My OperaSticky post
Unpackaged...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011 10:47:23 PM
Naked, as the Sahara deserts,
Accepting, and all embracing like the black river Nile,
Humble as the walls of Berlin have been made to be,
And timelessly gracious as the walls of China as seen through all ages,
“Blackingly” dark as the word beauty
And more feministic than the cold white light,
Proud as the “frontingly” colorful peacock
That similarly chases & strikes like lightening
Anything that dares to diminish its pride,
And with pride, you desire me,
You craved for the status
That comes with my knowledge
And none requesting reciprocating
Hand lock-hand lifting power
When or when not purchased,
But I am your resentment,
I am the plague you carry on your back
Like a hunched man,
I am the tide that brings antiques
To the sea shores,
Always reminding you of the past
Through sights,
I thought I was your desire
But now I understand
You desire what you truly are,
Unpackaged, untainted,
Unlike you,
Unlike you were
When you were everything like me,
But now only just a package…
Accepting, and all embracing like the black river Nile,
Humble as the walls of Berlin have been made to be,
And timelessly gracious as the walls of China as seen through all ages,
“Blackingly” dark as the word beauty
And more feministic than the cold white light,
Proud as the “frontingly” colorful peacock
That similarly chases & strikes like lightening
Anything that dares to diminish its pride,
And with pride, you desire me,
You craved for the status
That comes with my knowledge
And none requesting reciprocating
Hand lock-hand lifting power
When or when not purchased,
But I am your resentment,
I am the plague you carry on your back
Like a hunched man,
I am the tide that brings antiques
To the sea shores,
Always reminding you of the past
Through sights,
I thought I was your desire
But now I understand
You desire what you truly are,
Unpackaged, untainted,
Unlike you,
Unlike you were
When you were everything like me,
But now only just a package…
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A Sense Of Common(Issue Of Appearance & Nervousness)
Wednesday, December 21, 2011 10:42:05 PM
Thou knowest you,
All,
All thy deeds,
They know,
How you tremble
Like you were before kings & queens,
And how thy face would look rumpled
As if thou needeth some ironing,
But it is thy heart
That needeth ironing,
What does thou fear for,
What does thou care about
If not that thou does care,
That thou care about thy appearance
After thou has made certain of it
Time after time,
Over and over,
Why does thou care
To entertain whispers,
Does thou really thinketh
That if the truth be bitter
Then,
All that is bitter
Is true?
And if thou
Wreaks of nervousness
Like it is unto a war,
Why does thou not heed thy ally
Rather than thou
Who works and watches tediously
For thy fall?
If thou hath no sense,
Thou ought to be common enough
To sense this…
All,
All thy deeds,
They know,
How you tremble
Like you were before kings & queens,
And how thy face would look rumpled
As if thou needeth some ironing,
But it is thy heart
That needeth ironing,
What does thou fear for,
What does thou care about
If not that thou does care,
That thou care about thy appearance
After thou has made certain of it
Time after time,
Over and over,
Why does thou care
To entertain whispers,
Does thou really thinketh
That if the truth be bitter
Then,
All that is bitter
Is true?
And if thou
Wreaks of nervousness
Like it is unto a war,
Why does thou not heed thy ally
Rather than thou
Who works and watches tediously
For thy fall?
If thou hath no sense,
Thou ought to be common enough
To sense this…
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The Curse Of Belief...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011 10:31:51 PM
Does thou believe in the iniquities of thy father!
Thus the consequences of thy iniquities shall plunge thee like a curse,
They shall shapen thy destiny like a potters hand,
And thou shall end in darkness even like the daylight...
Thus the consequences of thy iniquities shall plunge thee like a curse,
They shall shapen thy destiny like a potters hand,
And thou shall end in darkness even like the daylight...
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Love's Crazy Generation...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011 10:18:50 PM
Love sees us all as the crazy generation,
The one that rarely asks for it,
The one that barely ever sees it coming,
The one that almost only
Stumbles and falls into it,
Indeed, a crazy a generation to love,
The one that not only falls into it
But even falls out of it,
The one that sees it coming
And starts a traffic,
The one that sees it going
And gives a green light,
Love ponders still about this crazy generation,
The one that don’t have it and say they do,
And the one that has it and says they don’t,
The one that have nothing yet boasts of it,
The one that has experienced its beauty & want nothing more of it,
And the one that has no clue how it feels
Yet have an image, & a dream of how it would be,
Love indeed knows this crazy generation,
The one that has love yet seeks for more,
The one that has a crush and thinks its love for sure,
The one that finds infatuation
And thinks of it as much more,
The one who says they’re in love yet have no patience at all,
The one that never knows what they’ve got until its gone,
Love weeps for this generation,
For the most part of this generation
As love knows some who is not a part of all the love craziness going on,
But love seeks for more and many more
To rescue out of this ‘love’ crazy generation…
The one that rarely asks for it,
The one that barely ever sees it coming,
The one that almost only
Stumbles and falls into it,
Indeed, a crazy a generation to love,
The one that not only falls into it
But even falls out of it,
The one that sees it coming
And starts a traffic,
The one that sees it going
And gives a green light,
Love ponders still about this crazy generation,
The one that don’t have it and say they do,
And the one that has it and says they don’t,
The one that have nothing yet boasts of it,
The one that has experienced its beauty & want nothing more of it,
And the one that has no clue how it feels
Yet have an image, & a dream of how it would be,
Love indeed knows this crazy generation,
The one that has love yet seeks for more,
The one that has a crush and thinks its love for sure,
The one that finds infatuation
And thinks of it as much more,
The one who says they’re in love yet have no patience at all,
The one that never knows what they’ve got until its gone,
Love weeps for this generation,
For the most part of this generation
As love knows some who is not a part of all the love craziness going on,
But love seeks for more and many more
To rescue out of this ‘love’ crazy generation…
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Gutter Of Love...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011 10:04:58 PM
On either side, cascades of a made gutter laid,
Images of some light years away
That my mind recalls in consequential wonderings
Of a road that led none astray
But left evidences, imprints of the remnants of a smoker’s ashtray,
The lines rearranged, the dots on the ‘i’s’ taken,
And the crossings on the ‘t’s’ erased
To sieve traces from seconds to minutes of each and everyday
Back-trot from the road-made maze,
Whose walking hand held the gutter to a malfunctioning sewage,
And Route 59 out of the maze allowed a sights gaze
Revealing waters filled with papers of illegible lines,
Contaminated waters surrounded by rusted pipes,
Waters that were almost as thick as sand
That they were stagnant forever,
They would ever flow in never,
But the maze made ‘never’ not last forever,
And the gutter of love could not hold what it was meant to hold,
Its cup ran over with whatever as blessings disguised
Of which the road drank and all its countenance therein…
Images of some light years away
That my mind recalls in consequential wonderings
Of a road that led none astray
But left evidences, imprints of the remnants of a smoker’s ashtray,
The lines rearranged, the dots on the ‘i’s’ taken,
And the crossings on the ‘t’s’ erased
To sieve traces from seconds to minutes of each and everyday
Back-trot from the road-made maze,
Whose walking hand held the gutter to a malfunctioning sewage,
And Route 59 out of the maze allowed a sights gaze
Revealing waters filled with papers of illegible lines,
Contaminated waters surrounded by rusted pipes,
Waters that were almost as thick as sand
That they were stagnant forever,
They would ever flow in never,
But the maze made ‘never’ not last forever,
And the gutter of love could not hold what it was meant to hold,
Its cup ran over with whatever as blessings disguised
Of which the road drank and all its countenance therein…
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Change
Sunday, October 30, 2011 3:02:02 PM
Change,
what is change?
as i pry the dark hours of the night,
i ask myself,
what is change?
Just as a dear friend asked me,
out of context,
what is change?
i now seek to know what it is,
and for the first time,
i open the dictionary,
to look for the word change,
and know its meaning.
I reminisce, the words of a black man,
seeking change,
saying, yes we can,
i supported him
as much as i could have,
with the assumptions of knowing
what this word is,
and today, i understood concisely and precisely
what change was really,
added to my presumptions of the words meaning.
change has been abused,
been wrongly used,
fine-tuned
to accuse too many people
in whatever they do,
and i guess I'm about to be a victim too
of its wrong use,
but that's just me
wondering from change's cubicle,
let me now share my view
based on knowledge and understanding.
change,
i disagree that it is constant,
i agree that it is in the human character,
yet,
a second time, i disagree
with everything i agree with,
and agree with everything i disagree with.
why?
'cause it's change.
the keyword in the definition
of the word change is "different",
for some, growing up is worth nothing more than a cent,
and for some others, it does make a difference,
while a child is described as growing,
likewise a seed, i wonder why they never describe them to be changing,
subsequently, i do not know what change is,
yet i know what it means,
'cause it is an interpretation,
that doesn't know what to call the onion,
that it has a peel upon a peel
and another upon another
and so forth, that, they're all in one,
yet as it peels off, one sees it not as change but as what?
as a layer, as the inhibited that lets out
soon as the other has been un-threaded...
