smelly pants and greasy parts
make things quicker in your hart
see the pillows squishy carts
let me finish before i start

bang bang duff papow...
falls asleep in the gallows
the suns out feeling tired
come on squishy cart get me my pillow...

Maybe I’m stuck with you
Like paper planes stuck on glue
Maybe I like being stuck with you
Because you are such a view

Feelings of splitting twigs summoning the courageous blossoms
A little lost burning flame walking the path into two way traffic
Getting the idea of a real sunny day from two beautiful birdies
Tugged and pulled, loved and loved some more with melancholy flu

The sun is out, making it perfect for smashing pumping kicks of balloons
The place is cold for puppies waiting to be selected for the sacrifice
Wordings spill out with muses filtering through sponges in the sea
Head and heart drawing a line between nothingness void of non-feelings

the amazing trickling thoughts of Gazman and RIch

Ritchie has left the building.
you must have escaped from the Indian pig army, when they invaded firefly territory.
Clearly your endonuclearatic cells have been corrupted leading to insufficient memory bleededge for naughtiness.
Only when the loop the loop is in for maintenance. The naugtiness is just as good when ducks are flying west.
Crazy f'in ducks he says. All they do is make a mess and now I have to redo this jumping lemon shoes!
No, you just have to convert them into orange pants! That makes no mess and midgets are happy!
You make no sense so the piglets are flappy, I'll cry for the bellowing cows cheese cake and age the sunflower cage.
Cows cheese moves the bra in a westward direction, so that the piglets flap their flappy mothers.
Until they reach Winneypeg, soon they realise they jumped at the wrong clouds deafening the little ones feet.
But I find the chicken on his little foot doesn't want to go along for the ride, leaping off onto the mushroom patch with Elation.
So elated they let off the stinky onion kids. On a leash they went making oaks turn into boats and houses into pies.
Then eating the house pie, they exploded into a hail of fairy dust with rabbit flavoring.
Decorating intensely the church of wisdom brought down the thunder to form barges to make way for the lady of small pox.

here we go again

it could be time
for another rhyme
in the distance getting close
here she comes again

that attractive blur
it must be her
walking down the street
here she is again

playing with her hair
she doesn't have a care
strolling down in her little white dress
there she goes again

Today is yesterdays' tomorrow,
even though it shall past,
may it not be your last,
it's one thing you cannot borrow.

A Limelick

On the rocks while Richie spied,
All the creatures scurried to hide.
While not an octopus but a blue shell found,
Aliinas butt slipped to the ground.
Searchings over says the tide.


A Limelick by Alida, Aliina and Dilan.

the future is not doomed,
just merely screwed.

waiting for a letter

serious ponderings weren't taking place,
just laid in place and left smoldering in a case,
thinking about the past, present and future days,
thoughts gravitating towards posthaste.

two years ten days to this day he saw tears,
tears from a girl saddened by his departure,
never had they phantom that the months would turned into years,
and the stitches between the seams would begin to rupture,

two years ten days later, and a fortnights worth of mail,
they rediscover the joy of talking to each other,
and just the other night, in her words he saw a smile,
time seem to crawl at snails pace waiting for a lover.

Midnight melody

The chicken squawks at midnight!
Unbeknownst to her that moths sigh on their flight.
As she plummets upwards towards the moon in her nuclear bathtub,
The sky crumbles and reforms despite of receiving a nice tummy rub.
But the liquid herpies only effect fluffly bunny marshmellows, proving her hairstyle wrong.
While the hungry go without yellow jello, never has a chicken’s fear of weightlessness been so strong.
Unless the paths of the six sporks crosses a freaky Mexicans eyebrows in the june snow.
The goats would moo until the matriarchal piglet came back with seven mango frogs in tow.

by Gazza and Ritchie

Chadd

has it come down to this?
waiting for the very next kiss.
walking off a cliff,
hanging on very big 'ifs'.

spinning in the dark,
looking for a spark.
there is nothing there,
it's hardly worth a stare.

unable to carry on,
drifting closer dawn.
is it worth the wait,
what if it's running late?

waiting by the stars,
under the sparkling sky.
wiping off condensing eyes,
watching the clouds past by.

Always

pretty, gorgeous and lovely,
i met her at a party.
caring, adorable and funny,
i love to call her honey.
if she ever feels lonely,
she could always call me.
when she calls me sweetheart,
i melt and turn to jelly.

charming, handsome and witty,
wooed her with flowers and a hat.
been together for a while now,
it's time to settle down.
thinking about having kids,
and a home where the beds can sit.
gave him the ring,
and her, a kiss on the cheeks.
I'm happy that she's happy,
they love each other to bits.

fresco

dude, write on the bloody pants
make out with your friends
something's going to happen

burning holes in the sky
stealing candy till she cries
your girlfriend's not going to heaven

drinking down the tavern
where's my car, where's my ride
holding onto a lantern

painting a string of songs
singing a poem of pictures
laying on my side

it's cold, we're burning lots
plotting, scheming, screaming
learning how to crawl

if it was...

desperation wanting
the view so bleak and daunting
from memories comes the longing
warm hugs and gentle kisses leaves you craving

copper stained jeans
walking up stairs
i know your name
would you like to dance?

why be shy
lets frolic under the moon
come stare at the sky
and we'll can play till noon

long brown hair
silky white skin
I hope you don’t mind
if I just stare

those green green eyes
and that pretty face
I might be in heaven
but I think my mind is just lost in space

cookies & cream

a pot full of gold, a chin lacking hair
daylights gone and midnights fallen, i can only stare
gaining a head full of dreads and a ship full of dispair
there isn't any ice-cream left and no one seems to care
looking at the map, walking directly into the dragons lair
swallowed the keys, searching for a flare
if only i would grow a pair.

