in view of a chance
i'd play my coin
in a familiar game
without a chance
of winning anything
i'd still not try
where would I ever be?
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
You Stood Out
accomplishment.
whatever takes me there
is behind me at the moment
perhaps dogged by the absence
of you who could support
me in ways I'd never dream of
ways I'd dare dream of
in your space you have
every ounce of your dreams
breathing around you
and that I respect you
you could light it with
your fingers and your heart
compared to the figures of
my past you'd beat em anytime
whilst they always needed one
to dictate every move and every thought
you had yours to own
again, as I'd repeat my admiration
for that I adore you.
whatever takes me there
is behind me at the moment
perhaps dogged by the absence
of you who could support
me in ways I'd never dream of
ways I'd dare dream of
in your space you have
every ounce of your dreams
breathing around you
and that I respect you
you could light it with
your fingers and your heart
compared to the figures of
my past you'd beat em anytime
whilst they always needed one
to dictate every move and every thought
you had yours to own
again, as I'd repeat my admiration
for that I adore you.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Pulsating Cunt Reprise
shuffling in between spaces
the notes all over our faces
on every off it'd be mine
and you'd never fall on my side
how we were arranged was my
own design of the way we'd sound
your legs were spread enough
to reveal the beauty of melodies
yet i never could quite find
my heart walking up to your pussy
and licking it rhythmically
just to hear how it matches
your heartbeat.
the notes all over our faces
on every off it'd be mine
and you'd never fall on my side
how we were arranged was my
own design of the way we'd sound
your legs were spread enough
to reveal the beauty of melodies
yet i never could quite find
my heart walking up to your pussy
and licking it rhythmically
just to hear how it matches
your heartbeat.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Khamasin
in a single line
no arrangement of words
may express the beauty
of certain precious things
that of a woman's beauty
or the glorifying taste
of a pussy full of love
and khamasin is the same
a tune only it could express
in its listening...
no arrangement of words
may express the beauty
of certain precious things
that of a woman's beauty
or the glorifying taste
of a pussy full of love
and khamasin is the same
a tune only it could express
in its listening...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Pussy Dreaming
my dreams of your eyes
and your beautiful soul
makes me love for whatever
reason that I may ejaculate.
your young pussy is a whistle
to the dolphins in my veins
we communicate in rhyme with
the blue skies for as long as
you shut me away from the
fairness of your thighs..
be fair to me and sing
me into my ears..
and your beautiful soul
makes me love for whatever
reason that I may ejaculate.
your young pussy is a whistle
to the dolphins in my veins
we communicate in rhyme with
the blue skies for as long as
you shut me away from the
fairness of your thighs..
be fair to me and sing
me into my ears..
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Hershlag
in the miror
the view of my eyes
of her i'd see
you'd appear
with your smile
the symbol of your
heart and being
i'd dream of you
as i'd of her...
the view of my eyes
of her i'd see
you'd appear
with your smile
the symbol of your
heart and being
i'd dream of you
as i'd of her...
Friday, January 30, 2009
Colors of Cowardice
the colors of the day
seemed to be out of line
with the colors in my head
and nothing ever came along
with the pictures i dreamed
yes! yes! don't tell me
why, why, I know why, why?
i can't seem to move my hands
and turn the knob in my direction
because I am! I am courageless!
that palette of colors
they sing a song of pain
glorifying the dark skies
and the death of the bluest
and am I supposed to fight?
where do I find myself?
how do I defeat nature in art
or have I created art in nature
what, who am I walking into?
I can't differentiate the elements
and myself anymore
it came upon me nothing
is really real today
there are no words in
the books that I live on
they move in and out of
my soul into another
and with the last sip of brandy
I am convinced I see myself
too often in the mirror
I'd rather see someone else's
than that face of cowardice
I'd walk into someone else's
eyes and pretend the bravery..
seemed to be out of line
with the colors in my head
and nothing ever came along
with the pictures i dreamed
yes! yes! don't tell me
why, why, I know why, why?
i can't seem to move my hands
and turn the knob in my direction
because I am! I am courageless!
that palette of colors
they sing a song of pain
glorifying the dark skies
and the death of the bluest
and am I supposed to fight?
where do I find myself?
how do I defeat nature in art
or have I created art in nature
what, who am I walking into?