P.S:
This is not poetry,
this, to me, is prose...
what is change?
as i pry the dark hours of the night,
i ask myself,
what is change?
Just as a dear friend asked me,
out of context,
what is change?
i now seek to know what it is,
and for the first time,
i open the dictionary,
to look for the word change,
and know its meaning.
I reminisce, the words of a black man,
seeking change,
saying, yes we can,
i supported him
as much as i could have,
with the assumptions of knowing
what this word is,
and today, i understood concisely and precisely
what change was really,
added to my presumptions of the words meaning.
change has been abused,
been wrongly used,
fine-tuned
to accuse too many people
in whatever they do,
and i guess I'm about to be a victim too
of its wrong use,
but that's just me
wondering from change's cubicle,
let me now share my view
based on knowledge and understanding.
change,
i disagree that it is constant,
i agree that it is in the human character,
yet,
a second time, i disagree
with everything i agree with,
and agree with everything i disagree with.
why?
'cause it's change.
the keyword in the definition
of the word change is "different",
for some, growing up is worth nothing more than a cent,
and for some others, it does make a difference,
while a child is described as growing,
likewise a seed, i wonder why they never describe them to be changing,
subsequently, i do not know what change is,
yet i know what it means,
'cause it is an interpretation,
that doesn't know what to call the onion,
that it has a peel upon a peel
and another upon another
and so forth, that, they're all in one,
yet as it peels off, one sees it not as change but as what?
as a layer, as the inhibited that lets out
soon as the other has been un-threaded...
P.S:
This is not poetry,
this, to me, is prose...
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Observing The Feeling...
Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:55:05 PM
My innermost feelings deny me
from expressing myself beautifully,
for what i feel is no depiction of beauty,
what i feel is like the
"photosythentical" feeling
of being yellow and becoming green,
it is the rupture of a car tyre
on a smooth journey
and the driver struggling to gain control,
keenly knowing that the road will decide
as much as he himself will,
it is the shady shade that most most between 17 & 18 live in
but futuristically aware that they'll leave,
it is the eager and perhaps brutal refusal
of a horse being saddled for it's first ride,
the beauty neither lies in its end nor process,
essentially, there's no beauty in particular
from its beginning to the end if there were,
non essentially, its beauty, if any, lies anywhere,
and perhaps everywhere,
but again, essentially, why should i care
about the beauty of the feeling,
for perhaps the feeling
is essential enough
to not have a feel about the feeling,
why ask a question a question,
what need is there to look into the looking,
why find a finder who has founded a finding,
it is sometimes
our nature to question the question,
sometimes yours,
sometimes, perhaps mine...
from expressing myself beautifully,
for what i feel is no depiction of beauty,
what i feel is like the
"photosythentical" feeling
of being yellow and becoming green,
it is the rupture of a car tyre
on a smooth journey
and the driver struggling to gain control,
keenly knowing that the road will decide
as much as he himself will,
it is the shady shade that most most between 17 & 18 live in
but futuristically aware that they'll leave,
it is the eager and perhaps brutal refusal
of a horse being saddled for it's first ride,
the beauty neither lies in its end nor process,
essentially, there's no beauty in particular
from its beginning to the end if there were,
non essentially, its beauty, if any, lies anywhere,
and perhaps everywhere,
but again, essentially, why should i care
about the beauty of the feeling,
for perhaps the feeling
is essential enough
to not have a feel about the feeling,
why ask a question a question,
what need is there to look into the looking,
why find a finder who has founded a finding,
it is sometimes
our nature to question the question,
sometimes yours,
sometimes, perhaps mine...
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Cycle...
Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:50:37 PM
love
is but a cycle,
and as such,
there exist two options,
you either recycle,
or allow the end of it's cycle...
is but a cycle,
and as such,
there exist two options,
you either recycle,
or allow the end of it's cycle...
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On My Iris...
Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:46:32 PM
Paris on my Iris
as i look back on my minds screen
to the moments that made me feel
like a graduate of Hogwarts school of wizardry,
memories
of what remains of the visually "un-re-creatable"
experiences that define
my wanting and needing to return
to the city of Paris,
turn-table nights,
green grass days,
classic cork heels
splendid fabrics
accent of love,
origination of beautiful expression
Oh Paris,
do i hear you calling?
for it is you I'm seeking...
as i look back on my minds screen
to the moments that made me feel
like a graduate of Hogwarts school of wizardry,
memories
of what remains of the visually "un-re-creatable"
experiences that define
my wanting and needing to return
to the city of Paris,
turn-table nights,
green grass days,
classic cork heels
splendid fabrics
accent of love,
origination of beautiful expression
Oh Paris,
do i hear you calling?
for it is you I'm seeking...
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Us Humans...
Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:41:21 PM
We never explode
without first imploding,
we never grow up without experiences,
experiences that kill us
before we then sprout up
like corns,
we are
like everything green,
needing a little bit of water,
a little bit of pruning & weeding,
and then a little bit of care,
to die like a seed
planted up on a field,
today,
and tomorrow,
that sprout up as a tree...
without first imploding,
we never grow up without experiences,
experiences that kill us
before we then sprout up
like corns,
we are
like everything green,
needing a little bit of water,
a little bit of pruning & weeding,
and then a little bit of care,
to die like a seed
planted up on a field,
today,
and tomorrow,
that sprout up as a tree...
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Freaky Life...
Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:37:05 PM
Free me of my worries, i want to die and make it to the abyss,
unclench your fist at my will to live,
there's nothing left of it,
life has already dealt its blows
and still brimming with energy to deal more,
but I'm satisfied with taking,
now I'm giving, now I'm leaving,
yet, it comes to mind that once i die,
they'd use the term "taken"
so i wouldn't really be giving,
life, what a real pain it is,
I'll live,
as that's the only way to win...
unclench your fist at my will to live,
there's nothing left of it,
life has already dealt its blows
and still brimming with energy to deal more,
but I'm satisfied with taking,
now I'm giving, now I'm leaving,
yet, it comes to mind that once i die,
they'd use the term "taken"
so i wouldn't really be giving,
life, what a real pain it is,
I'll live,
as that's the only way to win...
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Strenght In Thy Lowest...
Saturday, October 15, 2011 9:27:55 PM
Witness thy strength,
power is in thy every movement,
and even when thou does moveth not,
power lies, still, in thy stillness...
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power is in thy every movement,
and even when thou does moveth not,
power lies, still, in thy stillness...
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Only Open Doors to Belief...
Saturday, October 15, 2011 9:13:00 PM
Grant thyself breath,
it is free,
enslave not yourself,
for you alone hold the lock & the key...
it is free,
enslave not yourself,
for you alone hold the lock & the key...
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An Almost Forgotten World...(Tradition) Tribute to Mary Slessor
Saturday, October 15, 2011 8:55:01 PM
Hahaha, he laughed,
there's been a taboo in the land,
he spoke to all who had gathered,
hahaha, his laughter echoed with a satire
he's eyes red with anger,
"famine & hunger" were the words proclaimed from the gods mouth,
the oracle had had been called upon at the shrine,
and the dibia had read the signs,
above them, the clouds gather in the sky,
lightening and thunder brewing inside
and waiting for the curse to be spoken out,
then it would strike (down) the accursed man or woman,
it was a perilous time,
Nnena looked at the boils all over her,
she needed not time to contemplate in her mind,
if lightening and thunder should strike,
it would only be a blessing in disguise,
suffering and pain surrounded her
and she embodied them now,
she had had it from toe to mouth
ready to leave life and let the embodiment live hers,
for since she was a child, the path
that life had given her was built with thorns at every side,
left, right, up and down, life was hard,
she had parents that were poorer than the bushes in the desert,
for water, she'd trek miles to fetch from the grounds as deep as gold mines,
and that was only luck's smiles,
when it didn't,
she would walk further with bare feet as her slippers to the river,
her sufferings, enough to make a book of Atlas,
but almost a grown woman now,
suffering was about to embrace her once last time,
she was ready for a bone-crushing-body-taking-soul-freeing embrace,
until yesterday, she was ready to be late,
except that, what came yesterday changed her aim,
it brought life into her being, something so forbidden,
she could already feel herself healing from the temporary illness
that came about as a result of stress and the unfailing acceptance of a light that wanted to
quench,
now, things has changed, it took just yesterday for things to become different,
it took two tiny little similar babies for things not to look the same,
for Nnena to see things in a different way, that life was too precious to give away,
that giving hers away meant giving two others away as well,
and even though the world around her, that the world that she knew told her
that there can never be two the same face, two people that had
-no differences in any way,
at least not yet,
she convinced herself that these two were there to stay...
