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To waste the day in pure bliss
Silence drops
Exquisiteness
Such an aquamarine in pale blue sky
Memories abound
Smile and sigh
Emphatic tragedy
Inside I cry
Wondering wistfully why
Spring has sprang
Fall has fell
Summer slept
Winter did quell
Outspoken insanity
Lucid imaginings
Limpid pools of exquisite radiance
Dance Macabre along such empty halls
Brokenly waiting for you and I


Just a poem what do you read from it what emotion and thought does it bring you?

.....I hear thunder but there's no rain this kind of thunder break walls and window pane...... (prodigy)..#


Hollow heart's and darkening start's that's the stuff that blocks out love........I pour out some rhythm and soul untill my heart exploits the deepest feelings of my soul........!


I yearn to learn no more about love and that chain of lies I cloak my heart now with a pale disguise.

I am still in the monkey hills
, whear I have lost my miind and slef
Only dreams comes in to the mind

I listen to a song and think, she is lucky
I think I want someone like you
Over the horizon, maybe there's someone
like you
sadness mixes with happiness leaves me observing nature and its course

I listen to a song and think, she's lucky
I can't listen to some songs because of
Unluckiness? hemm Nothing worth posting
Only memories best kept in a box
In a world of harassment, I must be careful, finding a worthy muse

So many miles covered
On bare feet
Hurts to walk sometimes
Hurts to remember
If only thoughts didn't hurt and we could be ourselves

I think of you and am grateful
to know what I know
Because you showed me
Teacher, when will I pass?
When will I learn enough not to get hurt, waste time?

You say "Hi" and lend an ear
Within a few minutes, you have me
I can't be silent with friends
Friend, no silence allowed
My freedom is the text, bless those who read and understand

why do ladys love candles so much I make candles my self just like to know what women like in there candles

I slept with my name tag on
So I knew who I was when I
Woke up
Funny, since I've been sleep walking
Sleep dressing and sleep eating

I wear my name tag so
People know what to call me
Keeps things civil
My own label
Vintage 1964, aged in a wooden barrel

I have a collection of
Name tags
Kept in a safe place
Like some collect corks from
Favorite bottles, shared with friends, toasting

I have a name tag
So I can't forget who I am
While I sleep walk, sleep eat
Waking only when
My name is called, by tender voice, rousing.

They came to my house with two books. I thought they were giving it for free. Then they said the books cost 200 Rupees. They asked please help them to have lunch. To my irony I didn’t have a single paisa in my pocket. I told them that, they went away angrily without believing me. I thought of celebrity evangelists and I thought of them. All beg in the name of Christianity. When I was having a good job, I was liberal with my money and I used to dish out hefty sums for Christian work. Now I am penny less. ‘Christ’ you are an irony for my purse. I have stopped worshiping Christ and now I follow the path of Mammon. Christ himself has said you are free to worship me or Mammon. I think ironically of Christ’s saying ‘what gain is there if you gain the whole world and yet lose your soul’. Rabbi: I haven’t gained the world. I think it is better to sell my soul to Lucifer. Yes, I long for riches, money, women and fame.

Attraction might be easily felt yet a lasting connection surely needs a true intention. ^^
(for what we easily perceve may be the best there is yet what's the use of if it ends in it? )