* You were Driving Back Home. . . .
There was an accident.
There were no injuries.
We were suppose to heal...
We were'nt suppose to kneel..
I did'nt know how could your rain falls,
How had it fills in..
Inking your thoughts. *
Nobody drew the line,
It curves and it curves,
and it curves.
And it curves.
And it curves.
and it . . .
Monday, March 22, 2010
I have reach a better height.
To see the whole field through..
The adventure were estimated fun,
Were legendary awesome,
were merely hearsay.
Its the path I thought I would enjoyed being lost,
that I thought it is fun to face dead ends,
that I thought it's made from roses but fake bouqet,
that I thought were the beauty of this trick.
I don't know where to go from here,
I can see the few paths- out,
I can see the few open fields,
I can see the maze growing lower..
But my feet are still on the ground,
Back & Forth on the familiar route,
Wondering the necessity to venture new hallways,
to enter new heights,
for there might be a greener field inside.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Drinking from a breaking Glass would risk a bloody absorption,
Writing on a Shredding Paper would make you writes bigger,
Things were not on par were such a disaster.
Things were not levelled is such a brain teaser.
U may hate me as much as I hate you.
And I will hate you as much as U hate me.
The least that we will be on par.
We were at equilibrium.
This is the thing that I enjoy doing.
Presuming You enjoyed the ride,
Presuming You expected the height,
Presuming You see what I'ved sighted.
I Wan't more often of this,
as I shoudn't Be this far,
I shouldn't be this Silent,
I shouldn't grew unnoticed,
I shouldn't be what Im not.
This is what your evening snacks fill me,
What your daily ride brought me,
What your hunting trip cathes me,
I weren't there for mom.
This is What her drawings, drawing me,
Where her hands, holding me,
What her cooks, nourishes me,
What her pains, heals me,
What time has treasured.
We dint went that far,
But it was wide, was bright,
Fractures of glad & overwhelmed releives.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Hung on to me like that that itch after a long shower...
I don't work to cover your ass.
I don't earn to lay the pillow before your head.
& I don't trasure your shits and smiles.
Go On with your blood suckings... You will profited my bloody blessings.
I dont deal with trash & parasites...
I just don't dwell,
I don't lay out grins,
I'm just counting on your cents,
Pity on your senses.