there's been a taboo in the land,
he spoke to all who had gathered,
hahaha, his laughter echoed with a satire
he's eyes red with anger,
"famine & hunger" were the words proclaimed from the gods mouth,
the oracle had had been called upon at the shrine,
and the dibia had read the signs,
above them, the clouds gather in the sky,
lightening and thunder brewing inside
and waiting for the curse to be spoken out,
then it would strike (down) the accursed man or woman,
it was a perilous time,
Nnena looked at the boils all over her,
she needed not time to contemplate in her mind,
if lightening and thunder should strike,
it would only be a blessing in disguise,
suffering and pain surrounded her
and she embodied them now,
she had had it from toe to mouth
ready to leave life and let the embodiment live hers,
for since she was a child, the path
that life had given her was built with thorns at every side,
left, right, up and down, life was hard,
she had parents that were poorer than the bushes in the desert,
for water, she'd trek miles to fetch from the grounds as deep as gold mines,
and that was only luck's smiles,
when it didn't,
she would walk further with bare feet as her slippers to the river,
her sufferings, enough to make a book of Atlas,
but almost a grown woman now,
suffering was about to embrace her once last time,
she was ready for a bone-crushing-body-taking-soul-freeing embrace,
until yesterday, she was ready to be late,
except that, what came yesterday changed her aim,
it brought life into her being, something so forbidden,
she could already feel herself healing from the temporary illness
that came about as a result of stress and the unfailing acceptance of a light that wanted to
quench,
now, things has changed, it took just yesterday for things to become different,
it took two tiny little similar babies for things not to look the same,
for Nnena to see things in a different way, that life was too precious to give away,
that giving hers away meant giving two others away as well,
and even though the world around her, that the world that she knew told her
that there can never be two the same face, two people that had
-no differences in any way,
at least not yet,
she convinced herself that these two were there to stay...
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South!
Saturday, October 15, 2011 8:26:26 PM
it can be, sunny in the mind, sunny on my eyes,
the rains now depart, fly south(like)flies, fly,
water's still on the sides, dig a gutter by the path, slide,
but it stays longer, like a mascara on a ladies eyes, the back hand wipes,
still, it's all dry, pictures of a stagnant gutter plays yet another time,
as time flies, and wants to seek the flies south,
its successful flight, and timely arrival, meant the need to go back pack,
I'd guess these were visions of a weather forecast that felt like it had
been touched with mascara, knowing that the gutters
will contrarily soon be flowing with rain water, and the green algae
will spring to life, obviously meant critical weather conditions, fly,
like always, fly, south, meet with the flies, meet in time,
then again, this is the south?
the rains now depart, fly south(like)flies, fly,
water's still on the sides, dig a gutter by the path, slide,
but it stays longer, like a mascara on a ladies eyes, the back hand wipes,
still, it's all dry, pictures of a stagnant gutter plays yet another time,
as time flies, and wants to seek the flies south,
its successful flight, and timely arrival, meant the need to go back pack,
I'd guess these were visions of a weather forecast that felt like it had
been touched with mascara, knowing that the gutters
will contrarily soon be flowing with rain water, and the green algae
will spring to life, obviously meant critical weather conditions, fly,
like always, fly, south, meet with the flies, meet in time,
then again, this is the south?
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Want & Need...
Saturday, October 15, 2011 7:43:09 PM
i love what i want,
i hate what i need,
i like what i want,
i don't like what i must seek...
i hate what i need,
i like what i want,
i don't like what i must seek...
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Words As Rain & Hail...
Friday, October 14, 2011 1:49:05 PM
Words rained down
like pellets of rain,
They did damage,
Yet they washed away
The dirts off the mind,
they beat hard
Like hails from the sky would,
Yet, would turn soft with time
As it leaves the cold
And feels the heat of the sun
Reflecting from the earths crust,
With time
These words would spring up
As fruits of any seed it can
find and give nourishment to,
Mine found care,
and yours found friendship,
as a result,
we together
birthed love...
like pellets of rain,
They did damage,
Yet they washed away
The dirts off the mind,
they beat hard
Like hails from the sky would,
Yet, would turn soft with time
As it leaves the cold
And feels the heat of the sun
Reflecting from the earths crust,
With time
These words would spring up
As fruits of any seed it can
find and give nourishment to,
Mine found care,
and yours found friendship,
as a result,
we together
birthed love...
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Gore!
Thursday, October 13, 2011 1:11:57 PM
The questions were worn like clothes,
not like an armour, shield nor weapon
as it should have been worn,
they were made from materials
like linnen, cotton, wool or lace,
without any metal attachments,
space, holes, lurked like pores
on the skin, invisibly,
but in the eyes of the one
who looked at the mirror's reflections,
promises of long fought wars
of a car driven in at a traffic congestion,
of a marriage walking pace concession,
of gold medals sitting in a pile of dust
in todays crumbling economic situation,
all took a different turn,
the end of the forlong curse
revealed pictures of blessings to come,
all the eyes saw was true conviction
to step forward
to puncture not but to learn of,
yet without preparation,
questions were as sharp as swords
and answers from one
who saw not the images of "the man in the mirror"
struck,
for the absence of mutual knowledge
of weapons being yielded without caution,
of a cold war being fought
in the war frots on a battle ground filled with blood
meant the birth of gore,
the abortion of any clear thoughts,
the ensuring love for gore to mature,
have it's first celebration
and maybe, many more...
not like an armour, shield nor weapon
as it should have been worn,
they were made from materials
like linnen, cotton, wool or lace,
without any metal attachments,
space, holes, lurked like pores
on the skin, invisibly,
but in the eyes of the one
who looked at the mirror's reflections,
promises of long fought wars
of a car driven in at a traffic congestion,
of a marriage walking pace concession,
of gold medals sitting in a pile of dust
in todays crumbling economic situation,
all took a different turn,
the end of the forlong curse
revealed pictures of blessings to come,
all the eyes saw was true conviction
to step forward
to puncture not but to learn of,
yet without preparation,
questions were as sharp as swords
and answers from one
who saw not the images of "the man in the mirror"
struck,
for the absence of mutual knowledge
of weapons being yielded without caution,
of a cold war being fought
in the war frots on a battle ground filled with blood
meant the birth of gore,
the abortion of any clear thoughts,
the ensuring love for gore to mature,
have it's first celebration
and maybe, many more...
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Just Business
Thursday, October 13, 2011 1:01:28 PM
At everytime, at anytime,
business requires life,
no need to jump up and down,
all you need is a calm,
sound and an attentive mind,
and added to that,
one needs capable hands,
hands that know when to stretch,
and when to squeeze,
when to extend itself for a handshake,
or when to restrain from any agreement,
having known all that
or after it all has been acquired,
one would need a body of good gestures & postures,
as well as a mouth that transmits words
that others would deem you fit enough to be called
a good communicator,
nothing is essential,
but all is necessary
when all you want to do is move forward
and last but not least,
always play by the rules,
only when it's not in the sules to do so...
business requires life,
no need to jump up and down,
all you need is a calm,
sound and an attentive mind,
and added to that,
one needs capable hands,
hands that know when to stretch,
and when to squeeze,
when to extend itself for a handshake,
or when to restrain from any agreement,
having known all that
or after it all has been acquired,
one would need a body of good gestures & postures,
as well as a mouth that transmits words
that others would deem you fit enough to be called
a good communicator,
nothing is essential,
but all is necessary
when all you want to do is move forward
and last but not least,
always play by the rules,
only when it's not in the sules to do so...
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Sail Me...(with caution)
Wednesday, October 5, 2011 2:37:30 PM
Sailor,
sail (with) me,
row your boat gently
underneathe this slippery bridge,
between love and hatred,
we'll stride carefully,
to the left,
lies hatred,
avoidable quarrels,
neglect, and violence
are only a few, of the quickest ways
to get there,
to the right,
love lies,
it's route is care,
attention and deligence,
and others as well,
i'd guess,
with me,
you'll want to sail there,
but i once sailed there,
and while there,
i was shattered to bits of fragments,
the way there
i can no longer steer,
for my will
is to steer clear,
so don't throw away caution in the wind
as you steer me
with this chance i've allowed to be again steered...
sail (with) me,
row your boat gently
underneathe this slippery bridge,
between love and hatred,
we'll stride carefully,
to the left,
lies hatred,
avoidable quarrels,
neglect, and violence
are only a few, of the quickest ways
to get there,
to the right,
love lies,
it's route is care,
attention and deligence,
and others as well,
i'd guess,
with me,
you'll want to sail there,
but i once sailed there,
and while there,
i was shattered to bits of fragments,
the way there
i can no longer steer,
for my will
is to steer clear,
so don't throw away caution in the wind
as you steer me
with this chance i've allowed to be again steered...
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The FLesh & Bone Of Love
Wednesday, October 5, 2011 2:33:36 PM
Where is love?
i hear it's aging laughter,
it seems to me
as if it's about to come
accross it's natural course,
death,
for if all humans die,
as well as i,
what or who is love
not to embark on nature's path?
having been nurtured
in this aging heart
it is only human
for it to close its
weary eyes
now
forever...
i hear it's aging laughter,
it seems to me
as if it's about to come
accross it's natural course,
death,
for if all humans die,
as well as i,
what or who is love
not to embark on nature's path?
having been nurtured
in this aging heart
it is only human
for it to close its
weary eyes
now
forever...
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In The Spotlight...