I can't differentiate the elements
and myself anymore
it came upon me nothing
is really real today
there are no words in
the books that I live on
they move in and out of
my soul into another
and with the last sip of brandy
I am convinced I see myself
too often in the mirror
I'd rather see someone else's
than that face of cowardice
I'd walk into someone else's
eyes and pretend the bravery..
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
With Everything I Have
as soon as she walked out
you came with all the colours
of an undiscovered painter
in an expected path that I took
you placed a new road with
no destination for me
this canvas you lay
has nothing but beauty
and with everything I have
you drew everything
I ever dreamed of
where do I wait for you then?
in time you'd drop your brush
and leave me to find one
to resume your masterpiece
what else can I place?
even with everything I have..
there is just no more space
-nasrulekram-
you came with all the colours
of an undiscovered painter
in an expected path that I took
you placed a new road with
no destination for me
this canvas you lay
has nothing but beauty
and with everything I have
you drew everything
I ever dreamed of
where do I wait for you then?
in time you'd drop your brush
and leave me to find one
to resume your masterpiece
what else can I place?
even with everything I have..
there is just no more space
-nasrulekram-
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Anti-Romanticism
you never gave me a note
for me to hum to every night
and chant myself into the elysian fields
how am I supposed to cope
with my heart completely absent
for years and years to come, who knows?
have I not sung loud enough
for you to hear the shape of my soul
in it stores the greatest story
I ever read of myself
purely composed by your mere existence
breathing in my dreams of you
I could saw myself into pieces
and the notion of your love
could piece it with the strangest
sense of love and joy
you exude every time I am
singing close to my skin
you allow me to survive
on this multifarious moments
that'd catapult me to
nights of self-decaying
the irregularities in the pattern
of my voicing in this land
forgetting my understanding
of the structure I once cared for
what do you not see
that you do everyday
blurred by the skies in your eyes
and the times you held your heart
to the promise you made whilst
your breasts were filling the cups
that were keeping my addiction
and I'd not eradicate any of it
no matter who you turned into
the hair you once hid to confuse
the people around you
it'd stop as soon your guilt
comes into the wettest gutter...
for me to hum to every night
and chant myself into the elysian fields
how am I supposed to cope
with my heart completely absent
for years and years to come, who knows?
have I not sung loud enough
for you to hear the shape of my soul
in it stores the greatest story
I ever read of myself
purely composed by your mere existence
breathing in my dreams of you
I could saw myself into pieces
and the notion of your love
could piece it with the strangest
sense of love and joy
you exude every time I am
singing close to my skin
you allow me to survive
on this multifarious moments
that'd catapult me to
nights of self-decaying
the irregularities in the pattern
of my voicing in this land
forgetting my understanding
of the structure I once cared for
what do you not see
that you do everyday
blurred by the skies in your eyes
and the times you held your heart
to the promise you made whilst
your breasts were filling the cups
that were keeping my addiction
and I'd not eradicate any of it
no matter who you turned into
the hair you once hid to confuse
the people around you
it'd stop as soon your guilt
comes into the wettest gutter...
Monday, January 19, 2009
Out
I have dropped the lines but as I have expected it has yet to explode. The ticking of the severity have yet to be heard by them but as soon as they remember they never took me seriously they will also realise I am as serious as I have never been before. It is practically over. I'm out...
Friday, January 9, 2009
Ride
I miss long bus rides. I miss listening to my favorite tunes and daydreaming during the long bus rides. I miss it.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Fate
I have yet to be on the winning side of fate. What does it take to be there? Or should I spit on life and flush all them moral fibers down the fucking drain and take charge? But no, I won't. I'd never trade my soul for happiness. I'd rather see the beauty of disappointment and glorify its part in me.
Again
I cannot quite stand the person that I have turned out to be and I start to wonder if those around me feel the same. Maybe. The truth is in my hands and I know the lines written on my palm. The colors of it resonates in my heart. The sea and the skies would never merge. The closest I'd get to the merger is to stand at the highest point of the boat and admire the horizon where the sea and the skies share an intimate moment. The gentlest whisper could cause a rush of blood to the points of love. And that is the truth: I am waiting for someone to carry my heart in her own soul to ease the pains of yesterday. Sometimes I worry I'd never be loved. Why would anyone do? I still cannot figure anything about me worth loving for. Again...
Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Shoot Myself
What is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with me? For fuck sake, what was I thinking? When will I ever learn? When the fuck will I ever learn? I just want to run away forever and wither.
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