In the darkest of moments
and the dreariest of hours;
I have found a thought or two, of you;
found inspiration in the throes
of the deepest of desperation;
it must have been you.
Don't ever take this perception
away from me;
in the stygian gloom,
it is what would help me see.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Time spake
Though interminable and relentless
is the journey I make;
Even I, can not arrive
before my Time.
is the journey I make;
Even I, can not arrive
before my Time.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
In limbo
Have the wheels of passion,
met the wheels of fate?
Have they stopped turning,
having arrived at that pearly gate?
But Time still plays,
in its unfathomable ways;
while you, caught between here and the hereafter,
wait to surrender to the Master.
met the wheels of fate?
Have they stopped turning,
having arrived at that pearly gate?
But Time still plays,
in its unfathomable ways;
while you, caught between here and the hereafter,
wait to surrender to the Master.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Strength beyond years
Alone and unheard,
at the end of days;
they come to terms,
they mend their ways.
Unforgiven by the world,
unknown to many;
befriended by infirmity and pain,
they prepare to die...and to be born again.
at the end of days;
they come to terms,
they mend their ways.
Unforgiven by the world,
unknown to many;
befriended by infirmity and pain,
they prepare to die...and to be born again.
...But once
The bride burns in shame,
the groom tucks into a new game;
the petals crushed as emotions blushed,
while eternity bore witness to what must.
the groom tucks into a new game;
the petals crushed as emotions blushed,
while eternity bore witness to what must.
I just left them there
My feelings, my fear;
i spoke to them, i made it clear.
Long i have played with them,
bouncing them off those walls that just stood there;
as my hopes and dreams crashed and vanished,
year after year.
i spoke to them, i made it clear.
Long i have played with them,
bouncing them off those walls that just stood there;
as my hopes and dreams crashed and vanished,
year after year.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Exposed
Tear and burn
the garb of plea and play;
stark and sweaty,
make love, may hay.
Beyond ploy and pout,
pushed to the core;
let it reveal the truth,
maybe a little bit more.
the garb of plea and play;
stark and sweaty,
make love, may hay.
Beyond ploy and pout,
pushed to the core;
let it reveal the truth,
maybe a little bit more.
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