Wednesday, October 5, 2011 2:30:15 PM
The minute we turned to look back
staring eyes
were gazing like
paparazzi cameras,
but we didn't experience any stage fright,
rather,
we staged a performance
that merited a couple of Oscars
just by being who we are
at all times...
staring eyes
were gazing like
paparazzi cameras,
but we didn't experience any stage fright,
rather,
we staged a performance
that merited a couple of Oscars
just by being who we are
at all times...
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Give & Take(Abilities)
Wednesday, October 5, 2011 2:26:59 PM
Blindly,
i follow,
deaftly,
i listen,
dumbly,
i speak,
and numbly,
i do everything,
all for love,
as it takes over my abilities...
i follow,
deaftly,
i listen,
dumbly,
i speak,
and numbly,
i do everything,
all for love,
as it takes over my abilities...
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Daggering Truths
Friday, September 16, 2011 11:02:32 AM
Honesty is like a dagger you've given to me
to use on you,
and you thought me how to use it,
like a soldier, if anything, not like a thief,
but like an armed robber,
and each and everyday, it's blades
you sharpen,
each cut
intuitively lessoned to go deeper
than it's predecessor did,
the wounds, scars of a daggering truth
that didn't stagger through the skin
but ran knowingly across it
like the white stripes of a zebra crossing,
scars that are too thick to feel
like they would physically,
but, even though the curling blades
swipe with a force that need not be traced
as it leaves smearing blood on it's stainless face,
you heal, and even more speedily
as the blade increase it's cutting unsparingly,
words they say are the words we both say,
truth hurts, for the truth is bitter,
words they don't say, and words we sometimes forget to say,
the bitterness actually heals
like the thick green sap from the bitter leaf...
to use on you,
and you thought me how to use it,
like a soldier, if anything, not like a thief,
but like an armed robber,
and each and everyday, it's blades
you sharpen,
each cut
intuitively lessoned to go deeper
than it's predecessor did,
the wounds, scars of a daggering truth
that didn't stagger through the skin
but ran knowingly across it
like the white stripes of a zebra crossing,
scars that are too thick to feel
like they would physically,
but, even though the curling blades
swipe with a force that need not be traced
as it leaves smearing blood on it's stainless face,
you heal, and even more speedily
as the blade increase it's cutting unsparingly,
words they say are the words we both say,
truth hurts, for the truth is bitter,
words they don't say, and words we sometimes forget to say,
the bitterness actually heals
like the thick green sap from the bitter leaf...
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Let Love Be?
Friday, September 16, 2011 10:51:47 AM
If time could be influenced,
it's wings held in check
so it would never fly
just like the human mind of today
is being influenced and held in check
by sounds, videos and images
on what to think, what to buy,
what is good, and what is bad,
then i would take my time
as would the uncivilized man,
linger around,
when all i have are your "maybe's" for answers,
and never mind
waiting vainly for you to be the "Yes Woman",
to receive "Yes" as an answer,
but i'd bid you now to hold no grieviance,
to not persistently resist my tidings of love renderings,
to decipher my feelings and motives quicker as the times are,
and be in tune with the speed of the present times,
for if the times has had wings in the the past, they have but now attached jet packs,
the less humanly the world becomes,
the less is demanded from us,
the most is demanded in a shorter space of time,
and the most inhuman we have to be to achieve all of that,
we're getting used to solving our issues through google,
living our lifestyles cool like the fruit called apple,
and life has become so simple with the aid of computer tools,
my mind need not span its lenght for search of answers,
my brain need not retain geographic intelligence to know where places are,
why then should my heart plummet to it's depths to show you
what love is about,
to show you what lies in its darkest and brightest corners,
why not embrace the time, this time,
and wait not until beauty holds more than dust,
until my love like copper's rust, and within it holds no lust,
why not throw away your gaze of pretense,
and now embrace and transform
your careful reactions, filled with burning anticipation
into actions that speak louder than sublty twisted words,
this is what the time demands of you and of me,
and it is with this speed that i speak of the love i habour for you within me,
why not then give in, and let me know what it is you really think
and let love be?
it's wings held in check
so it would never fly
just like the human mind of today
is being influenced and held in check
by sounds, videos and images
on what to think, what to buy,
what is good, and what is bad,
then i would take my time
as would the uncivilized man,
linger around,
when all i have are your "maybe's" for answers,
and never mind
waiting vainly for you to be the "Yes Woman",
to receive "Yes" as an answer,
but i'd bid you now to hold no grieviance,
to not persistently resist my tidings of love renderings,
to decipher my feelings and motives quicker as the times are,
and be in tune with the speed of the present times,
for if the times has had wings in the the past, they have but now attached jet packs,
the less humanly the world becomes,
the less is demanded from us,
the most is demanded in a shorter space of time,
and the most inhuman we have to be to achieve all of that,
we're getting used to solving our issues through google,
living our lifestyles cool like the fruit called apple,
and life has become so simple with the aid of computer tools,
my mind need not span its lenght for search of answers,
my brain need not retain geographic intelligence to know where places are,
why then should my heart plummet to it's depths to show you
what love is about,
to show you what lies in its darkest and brightest corners,
why not embrace the time, this time,
and wait not until beauty holds more than dust,
until my love like copper's rust, and within it holds no lust,
why not throw away your gaze of pretense,
and now embrace and transform
your careful reactions, filled with burning anticipation
into actions that speak louder than sublty twisted words,
this is what the time demands of you and of me,
and it is with this speed that i speak of the love i habour for you within me,
why not then give in, and let me know what it is you really think
and let love be?
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On The Face Of My Facial Skin...
Friday, September 16, 2011 9:51:25 AM
Happiness lingers still
on the face of my facial skin
like traces of sweat
on a Febraury morning,
the voice of joy speaks
from within
like sonar echoes
being radared from a submarine,
a smile,
a twitching of muscles on the cheeks,
visible evidences
of dimpling valleys
that invigorates the towering mountain
to draw closer & nearer in proximity
to the quizical & puzzling facial renderings,
inorder to unearth the earthling behind the opened curtain,
to unravel the raveling replicacies
of a being that need make do of the words
that literally fly and walk about
for one to know that they are indeed
a part of an un-recreated world
in a world where choice of synonyms & antonyms in utterance
actually recreate our own world
and shapen what is to come…
on the face of my facial skin
like traces of sweat
on a Febraury morning,
the voice of joy speaks
from within
like sonar echoes
being radared from a submarine,
a smile,
a twitching of muscles on the cheeks,
visible evidences
of dimpling valleys
that invigorates the towering mountain
to draw closer & nearer in proximity
to the quizical & puzzling facial renderings,
inorder to unearth the earthling behind the opened curtain,
to unravel the raveling replicacies
of a being that need make do of the words
that literally fly and walk about
for one to know that they are indeed
a part of an un-recreated world
in a world where choice of synonyms & antonyms in utterance
actually recreate our own world
and shapen what is to come…
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All I Seek Is a Rainbow...
Saturday, September 3, 2011 9:09:34 PM
All i seek is a rainbow,
7 colours, to show me beauty besides you,
all i need is a rainbow,
7 colours to show me our love is & still feels new
and that we'll never be through,
all i wish for is a rainbow,
not to remind us of the bond that exist between me & you,
but as a sign of our love that's like it so beautiful
all i prayed for was a rainbow
and i found all 7 colours,
i found you...
7 colours, to show me beauty besides you,
all i need is a rainbow,
7 colours to show me our love is & still feels new
and that we'll never be through,
all i wish for is a rainbow,
not to remind us of the bond that exist between me & you,
but as a sign of our love that's like it so beautiful
all i prayed for was a rainbow
and i found all 7 colours,
i found you...
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Made Of Ice!
Saturday, September 3, 2011 8:56:09 PM
Before breaking the ice
boys are so dumb,
you must walk past them a 1000 times
before the first "hi",
and after breaking the ice,
girls are so dumb,
you must look for them a 1000 times
before they're within eyesight...
boys are so dumb,
you must walk past them a 1000 times
before the first "hi",
and after breaking the ice,
girls are so dumb,
you must look for them a 1000 times
before they're within eyesight...
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Reaching Beyond Limits...
Saturday, September 3, 2011 8:51:46 PM
Beyond imaginations reach,
so i reached with my mind,
with my hands
and with my guts,
this was the rawest form of motions
with an "e" before it's end,
but my motion only had just started,
a step,
i dared, but not look back,
else i turn to salt
and never forever walk further,
i walked further,
further to that,
to the goal which i knew
was out of possibilities boundaries,
and,
although salt laid there behind me,
in waiting,
it was but one thing that i was afraid not of,
i was afraid of uncertainty,
of what i knew,
knowing how i'd feel
if what i reached for
yielded itself to my "soft clutch",
the constant climax
of a classic
everytime it's playing,
the overwhelming feeling,
of excitement, of happiness,
and of accomplishment,
the knowing of this
and not reaching
would be but just enough
to hit the nail on my coffin,
fortunately,
i never felt more alive,
everything dark was afar,
even the clouds underneath were far behind,
and on i walked,
further,
reaching for that
that was not within
imaginations my grasps...
so i reached with my mind,
with my hands
and with my guts,
this was the rawest form of motions
with an "e" before it's end,
but my motion only had just started,
a step,
i dared, but not look back,
else i turn to salt
and never forever walk further,
i walked further,
further to that,
to the goal which i knew
was out of possibilities boundaries,
and,
although salt laid there behind me,
in waiting,
it was but one thing that i was afraid not of,
i was afraid of uncertainty,
of what i knew,
knowing how i'd feel
if what i reached for
yielded itself to my "soft clutch",
the constant climax
of a classic
everytime it's playing,
the overwhelming feeling,
of excitement, of happiness,
and of accomplishment,
the knowing of this
and not reaching
would be but just enough
to hit the nail on my coffin,
fortunately,
i never felt more alive,
everything dark was afar,
even the clouds underneath were far behind,
and on i walked,
further,
reaching for that
that was not within
imaginations my grasps...
