Monday, February 22, 2016

“She Says… I Love You So”



“She Says… I Love You So”

My Tears… Are the Spears… Piercing Through… Every Door… I Lie Down… I lie Low… Tumbling Through… Rumbling Woe’s… Dancing Whores… Drinking Crows… The Night so Dancing… Ending Chores…
She Says… I Love you So…

Me so the One… The Fragrance of Romance… Romancing the Power… Gasping for More… I give all as a Whore… The Shouting… The Howling… The Love Bites not Hiding… Shining like Armor… The Armor of Gold…
She Says… I Love You So…

Soul lying on Pyre… Pedestal of Fire… Burning Down… The Fights Fought Alone… Every Inch every Ounce… Bouncing Time… Don’t Rebound… The Test so Reformed… Every Touch Touches the Core…
She Says… I Love You So…

Time so Past by… Youth decline to Stay by… The Age hits so Hard… Weed tears Apart… Heart beats with Fire… Mind slips thou Respire… The heart looks for Carriage… The Conception of Miscarriage… Cold are the Times… Fires turning Blind… Blind so the Chore…
She Says… I Love You So…

The Sun burns so Cold… O Death takes me Close… She Smiles… But Flows… Her Tears Hold me Close… Tears so The Life… Immersed with Desire… She holds more so Close… Whispering words to the Heart… Life won’t let me Go….
She says… I love you So…
She says…I love you So….

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

“Life is… Singing her Song…”



“Life is… Singing her Song…”


Ding… Ding… Ding Dong…
Bing… Bing… Bing Bong…
Life is… Singing her Song…

Youth so Prime…
Bright so Shine…
Hearts Sublime…
Brain to Shine…
The days so Bright…
Brighter thou the Night…
Jumping and Pumping…
Drain down thou Stinking…
Life is… Singing her Song…

Passion thou Strong…
Ringing out the Storm…
Fielding around…
Heart Bears His Sound…
Magnetic so the Field…
Whispering so the Wind…
I love You… and So…
Life is… Singing her Song…

Physical is the Touch…
Piercing through Mine…
The Breeze blowing the Touch…
The touch thou Harsh…
Nights are the Shark…
Life is… Singing her Song…

Nights to Lights…
Fights to Flights…
Night so we Fly…
Heart Tries and Cries…
Cries for the Life…
Life is… Singing her Song…

Dark is the Target…
The Mirror o my Margaret…
Bullet so Charging…
Youth Left…
Still Charming…
Desire to Despair…
Despair to Desire…
Fights for the Pyre…
Burning so the Wood…
Burning so I Stood…
Rhyming and Hymning…

Ding… Ding… Ding Dong…
Bing… Bing… Bing Bong…
Life is… Singing her Song…

Thursday, December 31, 2015

“Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes”



“Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes”


Standing Alone… Craving for… To be On Side… To get a side… Side so Drawn… Blowing horn… Horn so high… Bleeding Cries… Crying too much… Munching the Crush… Crushing along… Standing Strong…

Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes…

Moment of pause… Bringing the cause… Cause so High… Tea Coffee Fries… Cries to try… Trying along… Moving along… Feet so Frozen… Stem so Broken… Broken the Heart… Brings out Art…

Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes…

Honor the Part… Parting start… Words so flown… Thrown the Storm… Storming the Clash… Clashing the power… Power so Towering… Pressure so High… Testing the Clan… Cloning the Part… Parting Start…

Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes…

Staring the road… Road so froze… Freezing so Shard… Money plays Part… Parting the Bond… The Bond of Respect… No Money can Dissect… Dissector so Furious… Crushing and Curious…

Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes…

Wings of Money… To... Wings of Honor… Stuck so Together… Clashing and Clashing… Struck so Together… Burning to Ashes… Time thou Lost… Losing the charm… Charms of Glory… Honoring the Story…

Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes…

Dissector Exposed… Running to Close… Closing the Hole… Holed thou the Soul… The Bond thou Tested… Honor never Rested… Flowing with Honor… Harboring to Shore… The Shore so High… High thou the Dreams... Dreaming... Still I Fly…

Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes…

Standing Alone… Moment of Pause… Staring the Road… No money can Dissect… The Bond of Respect…  Honoring my Part… Party Starts…

Ashes to Ashes… Life in Flashes…

Thursday, September 24, 2015

"And so I Fly"


"And so I Fly"

With the journey at hold... 
Taking time to unfold... 
The myths so told... 
The steps so bold... 
Standing up... 
Holding shore...
And so I fly...

To the top so we reached... 
Holding hands so pleased... 
The wind so blowing... 
Heart so flowing... 
Forces too glowing... 
Smiles growing...
And so I Fly...

Hugged so together... 
Beating hearts forever... 
Firing the storm... 
Storming the visions... 
Shouting through the silence...
And so I fly...

Thus the sudden thrust... 
That push so burst... 
Bursting the silence... 
Falling down behind the parlance... 
The air so against... 
Frictioning the frame... 
My look so straight... 
The hands broke away... 
The holding so hurt... 
That pushing thrust...
And so I fly...

The music to ears... 
Sound of cheers... 
Cheering the crowd... 
Crowding the choir... 
The look so pale... 
The silence so stale...
And so I fly...

The fear so near... 
Nearing the road... 
That road of desire... 
The heart still on fire... 
The beating thou stopped... 
Stopping it all... 
Waiting for thud... 
The body to crush...
And so I fly...

The smile on the face... 
Zooming out at a pace... 
Closing so the eyes... 
Vision still so bright... 
Bright is the sun... 
Bright is the moon...
And so I fly...

Flashes of past... 
Crossing the chart... 
Charting the glory... 
Feeding the heart... 
Cheering the mind... 
All coming down... 
The sins burning grace...
And so I fly...

The heart cries for father...
Forgiveness from the mother...
Loving so the spouse...
Children so proud...
Fear lost the ground...
Gods embracing crown...
Tears tumbling down...
Head crushing the ground...
And so I fly...
And so I fly...

Monday, August 24, 2015

“Karama”

“Karama”

The match Rubs…
Its Fire…

Burning  Desire… The smoke so dense… Life’s so tense… Tensed the storm… Storming along… The train passes through… Throughout… Through you… You so funny… Acting so my bunny… Jumping around… Hopping you found… The ground we desire… Desires don’t end… The acts don’t mend… Designing ones den… Dense and dark… Dark is my pyre… O yes my sire…

The match Rubs… 
Its Fire…

The path so changing… Circling circling… Life comes circling… The birth to dearth… The canopy of urge… Urging the pants… Panting romance… Romancing desires… Life’s on fire… Bits to bits… Pieces to slit… Slitting the kisses… I love you my wishes…

The match Rubs… 
Its Fire…

The hair gone down… Receding frown… The child loving clown… The love so there... Was here… Now where… The smiles and laughs… Such loving the craft… The hands so warm… Why sweating palms… The smiles left lines… Laughs left shrines… The claps sound slaps… The soul so battered… Life seems better… Batter to matter… The wintery sweater… Closing arms… The sun freezing charm…

The match Rubs… 
Its Fire…

No smiles… All frowns… Frowning the glory… Life lost its story… The circle complete… The mist so Tressing…  Down…  Down…  Needs dressing… Holding the self… The book on the shelf… The shell is broken… The curse is the token… Token to queue… Queuing for who… Who… Who... Was once… The face have known… Known so the passage… The rights to wrongs… Wrong the desires…


The match Rubs… 
Its Fire…