Author Archives: paul dhillon

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Audio to be played in class.

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Life’s A Bitch Remix

Just another day, and just another mess

But if you resign you’ll never know success

No one told you that life is tough

And you will never be good enough

And in this life there are no breaks

Because you will give and they will take

And take it all, till you have nothing left

From the time you’re born, till the time of death

There is no such as “all is fair”

Because when you fall, they won’t care

This life is your last, so enjoy it ‘til the end

Chin up, get out now and try again my friend

(Hook)

Because you have no choice but to keep on walking

And make them listen when you are talking

These are just the things you have to do

Life’s a bitch, but so are you

To keep on moving and keep surviving

And be the person worth memorizing

Only can succeed if you put it on the table

You will be able to realize you are a truth and not a fable

These are just the things you have to do

Life’s a bitch but so are you

Risk it- standing proud demands to give a bit

No future to behind, so make the best of it

Anyone can give up, lay down, and die

But its’ the strong who give it a try

And take day by day, and hit by hit

And they’re the ones who get over it

So maybe you will give it all

But if you give nothing, you’ll surely fall

Into the pit with the rest of the lot

Who looked at their life and then forgot

Face it, find out that its worth to make a stand

Nothing venture nothing have – it’s true my friend

(Hook)

Because you have no choice but to keep on walking

And make them listen when you are talking

These are just the things you have to do

Life’s a bitch, but so are you

To keep on moving and keep surviving

And be the person worth memorizing

Only can succeed if you put it on the table

You will be able to realize you are a truth and not a fable

These are just the things you have to do

Life’s a bitch but so are you

Sizzling overtop the hugest cow

Running smoother than a backbeat

of a rudder on a placid, jewel-toned, benevolent lake

shadowed by piles of metallic hash

so make sure you’ve had your tetanus shot.

Got get that prick!

Additionally, others were looking for that prick

Typical New York City.

In the trash on the street

Was where I lay to map

I whispered discreetly, hand over my eyes,

The Bruskest ham sandwich, brunkier than my loves.

Dhillon – LLED 445 – Assignment #2

Ghost Story

Come back to me, exciting daily first delights,

Come back to me, sweet faith of never being alone.

Come back to me, carefree nights,

Come back to me, the obliviousness of the unknown.

Come back to me, rebirth of seasons,

Leave me, memories deflated by treason.

Leave me, shivers when I walk,

Leave me, metal flowers blooming on my tongue.

Leave me, muted rank of my talk,

Leave me, empty heart and your desire to be young.

1.Transform what has been seen.

2.Break the silence.

3.Risk yourself.

4.Find radiance.

5.Ready yourself for scorn.

6.Embrace difficulty.

7.Work hard.

8.Find the language.

9.Turn despair into beauty.

10.Write.

Wait of Weighting

There it is. That familiar low hum. Much like a forest, where does it begin? The first leaf or the tip of the first root?

Devine genesis? Marinating experiences? There is nothing slow about it at all

It makes you cold. Paralysis. Heart stalls, missing its cue. Setting you back. The atmosphere in your mouth shifts, shame stripping away the moisture, into the air, soulless.

Existing in your mind. Self-ordained to be true. Dissolving veneer illuminating miscalculations, engineering a bridge to the antagonist: yourself.

Rupture. Fault lines charting a schism in character. Cracks widening into gaps. the Positive affirmations imploding, unable to raise a hand to protect your face. Syrupy oscillations, drowning in grey.

Identity in parenthesis. How should a person be? Who are you? When will the suppression become expression? You tell yourself it is a joke, except it is not funny anymore. Loud in the centre, rational frequencies distorted, white nose. Static contempt.

Primary colours mixing, blending, intertwined with one another, various shades created. Light. Dark. Translucent. Opaque. Except you cannot choose one. A mess. Splatter of characteristics. Tones. Moods. Energy. It’s a cruel thing we do to yourself: adjusting the truth.

Tapestry of yourself is in view, to judge. What was the first stitch? Is it even still there? Interwoven, building upon one another. On display for a private viewing of one. Borrowed ideas. Pain. Joy. Indifference. A mosaic of your experiences. Bare threads exposed waiting to be part. Together. Increasing your dimensions. Your understanding. Yourself. Burned, Wrinkled. Unfinished. Asterisk. Your own story. Yours to wear. Asymmetrical.

Lungs. Fill. With. Lead.

Acceptance.

Blossom.

You remember you have the choice in how to act. Comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, the choices, even if you have done nothing to deserve it.