...it will never end, she's a tear that suspends in my heart forever....
its too late...
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
knock knock! where is The Man?
with sweetness in the air
the door opens,
a long-legged flower in his hand,
one knee on the floor,
looking into your eyes, is 'The Man'
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Monday, April 20, 2009
guess who's she?
she has eyes
that awakens memories of explosions in the sky
hits me like a blow to the chest
a hidden smile
and soft curves
she takes my breath away at the end
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Sunday, April 19, 2009
SheHe
A black magic woman
As fish in a net
filled with adultery
this queen of camp
same place, same attire, same "just had sex" hair
a thousand diamond eyes
the stars and the lights in a death stare contest
drift
flow
wild wild
dance floor
canyons and desert and forests
dark dark night
He
A man with a simple heart
carves on the people around him
She came stalking out of pure mythical night
from the fringe of the universe
a powerless, pendulous instant
it happens forever & it's been happening forever
since the dawn of time
he fell in love
in search of ash and diamond
he goes sleeveless summer cold
and beers cracked open in the dark
and the heavens know what happens
in shady moments
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Thursday, April 9, 2009
pile of pain
overcast and clouded
at rain ville
love never met love here
at last the storm came
eager hate engulfed him
he uttered a long piercing cry
maybe it was of pain or of fear
he struggled to find a way
to wash this pile of pain
in the drain
as the drops fall
he walks towards the edge
lookin down and smiling,
...
the depth seemed satisfying
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pile of pain,
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
sweet dreams
Fiction Stuff
whether it's
summer
winter
or monsoons
it doesn't matter
all i have is love
and soft cushions
a tender touch
and kisses tenderer
no vodka
no cell
no work
i will never forget this
three days when
i was really happy
at last
I am HIM
carefree
not a drunk
not stupid
not falling
and not crying at all...
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sweet dreams,
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