days..

My days all feel boring and dry
My heart is aching and cry
When will I talk to you next
I am sure I won't have anything useful to talk the next time or the next time or the next
My pleasure was with the non sense that we talked
That non sense was keeping me sane
Now I am slowly going in..

--Fri, Jul 17, 2015 at 12:35 AM

on childhood..

man with childhood wit still

find words for it nay he will



hopeless human mind in its cunning vile or

a hating heart that avenge, forgets, for

a child's reaching hand

is a magic wand



high and low tides, a child knows not

for his joy lies in breaking his tom's pot



a child thinks just once before

while we do it a lot times more

to speak the truth in terms simple

or seek the dreams, risking a wrinkle



wailing, crying his mood in wrath

leaves no stone untouched in his path



child, i want to be..

child, you do not want me to be..

child, we can let us be..

child, though we can never again be..

--12:03 pm jan 24 2009

every minute..

Every minute I can't talk to you

Every minute I can't reach you

I die every minute bit by bit

What curse is this upon me



When my heart feels the need

When my heart needs the vibrations

From your voice to keep it calm

I am finding solace in your image



This feeling, I must have sinned

This feeling, I am a sinner

My sins are tearing me apart

Your voice is my only salvation..



The courage to let you be

The courage to quiet me