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I Can Say Your Name, I can Sing You To Me...
Saturday, September 3, 2011 8:43:12 PM
i can say your name,
i can sing you to me,
for you're alive
and not dead,
i can say your name,
i can sing you to me,
for only you want to rescue me,
and only you have the will,
i can say your name,
i can sing you to me,
for in my heart,
you live,
in my mind,
i imagine you reaching for me,
i can say your name,
i can sing you to me,
for you are all i need
and the music i always want to sing
is the one that sings you to me...
i can sing you to me,
for you're alive
and not dead,
i can say your name,
i can sing you to me,
for only you want to rescue me,
and only you have the will,
i can say your name,
i can sing you to me,
for in my heart,
you live,
in my mind,
i imagine you reaching for me,
i can say your name,
i can sing you to me,
for you are all i need
and the music i always want to sing
is the one that sings you to me...
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Beautifully & Wonderfully Made...
Sunday, August 21, 2011 10:53:50 AM
I am what i am, i am who i am,
i am like all that surrounds me,
some days i shine & stay bright like the sun,
and on others i get cloudy & drop like the rain,
some days i'm raging as thunder & lighting,
some days, chilly as the transparent wind,
but i'm not elemental, nor fundamental,
i'm beautifully & wonderfully made,
complicated, than the beautiful distress of mathematics,
yet, simpler than the beautiful boredom of logic,
love me or hate me,
it does make or break me
if i should allow it,
if we should all allow it...
but we are who we are,
made of memories,
made of lessons,
made of mistakes,
made of experiences,
but in all in all,
made from God,
and God is love...
i am like all that surrounds me,
some days i shine & stay bright like the sun,
and on others i get cloudy & drop like the rain,
some days i'm raging as thunder & lighting,
some days, chilly as the transparent wind,
but i'm not elemental, nor fundamental,
i'm beautifully & wonderfully made,
complicated, than the beautiful distress of mathematics,
yet, simpler than the beautiful boredom of logic,
love me or hate me,
it does make or break me
if i should allow it,
if we should all allow it...
but we are who we are,
made of memories,
made of lessons,
made of mistakes,
made of experiences,
but in all in all,
made from God,
and God is love...
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You can relate to this...
Sunday, August 21, 2011 10:44:21 AM
Light,
in the day time,
away from you
we seek to hide,
in the night,
your guide
we seek to find...
in the day time,
away from you
we seek to hide,
in the night,
your guide
we seek to find...
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I Need A Whisper
Tuesday, August 16, 2011 10:11:36 AM
Dream,
i need a whisper,
whisper concretely
so i might know what this is,
is this real,
or is this just you
whispering to me softly,
dream,
i need a whisper,
today,
but it feels like
you whispered 'today' yesterday,
i remember the whisking whispers,
but they're far off away,
dream,
i need a whisper,
one that will ripple through
this still waters i have
that create illusions of movement,
or is it my 'stillness'
that is an illusion?
dream,
please,
i need a whisper...
i need a whisper,
whisper concretely
so i might know what this is,
is this real,
or is this just you
whispering to me softly,
dream,
i need a whisper,
today,
but it feels like
you whispered 'today' yesterday,
i remember the whisking whispers,
but they're far off away,
dream,
i need a whisper,
one that will ripple through
this still waters i have
that create illusions of movement,
or is it my 'stillness'
that is an illusion?
dream,
please,
i need a whisper...
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Words Of One (Senseless Wisdom)
Thursday, August 11, 2011 7:56:51 PM
Senseless wisdom,
you told me not to fall,
for hearts are full of spades,
there's not a diamond in my blood stained hands,
nor an ace,
you seem to be the joker,
even though a queen awaits for me
with spades in her hands,
the truth is,
i have no cards with the colour red
on me neither,
why not then allows us to loose all we have
and find another,
is it because these are not the words of everyone,
but the words of one?
you told me not to fall,
for hearts are full of spades,
there's not a diamond in my blood stained hands,
nor an ace,
you seem to be the joker,
even though a queen awaits for me
with spades in her hands,
the truth is,
i have no cards with the colour red
on me neither,
why not then allows us to loose all we have
and find another,
is it because these are not the words of everyone,
but the words of one?
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Within Sight...
Thursday, August 11, 2011 7:47:43 PM
Precious process
complicate nothing for me,
lord, allow me not to think,
reason, allow me not to use you,
recall the countless counts
and let it all be enough for all of us to surfice through this,
as for me,
all i want is nothing logic,
all i want is something lovely,
for all i want is right before me,
love, at first sight,
isn't that what they call this,
yes, i think it is,
and that's all i'm asking,
for "love at first sight" to be,
not only for this time,
but at all other times,
whether within sight
or not in sight of each other,
and for us to remain in sight
of love forever...
complicate nothing for me,
lord, allow me not to think,
reason, allow me not to use you,
recall the countless counts
and let it all be enough for all of us to surfice through this,
as for me,
all i want is nothing logic,
all i want is something lovely,
for all i want is right before me,
love, at first sight,
isn't that what they call this,
yes, i think it is,
and that's all i'm asking,
for "love at first sight" to be,
not only for this time,
but at all other times,
whether within sight
or not in sight of each other,
and for us to remain in sight
of love forever...
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The Playfulness Of Men...
Thursday, August 11, 2011 7:21:49 PM
The definition of a player
evolves each and everytime
that gentle ones involve themselves
in this un-innocent path(act),
first,
it was thought to be the process
of being or acting multi-faceted with girls,
having more than one, to call your friend,
but it gets more confusing nowadays
where time is no friend
and nothing is gained
in waiting in vain,
so guys indulge in the flirt,
track and keep a tab on different girls
all at the same time,
'cause it's a gamble as they've now realized,
and they throw the dice
as many times as they can,
'cause they never know for which one
the six will turn out,
which brings us back to the start,
'cause there's a trend now,
before it used to be,
fall in love, and get the girl,
or both happens at the same place, same time,
but now, it's get the girl
before you think of loving her,
so, is this really love,
or a love bargain,
place yourself on the bed
as i would also do as well,
and we'll see if love would pick up from there,
but love hardly ever starts from the bed,
lust only fulfills itself,
however cruel,
that love might start from a sight,
a couple of sights, or over a period of time
from reminiscence of moments shared
that brings realization of a future of a togetherness,
yet, hardly ever does it start from the bed,
rather, it most often ends on the bed,
when in the first place it wasn't love but lust,
and love is always often lost from lust,
as a player would know for sure,
you, having "the list" that all guys born of a
woman has,
try number one, until you try it all,
and many more keeps going on top,
the chart that used to be the players map of lands to conquer,
now, it's all man's tool
of whom he likes better and of those
with whom he thinks he has more chances to have,
these are not the only evolution now
as much more even shows the facts
of what guys has now become,
of what all men are now,
true players,
natural and wise,
with all the grace and act
of the best in his time,
until love comes
and the player becomes a changed man
with love and respect for every woman...
evolves each and everytime
that gentle ones involve themselves
in this un-innocent path(act),
first,
it was thought to be the process
of being or acting multi-faceted with girls,
having more than one, to call your friend,
but it gets more confusing nowadays
where time is no friend
and nothing is gained
in waiting in vain,
so guys indulge in the flirt,
track and keep a tab on different girls
all at the same time,
'cause it's a gamble as they've now realized,
and they throw the dice
as many times as they can,
'cause they never know for which one
the six will turn out,
which brings us back to the start,
'cause there's a trend now,
before it used to be,
fall in love, and get the girl,
or both happens at the same place, same time,
but now, it's get the girl
before you think of loving her,
so, is this really love,
or a love bargain,
place yourself on the bed
as i would also do as well,
and we'll see if love would pick up from there,
but love hardly ever starts from the bed,
lust only fulfills itself,
however cruel,
that love might start from a sight,
a couple of sights, or over a period of time
from reminiscence of moments shared
that brings realization of a future of a togetherness,
yet, hardly ever does it start from the bed,
rather, it most often ends on the bed,
when in the first place it wasn't love but lust,
and love is always often lost from lust,
as a player would know for sure,
you, having "the list" that all guys born of a
woman has,
try number one, until you try it all,
and many more keeps going on top,
the chart that used to be the players map of lands to conquer,
now, it's all man's tool
of whom he likes better and of those
with whom he thinks he has more chances to have,
these are not the only evolution now
as much more even shows the facts
of what guys has now become,
of what all men are now,
true players,
natural and wise,
with all the grace and act
of the best in his time,
until love comes
and the player becomes a changed man
with love and respect for every woman...
