no moon's a mistakew,, what was was the moon, and what was the the calm creeping of the clouds upon it........
the moon was not absent, the moon was not absent, the stars sang in unison behind their gleaming song of silence...the leaves waltzed in rhythm...the sky was alive today, the evening was a gown she wore, and she shone in brilliance,
a heart is the only entity among us that is the tool of nature,
every note and a gasp of hers reflects on us, our trembles ripple thru her in waves of exuberance, evryrthing s a mode of realisation, so are the waves of blades of grass in chorus..the wind was a tremulous blanket of chill :))

scnd day after new years..heartbroken as ever
my girl's with somebody else.
and i cant deal with it..cos i cant live without her..
my hearts a hole....god pleasehelp me...god help me

slowly trudging to a halt, i am fragile within,
flakes seem to softly caress the wind, before separating themselves from the fabric of my mind, and alighting as if on a cloud;
madness, distorted hungers feed the air around the county,
peace gives no death, and death gives no peace, strains of mind linger toward sanity,
rotten it lays, putrid from corruption, strainin for comfort, strainin it lies wasted and waiting for the next bounty to creep into its savage garden

The season of love ends...

finally....

winters with cold of many other winters blow through on to the embers of a dying love;

the ground and soil breathes a sigh of relief, war-torn

the air feels like my breath....

the plague that love carried in its veiny black veils has receded and wasted an era of generations in my land of love

innocence was raped to hunger.....and finally the tears that fell freely struggle through the scapes of cheeks, the last few drops of pain, pure, pain, tears of better times and happiness shed thru their last minutes of suffering..

the heart crumbles into rest , it beat everday for nobody to come, the coffin of loneliness is cosy home to darkness, ravaged by the fires of desire, attachment, an era of youth wasted...and the wastelands lie now in deathstricken sleep shamed but relieved, teary eyed but sated from the fires that ravaged it and its memories of a happy time gone long ago...

happy times...sigh...is the only thing i can say..the only thing thing that becomes the remains scant of my heart....

ve lost plot...plot
is lost...
god....save me...
please..

cravin walks....
by the sea..
no answers...
no questions...
no answers...
no answers....
lost...n found..lost only to be found.......

i have lost...only to find...

lost...only to find.....lost...whole.....wholly...whollly...wholllyyyyyyyyy

I am lost to creativity

as i am lost to most other things in this world
they are all beautiful yet distant;

i live in the stem of my money plant;

i dream on star lit nights
like everyone else

most people r rid of me

it does matter to some;

they eyes r dreamy and teary eyed;

the moon is silent like a crater of ice

i must go to bed in my lil stem;

the waves come rushing

but they wont drown me

neither would they raise me up to the heavens

or to the pearly moon light

i sleep knowing the waves rumble inside the walls of my mind

i sleep knowing i will be raised to heaven after my time is done and i will go to a distant land

the land of my mind

and i shall die into air from there

beautiful things last in that land

things that are delicate regenerate

i get broken in peices but all r home to me everwhere i guess

i must look at the moonlight for succor and peace and silence


beautiful lies the wastelands of desert ice and stony gravelly sands