Friday, September 14, 2012
i have lost..weariness..pounds against my limbs..the nights bring no comfort, the morning brings no relief...living has become a pain..a living horror..watchin depletion eat me up day by day....
i cant force it down the requisite inches the blade to my vein..i cant tighten that extra ounce the rope around my neck....my fingers r numb...almost flailing..the pleasures and pains of a lifetime ve hounded me relentlessly..
i am tired today on the canvas, reeling, not knowing where iam ...i get up again he will pound me down...death is knockin patiently waitin outside these doors what am i protectin...
but i will stand up again if can..i dono why i do this..i don have anythin no energy, no relief, no savings or reserve,i stand up to tire myself out, maybe at the end of this there will be a relief of blackness...a complete sweep outs of the senses, i maybe lifted out of the ground, ahhh death will be a comfort like no other maybe, maybe a long sleep, maybe i ll run away from these horrors...o god im crumbling, but hehehe wat the helll, i ll try...hunger shame loss the feeling of ignominy and ridicule..and the shame and the sadness of it all.the futility...i am slipping off the ground..
i am slipping of the face of planet earth..this city is eating me up..and my head t
relief
Thursday, March 8, 2012
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 :))
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 :))
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Monday, November 21, 2011
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
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
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
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....
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....
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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