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Like Light We All Are...
Thursday, August 11, 2011 6:56:23 PM
Like light we all are,
shining when we’re colourful inside,
and dark when we allow ourselves to be covered,
like light we all are,
different in our darkest hour,
and same like every other in our brightest hour,
like light we all are,
alone, we shine brighter than ever
yet, alone, we can’t withstand the darkest hours,
like light we all are,
with other lights around, we hardly stand out,
yet with other lights around, we stand only to shine,
like light we all are,
better know when to shine,
and better know never to dim your light,
like light we all are,
like the sun in the daytime,
like the moon and the stars in the night
we all are the light,
now, shine…
shining when we’re colourful inside,
and dark when we allow ourselves to be covered,
like light we all are,
different in our darkest hour,
and same like every other in our brightest hour,
like light we all are,
alone, we shine brighter than ever
yet, alone, we can’t withstand the darkest hours,
like light we all are,
with other lights around, we hardly stand out,
yet with other lights around, we stand only to shine,
like light we all are,
better know when to shine,
and better know never to dim your light,
like light we all are,
like the sun in the daytime,
like the moon and the stars in the night
we all are the light,
now, shine…
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Where We Belong...
Friday, July 29, 2011 12:26:26 PM
Home is where we belong,
away from the crowd,
away from the party grounds
full of noise & bright lights,
home is where it's just us two,
alone, together as one,
home is where we belong,
a place of love
that exceeds all the fun,
and shields us
from all the storm
that the world
wants to gift us,
home is where we belong,
where we both become one
even without cuddling up,
it's from where we emerge
and march forward,
it is where we always come from,
and still, our only destination,
it is where we want
to stay in forevermore,
home is where we belong,
home is within us,
it is just us,
warm, together as one,
basking, inside of love...
away from the crowd,
away from the party grounds
full of noise & bright lights,
home is where it's just us two,
alone, together as one,
home is where we belong,
a place of love
that exceeds all the fun,
and shields us
from all the storm
that the world
wants to gift us,
home is where we belong,
where we both become one
even without cuddling up,
it's from where we emerge
and march forward,
it is where we always come from,
and still, our only destination,
it is where we want
to stay in forevermore,
home is where we belong,
home is within us,
it is just us,
warm, together as one,
basking, inside of love...
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Communica Poem...
Friday, July 29, 2011 12:20:59 PM
You spend your whole life
looking for the right persons,
for the right people
to make you happy,
but,
it doesn't happen
'cause it's only the wrong person's,
the wrong people
that always seems
to keep you smiling,
the right person never does it,
'cause to them,
you're the wrong person,
you're a part of the wrong people,
but you're the only one that makes them happy,
at the end
you find out that
the wrong persons are actually the right
persons, a part of the right people,
they've been by your side
right from time,
and in reverse,
they whom you always keep smiling
soon realize
you've always been the right person,
a part of the right people,
they've just not been looking through the lenses,
at last the question should have been,
who finds out first,
is it
you, or them,
who decides first,
alas, now,
the questions
is just about communication,
they all know the solution
we all know the solution
but no one ventures,
at last,
as friendship gets burnt,
the relationship slumps...
looking for the right persons,
for the right people
to make you happy,
but,
it doesn't happen
'cause it's only the wrong person's,
the wrong people
that always seems
to keep you smiling,
the right person never does it,
'cause to them,
you're the wrong person,
you're a part of the wrong people,
but you're the only one that makes them happy,
at the end
you find out that
the wrong persons are actually the right
persons, a part of the right people,
they've been by your side
right from time,
and in reverse,
they whom you always keep smiling
soon realize
you've always been the right person,
a part of the right people,
they've just not been looking through the lenses,
at last the question should have been,
who finds out first,
is it
you, or them,
who decides first,
alas, now,
the questions
is just about communication,
they all know the solution
we all know the solution
but no one ventures,
at last,
as friendship gets burnt,
the relationship slumps...
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Two
Friday, July 29, 2011 12:16:33 PM
They say it takes two to tango
and also to tangle,
but the same riddle
applies to relationships too,
it takes two
to make it feeble,
and then limble
before it wiggles
and at last tumbles...
and also to tangle,
but the same riddle
applies to relationships too,
it takes two
to make it feeble,
and then limble
before it wiggles
and at last tumbles...
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Some Diamonds Are Not Forever...
Friday, July 29, 2011 12:07:53 PM
Shine diamond,
my dizzy dazzling diamond,
blind my eyes,
shine your lights
and collect what's mine,
just so you can be mine
for my eyes,
in my mind,
i can't see the mines
but i can see the sites,
children gathering around
to filter out the sands
as they smile,
at the same time,
the diamonds rolling down their eyes,
the diamonds that their hope
says are not forever...
my dizzy dazzling diamond,
blind my eyes,
shine your lights
and collect what's mine,
just so you can be mine
for my eyes,
in my mind,
i can't see the mines
but i can see the sites,
children gathering around
to filter out the sands
as they smile,
at the same time,
the diamonds rolling down their eyes,
the diamonds that their hope
says are not forever...
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Pretentiously Read This,Purposely Learn Nothing From It...
Thursday, July 21, 2011 6:45:03 PM
All humans pretended not to look, watching...
she used him
like a utensil,
scrubbed the floors
of her heart
with he's love,
brushed off her cobwebs
with he's care,
painted her walls
with the perfect picture
he'd always wanted
for the two of them,
except in the picture,
there was only one of 'em,
Of he's smiles,
was her memories
to laugh about forever,
of he's tears
was the waters for her
to wash away every dirt
of all her lovers past,
like a packaged receiver
she was,
and like a robot,
she did it all (her work),
for while he used he's heart
she used her head,
while he showed his vulnerabilities & weaknesses,
taking the risk of investing
on what he never knew where to it would lead,
she on the other hand showed her strength and abilities,
always from the start, knowing where it would lead,
or, rather end,
that soon, one day, she would leave,
All humans couldn't learnt from it,
robots & their calculations,
what they could learn of
was what love was,
for what everyone saw clearly,
he saw it differently,
after all, he was in love,
and love in it's form
whether true or not
wasn't perfect at all,
rather, it was full of imperfections,
and she being just as she was,
was what he's love
for her existed for,
on the other hand,
true robots
truly have no affection,
and being as she was one,
this story therefore
will give no account of
the one in love
living happily ever after,
no,
he's heart was thorn,
clawed to bits and pieces
by her robotic abilities,
and everything that there is
to experience in being heart-broken
became his experiences,
but he's heart was never frozen,
he never learned the lesson,
he learnt nothing,
All pretentiously looked unobserving,
frowning,
but that "there was nothing to learn from it"
was he'reaction to all of it,
not that he wasn't sad,
nor that he didn't feel the thorns inside,
no,
he had all the shares of nightmares
and sleepless nights,
but through it all,
all he wondered about
was why she left without saying goodbye,
all he could picture in his mind
was but only her smile,
and when he felt like he'd die,
it was only of her he thought of,
of being able to rescue him,
and while going through recovery,
he could make a joke of her robotic abilities,
but one could hear the tone of affection,
of protection for a loved one
in his voice,
he still loved,
even in the dungeon
to which love had plunged him,
and as such,
he's love was worth more than my story telling
being put in the form of poetry,
a sad story worth telling,
hoping that no one learns from it
just as he didn't...
she used him
like a utensil,
scrubbed the floors
of her heart
with he's love,
brushed off her cobwebs
with he's care,
painted her walls
with the perfect picture
he'd always wanted
for the two of them,
except in the picture,
there was only one of 'em,
Of he's smiles,
was her memories
to laugh about forever,
of he's tears
was the waters for her
to wash away every dirt
of all her lovers past,
like a packaged receiver
she was,
and like a robot,
she did it all (her work),
for while he used he's heart
she used her head,
while he showed his vulnerabilities & weaknesses,
taking the risk of investing
on what he never knew where to it would lead,
she on the other hand showed her strength and abilities,
always from the start, knowing where it would lead,
or, rather end,
that soon, one day, she would leave,
All humans couldn't learnt from it,
robots & their calculations,
what they could learn of
was what love was,
for what everyone saw clearly,
he saw it differently,
after all, he was in love,
and love in it's form
whether true or not
wasn't perfect at all,
rather, it was full of imperfections,
and she being just as she was,
was what he's love
for her existed for,
on the other hand,
true robots
truly have no affection,
and being as she was one,
this story therefore
will give no account of
the one in love
living happily ever after,
no,
he's heart was thorn,
clawed to bits and pieces
by her robotic abilities,
and everything that there is
to experience in being heart-broken
became his experiences,
but he's heart was never frozen,
he never learned the lesson,
he learnt nothing,
All pretentiously looked unobserving,
frowning,
but that "there was nothing to learn from it"
was he'reaction to all of it,
not that he wasn't sad,
nor that he didn't feel the thorns inside,
no,
he had all the shares of nightmares
and sleepless nights,
but through it all,
all he wondered about
was why she left without saying goodbye,
all he could picture in his mind
was but only her smile,
and when he felt like he'd die,
it was only of her he thought of,
of being able to rescue him,
and while going through recovery,
he could make a joke of her robotic abilities,
but one could hear the tone of affection,
of protection for a loved one
in his voice,
he still loved,
even in the dungeon
to which love had plunged him,
and as such,
he's love was worth more than my story telling
being put in the form of poetry,
a sad story worth telling,
hoping that no one learns from it
just as he didn't...
