Desolate Memory

A memory of falling drops of the rain could almost soothe my pain. Lost but yet so Sane.
The lonely nights seemed to shine so bright, without the sounds or fights. The stars have shed their light.

Things are falling apart from my heart, it all just seemed like a start.
Time wouldn't let me stay in those days slowly slipping away.

The gentle cold made me feel so bold but now I'm growing old.
Dust what then was gold.

Things have fallen apart from my heart it all just seemed like a start.
Time wouldn't let me stay in those days slowly slipping away.

Silent Night, Stirring Night. All is Wrong. All is Right.

The fact is I'm a shameless idiot. Though I call shamelessness being humble, and I don't expect an approval. But how often would you see a guy sitting on a hectic pavement when its raining? No one saw me cry, another pointless and silent victory. Would you know?

The fact is I didn't want to impose my presence on you. As a child I always thought the butterfly's wings would smudge and tear if I caught it in motion. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction was Newtons Third Law though, and Apples blush sweetly.

I think, I think, I think I cant sleep. The Thoughts just seep so deep. So Steep it Leaps. You Creep In my head.
Then I sink into my bed and i drift carefree for a moment in the ocean. I hear emptiness, subtle emptiness. The Dark Clearness of the Water exists with me alone. The subtlety of the silence rises in a flowing pitch to a single resonant orgasmic note! it sinks and i bask trying to comprehend the strange absolution I felt presently with the intensity of what passes.
And then
She Sings...
Overwhelmed I hesitate and remember to breathe.

The Bed is stubborn and solid. She stole yet another night, how do i fight what is right? Give me your sight and i will sing with you. I wish to sleep with absolution and belong. The Sunrise had stolen me in Disguise though the nights are all I Remember.

THedonist Cacophony

Clouds shroud and Cycles crowd like a halo above me, needing constant attention like a child with a brand shiny toy, but then again its all above my head. I cant bare the trivial-but-of-importance race of thoughts i've been fed with all my life, I Need More! (To be blunt) Don't even think of selfishness you hypocrite! This ain't no justification just the evident fact.

Consumed by the stagnant heaviness of the room i decide to shove open the drapes to get a glimpse of something that's outside! Something will inspire me soon i think reassured as i search as nothing has happened that has. I'm wrong. It has, just that it wont, sorry, hasn't lasted. 'The Muse' i think,
And then I see it, "It" makes the moment feel like a nostalgic dream. It is The Only Thing that has always been. Nothing.
The spinach tree with the bee hive, The spot black Swift car of my neighbour, The lane kids playing football, The vegetable peddler and All of "The's" have always reminded themselves to me but that is exactly "It"! This Something which is a part of The Everything which obviously can be An Anything being already known blooms Nothing. There It is again, the symphony of Clouds and Cycles!

Thus resorting to thrills, which is a silent and sought after hobby, is what anybody does. Different Thrills but the Same Aim. Exotic anything served with a sprinkle of drive quenchers is the soul of the masses. I am not afraid to admit this. It needn't be materialistic necessarily, Something that makes you look to morrow and life with gleeful gratitude is the crave. Love for some and forms of sexual expression for others, The example for something that is sylphic and blissfully manic, the former being more true to this statement than the latter which is your pick of ripe fruit buddy. Respectively.

I wash my face thoroughly with my eyes tight shut for a brief moment so i can picture someone else, i stay there in suspended animation and suddenly break the moment by opening my eyes! I see me, no one else.

You've felt the restlessness haven't you? The sickening feeling of worthlessness for at the exact same moment your nothing! Why? Cause you know what you are, there isn't anything more to you, so you search for The Wholesomeness, Completion, The Universe Outside!

AN ew Wa y- Pa ir so ft wo

A Butterfly keeps stealing nectar from a lonely flower.
A Stallion that strides with certainty to fight the chasing hour.
The Greenest Ocean. The Drifting Sky.
The Brightest Sun and Moon.
All these wonders swim through space and time in pairs of two.

A New Way to say, what keeps creeping in my mind.
But the new gives a--->way to leave all your shackles far behind.

Natal Wishes

This is no attempt at materialism, thats clarified.
I crave for somethings not to hide.
Living raindrops from the sky, people to pretend like they cry.
Perhaps some guidance from a fly? but why? Sigh...
For restless nights and Days of Fun the Moon left the stars as a rose for the Sun.