What has my life come to ?
Where I brood for endless hours in front of a screen.
Where mindless thoughts and endless distraction,
Blind me from what has been.
What happened to the endless rush
Of getting to know another soul
Of learning hidden truths and fears
Of becoming a part of a whole
What happened to a careless day
Where time seemed to rush on by
Where leaving was not an option
Where there was no parting lie
And what of careless laughter?
Not brought on by the reckless substances
What of genuine happiness?
What of genuine bliss?
My mind drifts back to simpler times
When it valued not, what it had
Where comfort and ease were a given
Where I was genuinely glad.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Negative spaces and Gorgeous places.
Out of darkness is born the greatest of beauty,
Words that flow from out of the abyss...
That jot themselves down without a sense of duty,
Out of darkness comes an unfathomable bliss..
The music of a withered soul
That has a story to tell ,
Becomes music that is more whole
Not just a commodity to sell.
Words written down from genuine places
Places that contentment cannot reach
The kind of pain that changes faces
The kind of lesson that serves to teach.
In a world where all is stable
Such darkness is no longer welcome
Where sorrow is pushed under the table
And powdery masks have made us dumb.
Darkness that comes our way
Must never be feared or shunned
Take it , feel it , come what may
The greatest of beauty it will become.
Words that flow from out of the abyss...
That jot themselves down without a sense of duty,
Out of darkness comes an unfathomable bliss..
The music of a withered soul
That has a story to tell ,
Becomes music that is more whole
Not just a commodity to sell.
Words written down from genuine places
Places that contentment cannot reach
The kind of pain that changes faces
The kind of lesson that serves to teach.
In a world where all is stable
Such darkness is no longer welcome
Where sorrow is pushed under the table
And powdery masks have made us dumb.
Darkness that comes our way
Must never be feared or shunned
Take it , feel it , come what may
The greatest of beauty it will become.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Ferrero
Layer by layer as you undress me ,
you become more intrigued ..
Addiction and subordination follow ,
the insatiable urge to feed ..
-Yours sincerely , Ferrero Rocher ..
you become more intrigued ..
Addiction and subordination follow ,
the insatiable urge to feed ..
-Yours sincerely , Ferrero Rocher ..
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