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Lovely Temptation...
Wednesday, July 6, 2011 1:31:10 PM
Twisting like twisted lines,
interwoven into one another,
cross sections, hour glass shapes,
lines that wiggled this and every way,
she showed these interceptions
with her each and every sway,
and i smiled as she swayed my way,
this was indeed her way,
a slow swing
teasingly ticking
me from my "stand still",
her seductive actions
calling for my succumbing reaction,
she turned side ways
and licked her lips,
same time, twisting her hips,
i was no more smiling,
i became attentive,
listening heartily
to the temptations from a beautifully twisted hip,
perfect animations
of a perfectly moving picture
that drew me the watchful one
to spill out his colors,
i would spill mine all up,
my framed "animalistic" nature,
which was now being called upon,
i as well was proud to call her my loved one,
for she always paints the perfect picture
at the perfect junction,
and at this junction,
she had me flirting with temptation,
lured me out of hesitation
into the peak of the action,
before i knew what was,
i was already on the dance floor
with my favorite temptation
that i had no resistance for,
and no vaccination
could buckle me u
for the fun filled person she was,
she was all, a temptation-loving guy like me could ask for,
and i was content with the temptation-island of love
that i was living in with my one and only loved one...
interwoven into one another,
cross sections, hour glass shapes,
lines that wiggled this and every way,
she showed these interceptions
with her each and every sway,
and i smiled as she swayed my way,
this was indeed her way,
a slow swing
teasingly ticking
me from my "stand still",
her seductive actions
calling for my succumbing reaction,
she turned side ways
and licked her lips,
same time, twisting her hips,
i was no more smiling,
i became attentive,
listening heartily
to the temptations from a beautifully twisted hip,
perfect animations
of a perfectly moving picture
that drew me the watchful one
to spill out his colors,
i would spill mine all up,
my framed "animalistic" nature,
which was now being called upon,
i as well was proud to call her my loved one,
for she always paints the perfect picture
at the perfect junction,
and at this junction,
she had me flirting with temptation,
lured me out of hesitation
into the peak of the action,
before i knew what was,
i was already on the dance floor
with my favorite temptation
that i had no resistance for,
and no vaccination
could buckle me u
for the fun filled person she was,
she was all, a temptation-loving guy like me could ask for,
and i was content with the temptation-island of love
that i was living in with my one and only loved one...
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The More the Less
Wednesday, July 6, 2011 1:06:45 PM
My eyes open to blindness,
i close 'em and i find light,
As i listen,
i hear everything
but understand nothing,
when i listen to nothing
i hear but a few things
and understand all of it,
the more i give of me,
the less you like of me,
the more i hold within,
the less remotely you feel about me,
when i believe in love,
i never find it,
whenever i'm looking for it,
the harder it is to believe it does exist,
a dying corpse
trying to breathe the living air,
an animal trying to become a mammal,
the ground suffocates
as humans and animals live,
and as they grow on and on,
it can' breathes, can't inhale no exhale,
life begets death,
and death begets life?
the more the less,
the less the more...
i close 'em and i find light,
As i listen,
i hear everything
but understand nothing,
when i listen to nothing
i hear but a few things
and understand all of it,
the more i give of me,
the less you like of me,
the more i hold within,
the less remotely you feel about me,
when i believe in love,
i never find it,
whenever i'm looking for it,
the harder it is to believe it does exist,
a dying corpse
trying to breathe the living air,
an animal trying to become a mammal,
the ground suffocates
as humans and animals live,
and as they grow on and on,
it can' breathes, can't inhale no exhale,
life begets death,
and death begets life?
the more the less,
the less the more...
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A Fairy's Tale Story
Friday, July 1, 2011 9:03:30 PM
I can't tell you what i see
when i look at you,
'cause all i see are fairy tale stories,
that you & me would be,
but as much as i would like to believe it,
i can't believe any of it,
for i see the fairies,
flying around, fluffing their wings
smiling as they whisper to me,
"we will be"..."we will be"
i listen, i hear it,
but you with whom they say "we will be","we will be"
you hear nothing, you don't even listen,
look at me, looking at "it's",
do you see their fluffing wings
do you hear them whispering,
"we will be","we will be",
yes, i see you blinking,
i think you see what i see,
but again, you blink,
no, you're trying hard to see what i see
but you don't see, you can't see,
you can't see the fairies
whispering their fairy tale stories
of "we will be","we will be",
i guess you believe something,
that "we will be",
and that it comes from reality,
not from any fairy, fluffing their wings
and whispering,
so, i blink, just like you did,
am i seeing what i'm seeing
or am i just imagining,
the fairies with their stories
of "we will be","we will be",
but after blinking, i still see it's,
smiling, fluffing their wings,
as i hear them speak, saying,
"I've bring you fairy tales,
from a golden age",
"we will be","we will be",
but we never could be
because of me,
for "we will be","we will be"
was but to me
a fairy's tale story...
when i look at you,
'cause all i see are fairy tale stories,
that you & me would be,
but as much as i would like to believe it,
i can't believe any of it,
for i see the fairies,
flying around, fluffing their wings
smiling as they whisper to me,
"we will be"..."we will be"
i listen, i hear it,
but you with whom they say "we will be","we will be"
you hear nothing, you don't even listen,
look at me, looking at "it's",
do you see their fluffing wings
do you hear them whispering,
"we will be","we will be",
yes, i see you blinking,
i think you see what i see,
but again, you blink,
no, you're trying hard to see what i see
but you don't see, you can't see,
you can't see the fairies
whispering their fairy tale stories
of "we will be","we will be",
i guess you believe something,
that "we will be",
and that it comes from reality,
not from any fairy, fluffing their wings
and whispering,
so, i blink, just like you did,
am i seeing what i'm seeing
or am i just imagining,
the fairies with their stories
of "we will be","we will be",
but after blinking, i still see it's,
smiling, fluffing their wings,
as i hear them speak, saying,
"I've bring you fairy tales,
from a golden age",
"we will be","we will be",
but we never could be
because of me,
for "we will be","we will be"
was but to me
a fairy's tale story...
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White Mirror
Friday, July 1, 2011 8:53:12 PM
"What do you see
when you see me",
this
she asked of me,
in reply,
i told her
she's a beauty,
"that's what everyone tells me"
was what she said to me,
but i wasn't finished
and she allowed me
to continue speaking
of what i see,
i dumped the word "beauty"
for she was sweet and caring,
i dumped the word "pretty"
for she was kind and amazing,
smart and optimistic,
i looked past the word "sexy"
for she was fun to be with,
a person that gives me a happy feeling,
i spoke not once of her wonderful smile
or her eyes that were watery like twinkling stars,
i saw her brilliance
and passionate mind
that carves mine apart,
making me cherish who i am
and strive to be better,
and, then i asked her,
"what do you see
when you see me",
she said, "you're fat"
and then paused,
"is that all you see in me"
i asked, with a mind thorn,
and she said,
"yes",
but only at first sight,
and giggled with a smile that said "i could never stop loving you"
for you're never blue like the skies,
although you smile,
it's the happiness you emanate from inside
that sets you apart,
a heart of gold that no other has,
a clever mind that doesn't strive
to touch the skies,
'cause that's where your mind lies,
these and more make you more than handsome,
in and out, that finding you becomes like a ransom,
and looking into your eyes
reminds me of those twinkling stars
you just talked about,
i guess you stole the words from my heart,
but the words you couldn't steal from mine
go beyond the mere meaning of words that
can express how one feels inside
based on what one sees outside,
your strength, your understanding,
your weaknesses and your love & care for me,
you're unwavering,
and for all of it, i hope forever comes & goes
with you here beside me, for eternity...
when you see me",
this
she asked of me,
in reply,
i told her
she's a beauty,
"that's what everyone tells me"
was what she said to me,
but i wasn't finished
and she allowed me
to continue speaking
of what i see,
i dumped the word "beauty"
for she was sweet and caring,
i dumped the word "pretty"
for she was kind and amazing,
smart and optimistic,
i looked past the word "sexy"
for she was fun to be with,
a person that gives me a happy feeling,
i spoke not once of her wonderful smile
or her eyes that were watery like twinkling stars,
i saw her brilliance
and passionate mind
that carves mine apart,
making me cherish who i am
and strive to be better,
and, then i asked her,
"what do you see
when you see me",
she said, "you're fat"
and then paused,
"is that all you see in me"
i asked, with a mind thorn,
and she said,
"yes",
but only at first sight,
and giggled with a smile that said "i could never stop loving you"
for you're never blue like the skies,
although you smile,
it's the happiness you emanate from inside
that sets you apart,
a heart of gold that no other has,
a clever mind that doesn't strive
to touch the skies,
'cause that's where your mind lies,
these and more make you more than handsome,
in and out, that finding you becomes like a ransom,
and looking into your eyes
reminds me of those twinkling stars
you just talked about,
i guess you stole the words from my heart,
but the words you couldn't steal from mine
go beyond the mere meaning of words that
can express how one feels inside
based on what one sees outside,
your strength, your understanding,
your weaknesses and your love & care for me,
you're unwavering,
and for all of it, i hope forever comes & goes
with you here beside me, for eternity...
