Tuesday, May 25, 2010 ♥
Months,
The rear mirror,
Speaks of the conflict,
Speaks of the sadness.
A conflicted sadness to embrace.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010 ♥
It's like Waiting for the Rain
Yet
Afraid that its a Thunderstorm
So should it be "Rain rain go away"
or "Please don stop the rain" ?
Saturday, May 15, 2010 ♥
Emotion is the only real thing.
Not Indifferent to the Difference.
Such Permanent Impermanence.
You make it hard to see
Its like being blindfolded.
Reaching for a hand to hold on to,
But I am hand-less.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010 ♥
The contrast in my life


The blends is all it takes for
the colour to bleed into one.
Sunday, May 9, 2010 ♥
Toast proposed. Tasted the wine.
How filled was the wine glass?
How much is left now?
Its red, just like what's beating inside me.
The Symphony is missing a beat.
That deafening silence kills the alive, awakes the dead.
Saturday, May 8, 2010 ♥
The guards postitioned themselves.
From all directions they are coming,
the same thing they did was to pt guns at the criminal upfront.
Whats happening behind was a blindspot for the guards.
Neither do they care because criminal himself is a mastermind.
Criminal upfront was safeguarding all the plans behind.
But the guards are pushing for the criminal to stop all plans.
Criminal is in dilemma. Give in? Give up?
Succumbing to what? What of the criminal?
Friday, May 7, 2010 ♥
Conquer the dancefloor.
Lyrics hit me like the reality.
I know strongly, there's only one.
Thursday, May 6, 2010 ♥
"Because they dont understand you"
Totality from the Nile.
A bottle flows through the meanders
and down the waterfall.
Through the eyes of it, capped.
I picked it up and holds it.
Here's me.
Here's what I can offer.
Swallowed. Contained.
Just like the Sphinx.
Just like the Anubis.
Not only the L word, but the P word.
But my Toy Theory. Damn!
Monday, May 3, 2010 ♥
Its Spiel day.
Its Spill day.
I spilled my lungs out, with no rooms for impurities.
Its empty and I can't imagine what's going on inside.
Indeed, the foresight for unwellness,
who knows it could be this disgusting?
Now, in the middle of the morning, 4plus am,
I just have to lullaby myself to sleep from the headaches I'm having now.
I realized the change in perceptions from this.
The sole protector. What else man.
Sunday, May 2, 2010 ♥
Socrate, throw me some sublime wisdom.
It's like Bette and Tina.