A perfect Criminal.
Somewhere in the farthest corner of my mind, when I am asleep, a dream you could say,I'll deny, seeing you with open eyes is a dream to me, because it is so perfect,you are so perfect,perfect as the calmness of the mind when it feels secure. You are like the emotion called joy,you are something I crave for,not because of the fact that you are what you are but because you change all that is me, silently, steadily and readily.
Tender like the touch of silk,
your thoughts that releases mine,
I find myself turn into you,
In my mind, somewhere, somehow.
I wish to stop, my mind is tied,
But it is tired of holding on,
I know, I'll pull it free,
But when i Leave, I'll be so much you.
To touch the cloud,to soak in it's blue,
To bask in the radiance of the morning sun,
I long,
It's been long since I went out of door.
My love for you is my own prison,
Traps me in insanity, I call feeling,
Each tick of te clock, I turn to look,
Maybe to catch a glimpse of you somewhere.
The heart has lost hope, it lies,
Feeling better, saying that is another,
My soul quetions, asks me to justify,
Why I chose to love you, I decline to debate.
ME and More oF The Terrible Stupidity. I.D.I.O.T
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Someone Known
What we see in the universe is already history, Something that happened thousands or billions of years ago, I believe our past remains like this unshaken, un-stirred and undeniable. i caught you a few months ago, somewhere while i was going to work, I thought it was the present, I heard you yesterday after long, I thought that was present, I realized the distance that separates us from what we term as now and then is just fragmented reality of our present life which we know is like a technicolour dream. I am bewildered by your projection in my life as an image that is carved into it.
You are carved into the memory of mine like a carving in stone, sculptured to perfect reality and into perfection. You are like the most beautiful rose bush to me, bearing beautiful black roses. I could reach out an touch them but the thorns get my hand first. What makes you seem beautiful is not what you appear as, roses are beautiful, all of them are, the quest for a rose like you instills a thought in my mind, subjects me to agonizing pain, makes me falter from reality, makes me evade understanding that all is I see is not real is what amplifies your beauty. I still wonder when i am awake in the dead of the night, past the witching hour, how dangerous your thoughts are to me, your existence is crafted to make me realize how much I can torture myself into an endless moment of pain,to subject myself to limitless sorrow, all without rhyme or reason.
You are and if I say only you are like the onset of the coldest of the winter when the soul yearns for spring, the ice and snow makes the world look beautiful but without a soul to admire it. how beautiful would the icicle hanging out the frosted window pane glistening in the orange of the morning sunlight would be if no soul even a sorrowful one bears witness to it.
You are like a waterfall in the highest of the mountains falling pretty into the valley below, the melting snow feeds your flow, while the beauty of the snow vanishes it just adds itself up to you, you build up the mist, give birth to the sound that soothes the mind of a disturbed traveller just to drown him if he gets any closer.
You are like a drug, a whiff to bypass all reality, security and sanity, to make one exist in a fathom-less distant dream-land, A little overdose and the soul frees itself from the body to forever cease existing.
You are all that nature built and structured as beautiful, the most beautiful thing that nature built other that you is realization of pain, you are the bringer of realization and the memory of it hurts with the deepest agonizing pain. All that you touch will eventually die, if not sooner. The death shall not be the physical self you kill the mind.
Without the mind we all die, slow, decaying and begging for mercy.
I’m dying, I love pain, I kiss agony and if I have to beg for mercy sorry God I don't do ‘BEG”.
The world revolves.
Why is a good question.
Well nothing seems to be free and fair in this world, we talk about elections, selections, and everything under the sun, some even beyond it. We all crave a free lunch, only to get it and end up with a severe stomach upset. Counting my own chickens, holding my own ground and explicit about the way I feel, i disgust myself and my other self as well.
Both of me agree that I am not schizophrenic
The things I hold dear.
I love baby sitting kids, I love kids so much that everyone hands over their kids to me when they come together at any celebration. Everyone's babysitter.
Me and kevin, my sweetest mischievous baby boy.
A Tear Drop.
Something good I believe after a long long time.
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When I confessed into your eyes,
Did you blink?
When I saw you in the lounge that day,
Did you care to look back?
When I reached out my hand in pain,
Did your turn to hold it?
When I cried in thoughts of you,
Did you even think of me?
When the world left me behind,
I stood there to see you safe,
Watching from a distance,
The distance you wanted to keep.
You asked me to walk away,
I walked away,tearful and sad,
When you cut the bonds of knowing,
Did you hear my glass heart crack?
What went wrong I'll never know,
Maybe life took a 'U' turn somehow,
I'm back lone and sad,
Like her you stabbed my heart too.
I know what a stone heart you have,
I know how false your tears were,
I played along, played the fool,
I did, and will keep doing so for you,
All else being simple and short,
Just one more thing I ask,
One for the road, you may say,
When you left me today,
Did it hurt you,
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Appetite For Destruction:
There are times in our lives when we don’t know what the hell are we doing, we stand at a juncture where we look at our past.We feel like we have dragged it like a dead body,though for reasons enough to makes us feel human, we realize it has to stop, so just let go. That is what we all try to do, I have been thinking of it but I think I can as well now.
They were right about me then when all was me and only a fragmented justification of total idiocracy, I’m too strong to be soft and too soft to be strong, Aah the paradox of life.
Why do we do all the things we do?
Let’s just see:
The Angel’s flame.
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She seemed like a touch of mist,
Somewhere deep in the winter of my cold frosted mind,
I knew summer was here when I saw those eyes,
Little did I see the hell fire comming on,
So softly you whispered, your gentleness overwhelmed,
Dark was your heart, darker your mind,
Just to loosen my grip on reality,
I fell face first,fell in love,to my angel of darkness.
When you thought of me, did you see,
How you were reason enough for a change profound,
To kill the will of my gentle heart, Redemption I’ll call it,
For you are my angel no matter what,can’t blame you.
You left,alone, with my broken thoughts,
The ones i nurtured, hoping the darkness was a friend,
The familiar darkness made me forget a brightness called truth,
My realization now hangs in the balance of my love for you.
I look at you,play coy, watching me in broken symmetries,
Of everything that’s tangible, when I saw only you,
The darkness in you draws me to you like a moth to the flame,
To perish in the flame of your darkness that I crave.
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