RAMBLINGS
An all too ordinary story, with aftertaste so bitter
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
I'm losing myself... sinking deeper down
I'm caught in the world wound web
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
finding a sweet plum on the floor wondering why it seems so familiar
crouching down observing it,only then u remembred memories
rushing in like a waterfall eroding the contents of your mind in sorrow
evrthing you thought you have left buried and dead haunts tomorrow
ther i was standing in a battle fiel torn with hate fighting hordes of animals
making surre ill come to live then to die in vain for i longed to see rose petals
slaying all blood on my hands what have i done slaying men like me
all those who are thrown into the fray for is being compelled to thee
beliefs of diffrence clashed in conflict ending with nothing but mourning
who wins eventually are the demons that plague or minds dawning
fighting rages on as it stalls in a village i knew my downfall was inevitable
but i longed and pray for one wish that is to see you ending my battle
true enough i succumbed to my enemies blade and with my last efforts
i slayed him and crumbled down as well and into embrace fell i short
i found my wished fulfilled..though tears were in yur eyes and both of us in bleeding misery
on our last breaths we uttred sweet nothings to each other and promised to stay for eternity
even till our next incarnation...
snapping out of my overwhelming expression i loooked upon that plum suddenly remebring someone liked it before and a familar face yet undecypharable appaers before me
as i gave the plum to her i felt deja vu and a tug of heart and i commented..
miss u are very pretty..wht is yur name?
felicia..
i would gladlyproclaim..that if i were to die ill die in your arms..
the end
Another Ordinary Story at 7:50 PM;
Saturday, March 17, 2007
in the darkest nights of stars withering in the skies
fading away to obscurity
finding a way to evade scrutiny
for evrey good thing cant last
plying by the rules
but pulled by the noose
fool fool
in the still of the night sleepless wandering
tugging and turning eyes so red and body like lead
forseeing the fates living in a wheel caged
paranoia gripps and memories kills
fall fall
still its dark nowhere to run swallowed by the dark
fighting so long left chinks in armour a matter of time befall
and even if rock erodes what is a fighting spirit?
and all thats left is a husk of it
a rebel fighting..till he fell for the final time
after so many falls and stabs its about time he fell
but cherished he'll be not,dying in sorrowful pain
and all his memories he will keep
all those deeds unto him in constant thought
all those loves in constant motion
and all the mistakes will be tipped by the venomous memoirs of those betaryed and slayed till aven a husk is gone and the dust and ashes are not even left particles
but a whish of air thats meant to forgetabble
in the still of the night..
Another Ordinary Story at 8:07 AM;
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
A rather ironic situation when it is in fact that we
are telling people hat is right and wrong
straange?
allow me to explain
people now are judge jury executioner
we deterrmine their future and their lives
what a shame men like us making dicsions when in fact we know its all
of no avail and that the irony is
we are servants to god and when a slave has become a master what has become of thier master then?
that is when we riegn in blood supreme taking what we feel is needed justifying the unjustified
monopolysing fortunes and fates becoming the master of puppets
it is us who hate and us who love
us who kil us to live
but when all tht prevails is hatred where have all the dreams we thrived and created gone?
all lost in a blaze og glory of the new gods mankind.
Another Ordinary Story at 9:46 PM;
