I've always wondered how far someone can go without taking a glance back on whatever they left behind. With each step, reaching new boundaries. Each blade of grass further away from home that you'll ever be. Tis funny when everything is good and people try to defy gravity for one another. Like kids on our first ride on a ferris wheel, scared but excited and when we hit the top of the wheel, we don't want to come down. It's like a waltz. A waltz that we don't want to end as we dance together with our dreams encapsulating ourselves and the world around us turns to a field. A field where we can pick up clovers and watch as clouds go by without a care of what may come next as a soft melodic tune plays on a piano coming from a lone beach house nearby. Blissful, as we sit on those fields before the tiny stream. Searching for the one clover that would bring us luck. A bliss only comparable to the taste of honey. Carefree as we sit there, never wanting the days to end. A little too fast do they pass on. Remembering those trips on the ferris wheel. Times spent together, waltzing 20 feet off the ground. Defying gravity for one another. All seem so far away. You've taken another step, you're now the furthest you've ever been from those memories. How far can one walk ahead without turning back to their memories of days gone by? How far is far?
[And we sat on the warm sand trying to find ourselves, only to find ourselves lost again]
Inspired by the anime Honey & Clover.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Forever never lasts (Revisited)
A snippet I wrote at the end of sec 3. It's not the best ever but it's alright. Got a pretty okay message too i think. Gimme a break. Haha.
....Geoff climbed up onto the back of what used to be a pickup truck next to a shed in the field about a block away from the stadium. The concert was still going on and the music was so loud that the wild twangs of the guitars and beats of the drums could be heard all the way in the field. With a loud metallic thud, he fell back into the flatbed. Gazing up at the starless sky, into the black beyond. He didn't know whether he was angry or sad. Distraught or infuriated. He just lay there with his eyes wide open. Trying to suppress what may have entered his brain at that moment. His body flinched faintly as he heard a husky but familiar voice.
Voice: You look like you could use a drink.
Geoff lifted his body slightly. Kyle was sitting on a tree stump at the foot of the truck. In his hands were 2 cans of soda.
Geoff: Yo.
Without another word, he slumped back down onto the metal surface with a thud even louder than the first.
Kyle: Well here's your soda. Catch. (Throws the can into the flatbed)
Another loud thud echoed throughout the field followed by a short fizzing sound which undoubtedly came from the can of soda.
Kyle: Well thats one way to waste a dollar.
Geoff: It's still good...why aren't you at the concert?
Kyle: Everyone had to go home and "study". And besides, you left in such a hurry. I knew something was up.
He picked up the can which was half empty by now and propped himself up against the back window of the truck. Wiping his mouth on his nylon jacket after a long sip, he began to drum his fingers eratically on the side of the door.
Kyle: So are you going to sit there and lose your mind or are you going to tell me whats wrong?
Geoff: Either way, it wouldn't make much of a difference....but i could give you the drift of things.
He took another sip of the gassy orange soda and he set the can down beside him.
Geoff: Jeanette was her name...We were childhood friends. Best friends for most of our lives. Nothing more nothing less...
Kyle: Jeanette Lockwood?
Geoff: Yeah...We were close...
Kyle: I see.
Geoff: Somehow I don't think you do.
Kyle: Why not? I've lost friends along the way too.
Geoff: Well she wasn't just any friend alright!
Kyle: ...
Geoff: We grew up together Kyle. We ran through this field almost every other day picking up forget me nots when we were kids. We helped each other tie our shoelaces when they came loose. We used to tell each other how we wanted the future to be. But now I see that we have gone further from that than we've ever been. She left for America when we were 10. Friends forever she said. Friends forever...I still remember grasping her hand and feeling that promise. And now, she's leaving for a second time.
Kyle: She's leaving Japan?
Geoff: No, she's walking away from that promise. That pact that we made right here in this truck 6 years ago.
Kyle: She's still at the stadium man. You ought to straighten things out there.
Geoff: I've already said what i had to say. And I can't do anything more.
Kyle: I see...
Geoff: Right now, I wish I could go back in time and replay my life so that I would have never met her. Just to save the painful memory. But another part of me wants to see her smiling face glint in the summer sun as the soft breeze tossed her black hair back and forth. It's like grasping a rose. Its beautiful and it smells better than any perfume in the world. But it hurts just to hold it in the palm of your hand.
Kyle: To tell you the truth, I know a little of how that feels.
Geoff: You may...but tell me Kyle, why is it that enemies can live as enemies for eternity but friends come and go like dust in the wind. Why is it so ironic?