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Long-Cut
Monday, June 27, 2011 8:51:29 PM
Express your love for me,
call me "honey", or "darling"
and watch me turn liquid,
outside closed doors,
I'd be smiling,
within closed doors,
with an added feature of "touch",
you'll be basking
as you watch me turn solid
and fall into your arms
like i were falling afresh into love,
but i'm not falling anymore,
i'm already in,
within these closed doors
you opened only to me
long ago when i was crawling
endlessly like a baby
looking for some, something,
making promises
of swimming seven seas,
of these seven seas, the names
i know not, not even if they exist
all i knew was that i couldn't swim,
yet i wasn't lying when i said it,
"love", it sprouts the sweetest words
whose births are delivered from deadly promises,
and you my love was and still worth it,
giving me the keys
to heavens lawns
when you said those three magic words,
"i love you"... i ought to have said i loved you too
but i was speechless like the skies
without clouds, but with a long stretch of blue,
what's all this i'm saying to you?
i'm just taking the "long-cut"
to say "i love you"...
call me "honey", or "darling"
and watch me turn liquid,
outside closed doors,
I'd be smiling,
within closed doors,
with an added feature of "touch",
you'll be basking
as you watch me turn solid
and fall into your arms
like i were falling afresh into love,
but i'm not falling anymore,
i'm already in,
within these closed doors
you opened only to me
long ago when i was crawling
endlessly like a baby
looking for some, something,
making promises
of swimming seven seas,
of these seven seas, the names
i know not, not even if they exist
all i knew was that i couldn't swim,
yet i wasn't lying when i said it,
"love", it sprouts the sweetest words
whose births are delivered from deadly promises,
and you my love was and still worth it,
giving me the keys
to heavens lawns
when you said those three magic words,
"i love you"... i ought to have said i loved you too
but i was speechless like the skies
without clouds, but with a long stretch of blue,
what's all this i'm saying to you?
i'm just taking the "long-cut"
to say "i love you"...
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Victory Starts From Within...
Monday, June 27, 2011 8:33:01 PM
The darkness pursued him
like magnets of a South pole
were attracted to those
from a North pole,
still,
he saw no defeat,
he's belief
was only that of succeeding,
and with this,
he started surging,
through the darkness,
encountering frightful creatures
that were timeless,
he had no regards
for what he was passing through,
the destination
was his constant push,
and with he's might
that was almost lesser
than that of a child,
he paved he's path,
conquering villains
that were as tough
as those created by the mind,
for in a man's mind
lies the greatest power
to conceive the unborn,
the form
that was never thought of,
and to believe that it will be born,
and with knowledge of this armour,
victory was born,
for he's mind conceived him,
as a victor
and he became one...
like magnets of a South pole
were attracted to those
from a North pole,
still,
he saw no defeat,
he's belief
was only that of succeeding,
and with this,
he started surging,
through the darkness,
encountering frightful creatures
that were timeless,
he had no regards
for what he was passing through,
the destination
was his constant push,
and with he's might
that was almost lesser
than that of a child,
he paved he's path,
conquering villains
that were as tough
as those created by the mind,
for in a man's mind
lies the greatest power
to conceive the unborn,
the form
that was never thought of,
and to believe that it will be born,
and with knowledge of this armour,
victory was born,
for he's mind conceived him,
as a victor
and he became one...
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The Wooden Brown Floor
Wednesday, June 15, 2011 10:03:06 AM
i logged in, and i thought,
i need to write something,
and thus,
i started writing:
the wooden brown colored floor,
reminds me of the rust,
having been left alone for long,
the years have done their best,
the best leaves it brownish and rusty,
dry and dirty, readily inflammable,
timeless, like a thief is to an owner,
waiting like a match stick
to strike a fiery deal,
but the leafs lay still
blind to the colorless wind,
blow, wind,
strike, match stick,
the asphalt won't creep to light,
the colorless wind remains in the dark
away from leafs sight,
as we both lie,
still,
waiting...
This is the start of a very different kind of poetry...
i wrote this while alternating between looking at the brown floor of my school and at the computer screen.
i need to write something,
and thus,
i started writing:
the wooden brown colored floor,
reminds me of the rust,
having been left alone for long,
the years have done their best,
the best leaves it brownish and rusty,
dry and dirty, readily inflammable,
timeless, like a thief is to an owner,
waiting like a match stick
to strike a fiery deal,
but the leafs lay still
blind to the colorless wind,
blow, wind,
strike, match stick,
the asphalt won't creep to light,
the colorless wind remains in the dark
away from leafs sight,
as we both lie,
still,
waiting...
This is the start of a very different kind of poetry...
i wrote this while alternating between looking at the brown floor of my school and at the computer screen.
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I'm Yours...
Wednesday, June 8, 2011 7:46:28 PM
I know what they say,
when they say
all that they'd say,
how they'd make anyone's belief sway,
they'd say
people walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
and the lord is their shepherd,
but i myself,
walk through the valley of the shadow of girls
and my swags has got my back,
for the company of girls
surround me like the desert
is by dust & dry sand,
and the familiarity
that i walk on like
water,
measures higher
than
the Eiffel tower
in France,
that now,
words tossed this side
and that,
has got me watching my back
like a soldier
watches out
for a sniper
'cause some genius said that
there's a little bit of truth in every lie,
perhaps if i attack he's quoted line
and accuse him time after time
of it being a lie,
and perhaps make the lies
last a little longer
maybe then everyone would see the truth in my lies,
that he's a liar,
that there's no truth in every lie,
sad,
but he's just not my problem now,
the problem right now
is that those words being sneezed out like germs
are slowly clawing us apart,
you know you are mine
but doubt
has crept into your mind,
posing a question mark
at the end of every line
and every act
as to "for whom am i",
but have you asked
when it sees to be there's a need of answers,
so before the questions, rattle out,
like bullets in a what thorn sky,
please allow me to destroy all previous assumptions,
and build on the reality that's the two of us
to assure you my love,
that if i''m not yours,
when i'm not yours,
or on any occasion
which is never at all,
then, i'm not for any one,
and when i walk
through the valley of love,
if there ever is any one,
it's your name that shepherds my course,
and in search of solutions,
you have my word
that I'd walk not
through the valley of girls no more,
that you're my forever love
and that i'm yours
is the only foreseeable conclusion
and is all i want
forevermore
for the two of us.
And now love,
my subsequent actions
will blow off
your questions
out of whatever foundations
it presently stands on...
when they say
all that they'd say,
how they'd make anyone's belief sway,
they'd say
people walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
and the lord is their shepherd,
but i myself,
walk through the valley of the shadow of girls
and my swags has got my back,
for the company of girls
surround me like the desert
is by dust & dry sand,
and the familiarity
that i walk on like
water,
measures higher
than
the Eiffel tower
in France,
that now,
words tossed this side
and that,
has got me watching my back
like a soldier
watches out
for a sniper
'cause some genius said that
there's a little bit of truth in every lie,
perhaps if i attack he's quoted line
and accuse him time after time
of it being a lie,
and perhaps make the lies
last a little longer
maybe then everyone would see the truth in my lies,
that he's a liar,
that there's no truth in every lie,
sad,
but he's just not my problem now,
the problem right now
is that those words being sneezed out like germs
are slowly clawing us apart,
you know you are mine
but doubt
has crept into your mind,
posing a question mark
at the end of every line
and every act
as to "for whom am i",
but have you asked
when it sees to be there's a need of answers,
so before the questions, rattle out,
like bullets in a what thorn sky,
please allow me to destroy all previous assumptions,
and build on the reality that's the two of us
to assure you my love,
that if i''m not yours,
when i'm not yours,
or on any occasion
which is never at all,
then, i'm not for any one,
and when i walk
through the valley of love,
if there ever is any one,
it's your name that shepherds my course,
and in search of solutions,
you have my word
that I'd walk not
through the valley of girls no more,
that you're my forever love
and that i'm yours
is the only foreseeable conclusion
and is all i want
forevermore
for the two of us.
And now love,
my subsequent actions
will blow off
your questions
out of whatever foundations
it presently stands on...
Debi daniel
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