC) was in love. We met in October then and I truly fell in love. Finally November came along and I spent time with her before  she had to travel. That Sunday was the best of my life. I remember my friends telling me never to attach myself to her. Oh! How I wish I had listened. The next day we never talked but at night on the social network we did. Apparently she had a prob with me- a very minor issue. I tried and cried to let her give me a chance- finally she did. But my patroness Pallas Athene Of The Flashing Eyes and Mighty Olympian Zeus played a dirty trick and made her to send me a ‘gift’. After that I said never again will I fall in love. I went through a lot of pain that month. Aegis-wearing Athene felt pity on me and send my BFF the lovely blonde Tracy to comfort me. Tracy helped me board the Singles’ Xpress and there I will remain. The only thing that bothered me was I never found out the real reason for our break up- as the reason she gave me, only a donkey will buy. If you want to torture a journalist/ author hide the truth from him- I still have not found the reason. Tracy, Athene, Fantasy and Magic, they know why but they refuse to tell me. Up till now I’ll never trust womenfolk unless they are my creations. All because of one girl.]
Well Nursery Rhyme and Poetry had tears in there eyes. Mystery looked at me: ‘The mystery of the love affair.’
Drama shook his head sympathetically as Horror patted my back. Magic sneered at me while Romance knew that she and I would never recline on the same table. You wonder about my two favourites- Thriller and Suspense? They knew the story from before. Sci-Fi looked at me bored then took out an I-wrist -a device that was a comp, phone, music-player, video-player all in a silver-platinum bracelet. I-wrist will be available in the near future when I-pads will be phased out. Ne way he pressed play and took out mini-earphones.
I wiped a tear and Floetry saw me. She got up and said: ‘I had accused Novellah Synthesis of being heartless person. I mean he created Horror Fiction. But from his experience with HA he shed a tear that had so much emotion. I take back my words after all you are the father of Romance.’
She raised her golden buttercup and toasted whence we all drank to our future. The bluebells rang as everyone left. Thriller and Suspense winked at me before vanishing- they knew my secret.
It will only be fair for me to tell you- the I-Wrist has a holograph player. I never shed a tear. Suspense came back and kissed my forehead: ‘Good night Daddy, and Fantasy told me to tel u she knows your future wife..

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T
R
A
C
Y.’
With that she vanished. Pshaw ati Tracy.. Fantasy no wonder the name suits you..
Anyway the lesson learnt is/ moral of the story is:

EVERYTHING
STARTS
WITH
A

DOT
O
T

The
End

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