Kyle: I don't know Geoff. I've asked myself that a couple of times as well.
Geoff: Forget about life insurance and home insurance. What this world needs is friendship insurance.
Kyle remained silent but Geoff knew that he was agreeing silently by the slight nods he gave. The two of them didn't say anything for a while as the guitars wailed in the distance.
Kyle: Not all friendships go away like dust.
Geoff: I find that hard to believe.
Kyle: I can't prove it myself either, but i'd like to trust that we'd be friends for a long time to come. The group of us.
Geoff: It's been 2 years since we've all been friends.
Kyle: Yeah. And I don't see it going anywhere awry for now.
Geoff tilted his head up to the sky as a couple of stars appeared from behind the jet black clouds.
Geoff: Perhaps you're right Kyle. Maybe there is a fabled tale of friends who never gave up on one another. But for now, I'm not going to believe in that.
Kyle: It's never easy to believe in something that seems so impossible.
Geoff: I guess. Just remember. If anyone ever says forever, ask them if they're even capable of lasting 6 years. Even 75 years isn't forever. Forever never ends. And in this world Kyle, forever never lasts...
Kyle: Hear, hear.
Geoff hung his head low for a second as a teardrop fell into his empty can of soda. He quickly rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket and took a deep breath.
Geoff: This is going to hurt for a while. Quite a while.
Kyle: You'll feel better soon. Don't worry.
Geoff: Thats just 12 years gone. No biggie.
He stood up and jumped off the flatbed and onto the grass below. Kyle gave him a pat on the back as they walked in the direction of the carpark.
Kyle: I probably will die before I'm 35 so i won't get the chance to experience this forever anyway.
Geoff: Neither, I'll be dead at 29.
Kyle: You know what, we joke too much about our deaths.
Geoff: (Laughs scarcely) Well whatever it is, I'm glad your my friend right now. Because I'm going to have to borrow bus fair from you. I'm broke..
Kyle:....Thats terrible man.
As the two of them walked off into the chill of the night, the stadium erupted with applause as the concert came to an end. It marked the end of a performance and the beginning of a new one. And that applied to Geoff and the other's lives very much.
I've never quite understood Geoff. Even in times of crisis he always seemed to be able to shine rays of cheeriness through his internal darkness. That's something i've never been able to do. I respect him alot for that. That night, he lost one of his dearest friends but he still had us to fall back on. After all, that was one of the Youngblood's mottos. If anyone should fall, be there to catch them.
(Forever never lasts-a snippet from the unfinished series, "Youngbloods")
-Kyle
....Geoff climbed up onto the back of what used to be a pickup truck next to a shed in the field about a block away from the stadium. The concert was still going on and the music was so loud that the wild twangs of the guitars and beats of the drums could be heard all the way in the field. With a loud metallic thud, he fell back into the flatbed. Gazing up at the starless sky, into the black beyond. He didn't know whether he was angry or sad. Distraught or infuriated. He just lay there with his eyes wide open. Trying to suppress what may have entered his brain at that moment. His body flinched faintly as he heard a husky but familiar voice.
Voice: You look like you could use a drink.
Geoff lifted his body slightly. Kyle was sitting on a tree stump at the foot of the truck. In his hands were 2 cans of soda.
Geoff: Yo.
Without another word, he slumped back down onto the metal surface with a thud even louder than the first.
Kyle: Well here's your soda. Catch. (Throws the can into the flatbed)
Another loud thud echoed throughout the field followed by a short fizzing sound which undoubtedly came from the can of soda.
Kyle: Well thats one way to waste a dollar.
Geoff: It's still good...why aren't you at the concert?
Kyle: Everyone had to go home and "study". And besides, you left in such a hurry. I knew something was up.
He picked up the can which was half empty by now and propped himself up against the back window of the truck. Wiping his mouth on his nylon jacket after a long sip, he began to drum his fingers eratically on the side of the door.
Kyle: So are you going to sit there and lose your mind or are you going to tell me whats wrong?
Geoff: Either way, it wouldn't make much of a difference....but i could give you the drift of things.
He took another sip of the gassy orange soda and he set the can down beside him.
Geoff: Jeanette was her name...We were childhood friends. Best friends for most of our lives. Nothing more nothing less...
Kyle: Jeanette Lockwood?
Geoff: Yeah...We were close...
Kyle: I see.
Geoff: Somehow I don't think you do.
Kyle: Why not? I've lost friends along the way too.
Geoff: Well she wasn't just any friend alright!
Kyle: ...
Geoff: We grew up together Kyle. We ran through this field almost every other day picking up forget me nots when we were kids. We helped each other tie our shoelaces when they came loose. We used to tell each other how we wanted the future to be. But now I see that we have gone further from that than we've ever been. She left for America when we were 10. Friends forever she said. Friends forever...I still remember grasping her hand and feeling that promise. And now, she's leaving for a second time.
Kyle: She's leaving Japan?
Geoff: No, she's walking away from that promise. That pact that we made right here in this truck 6 years ago.
Kyle: She's still at the stadium man. You ought to straighten things out there.
Geoff: I've already said what i had to say. And I can't do anything more.
Kyle: I see...
Geoff: Right now, I wish I could go back in time and replay my life so that I would have never met her. Just to save the painful memory. But another part of me wants to see her smiling face glint in the summer sun as the soft breeze tossed her black hair back and forth. It's like grasping a rose. Its beautiful and it smells better than any perfume in the world. But it hurts just to hold it in the palm of your hand.
Kyle: To tell you the truth, I know a little of how that feels.
Geoff: You may...but tell me Kyle, why is it that enemies can live as enemies for eternity but friends come and go like dust in the wind. Why is it so ironic?
Kyle: I don't know Geoff. I've asked myself that a couple of times as well.
Geoff: Forget about life insurance and home insurance. What this world needs is friendship insurance.
Kyle remained silent but Geoff knew that he was agreeing silently by the slight nods he gave. The two of them didn't say anything for a while as the guitars wailed in the distance.
Kyle: Not all friendships go away like dust.
Geoff: I find that hard to believe.
Kyle: I can't prove it myself either, but i'd like to trust that we'd be friends for a long time to come. The group of us.
Geoff: It's been 2 years since we've all been friends.
Kyle: Yeah. And I don't see it going anywhere awry for now.
Geoff tilted his head up to the sky as a couple of stars appeared from behind the jet black clouds.
Geoff: Perhaps you're right Kyle. Maybe there is a fabled tale of friends who never gave up on one another. But for now, I'm not going to believe in that.
Kyle: It's never easy to believe in something that seems so impossible.
Geoff: I guess. Just remember. If anyone ever says forever, ask them if they're even capable of lasting 6 years. Even 75 years isn't forever. Forever never ends. And in this world Kyle, forever never lasts...
Kyle: Hear, hear.
Geoff hung his head low for a second as a teardrop fell into his empty can of soda. He quickly rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket and took a deep breath.
Geoff: This is going to hurt for a while. Quite a while.
Kyle: You'll feel better soon. Don't worry.
Geoff: Thats just 12 years gone. No biggie.
He stood up and jumped off the flatbed and onto the grass below. Kyle gave him a pat on the back as they walked in the direction of the carpark.
Kyle: I probably will die before I'm 35 so i won't get the chance to experience this forever anyway.
Geoff: Neither, I'll be dead at 29.
Kyle: You know what, we joke too much about our deaths.
Geoff: (Laughs scarcely) Well whatever it is, I'm glad your my friend right now. Because I'm going to have to borrow bus fair from you. I'm broke..
Kyle:....Thats terrible man.
As the two of them walked off into the chill of the night, the stadium erupted with applause as the concert came to an end. It marked the end of a performance and the beginning of a new one. And that applied to Geoff and the other's lives very much.
I've never quite understood Geoff. Even in times of crisis he always seemed to be able to shine rays of cheeriness through his internal darkness. That's something i've never been able to do. I respect him alot for that. That night, he lost one of his dearest friends but he still had us to fall back on. After all, that was one of the Youngblood's mottos. If anyone should fall, be there to catch them.
(Forever never lasts-a snippet from the unfinished series, "Youngbloods")
-Kyle
Monday, June 12, 2006
Drug-dgery
A joint production between Kurt Ganapathy Pictures and Kyle's Kickass Films on an anti-drug movement. Our style. Featuring critically acclaimed actor Ryan Bartushock and oscar nominated Artist' the dog.
Friday, June 09, 2006
If I only had a brain.
I could while away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head, I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel ev'ry riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain
With the thoughts I'd be thinkin'
I could be another Lincoln,
If you only had a brain.
Oh, I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore,
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more.
I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
Perhaps i'd deserve you,
and be even worthy of you,
If I only had a brain.
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head, I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel ev'ry riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain
With the thoughts I'd be thinkin'
I could be another Lincoln,
If you only had a brain.
Oh, I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore,
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more.
I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
Perhaps i'd deserve you,
and be even worthy of you,
If I only had a brain.
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