i've been to this place before
i was so civilised
a half a million thoughts
walked for a hundred miles

in middle of no where
i found it one morning
reminded myself
i haven't lost a thing

it's in your heart
logde in with that dart
looking around all that smoke
hiding behind a poker joke

into the night one might stay
oblivious to the moon-lit sky
floating away on well grown pot
drifting away with a smile

thinking of another day
some day other than this
giving myself to the rain
running rings around the police

floating free of responsibilities
stirring up the autumn leaves
swimming away into the open sea
giving away lifes lease

gliding on slender wings
with the winds i try to follow
caught by a surge of nostalgia
feeling a little hollow

still there

at the moment of ecstacy
i thought i found something i long sought
a few moons had came and gone
still left thinking the same thought
hanging on an invisible piece of string
loosing grip on a battle hard fought
searching for a memory that went by
broken by the end of the flight

missing you

missing pieces we each found
holding hands emotions drown
sun baked earth upon we sat
among the trees lay our nest
losing battle saw us flee
falling down to earth, you still have my keys

things has always went the "right" way
i dont need no guidance nor sympathy
just take it back
i dont need this anymore
i'll go and relieve myself of this pain
walk into a door and not feel faint
make this go away and i will say thank you
will i make it through to friday

yet again im trying to fly
into the sky onto the clouds
waiting for an angel
with a tray of cookies and a book to read
i'll wait patiently staring at the moon
pain and anguish i am stained
fukin just make this all go away

it's not paradise

fall in love with baking, fall in love with cooking,
fall in love with art, with sports,
be in love with life,
be in love with someone else,

i fell for you,
i feel for you,
longing to be in your arms,
i wish i could be by your side,

dont fall apart,
i'll bake you a cake, just to say,
and i cant stand being apart,
i miss you and i love you,
but i just cant bear to see you falling apart.

is it me,
it may not be,
thinking of it makes me sick,
the things i did, the wrongs i made,
i cant undo but a vow i can make,
i'll go far away, try make it stop,
maybe i could drown in a lake,
maybe i could learn to bake a cake,
i dont want just another happy birthday.

not unless

There is a fear
That im no where near
Running at great speed
Searching without a lead

Falling like a leaf
Flowing down a stream
Dying from the inside out
My heart impaled with cupids arrow

Taking naps on sleepless nights
Windy days makes for a timely break
Listening to possums wake
Watching the windows weep

Too late too soon

She’s there
But I don’t dare

As the truth sinks in
There is a sense of discontinuity
An angel taken away
Leaving a gaping hole in my bosom
Falling short
Falling apart

nay

you got me bad
with your emerald eyes,
you got me bad
with your little sighs,

you got me bad
with your way with words,
you got to me bad
with the way you express,

you held me tight
letting me know,
that i’ve got you bad
and you wanted me so,

now you vent
declaring your ache,
tis making me mad
that you’re building this hate,

you got me bad
just to let you know,
listening to your pain
its driving me insane,

i want to know
why you’re hating me so,
but i heard
its just your way of letting go,

you got me bad
i wish i could stay,
you got me bad
what more can i say.

i dont want to
i cant help it
it just wells up
when its safe to
i cant beat it
rain just doesnt fall up

empty

In the night I see
A dark full of night
Peering into a cave
With firefly light

Invisible it may seem
A glass half empty
Picking up sticks
With room for plenty

Igniting a match
A flame with no heat
Pulling the cover
Wandering off to sleep

ayrılmak

this is how its gonna be. leaving and letting things by.
not singing nor dancing with joy. walking away hoping to not cry.
morning looms with sunday blooms. rekindling, souls dare not try.
winding roads, shadow trees. hoping no one pries.
falling off a gentle cliff. waving hopes and dreams goodbye.
reading books, telling jokes. a face cannot lie.
travelling along, coffee's warm. it’s not easy cutting off ties.
deep within confused bears lay. not searching for reasons why.
tis too hard to keep it alive.
tis too hard to let it die.
this is how its gonna be. leaving and letting things by.

thank you again Nazza for helping me with the title.
'ayrılmak'(I-rhil-makh) means 'seperating'

drone

Deepening inside
The need to confess
A rotting core
Looking to suppress

Growing like a sore
Hidden deep within
Walking to the door
Lights growing dim

Digging outside in
Expecting a wall
A hopeful soul
Struggling to crawl

Can’t out run
Heart in thy hands
See this petty lad
Laying where he lands

yetişmek

Deciphering its course
Disillusioned and in despair
Drifting away from its source
Dancing through the air

a big thank you to Elif Naz for helping with the name,
yetişmek (yetishmek) means grow up in Turkish.

Heah

Break me
Sever me
Cut me
Im not for you to own

Strangle me
Mangle me
Hang me
You’ll never see my pain

Choke me
Suffocate me
Asphyxiate me
I’ll always be alone

Cook me
Roast me
Boil me
You’ll never see the last of me

Caress me
Embrace me
Love me
I’ll always be my own

juice

Fragile is such a heart,
One which have such a crush.
Glancing back around,
Serves to make one flush.
Seeing a smile in ones direction,
Would be such a rush.
If there wasn’t such a fear,
Then there wouldn’t be such a punch.
Forcing one self to make a move,
Hoping to see a blush.

a lonely song

A none show over the pool;
listening to the stillness of life

Mourning under the moon;
laying still under the sun

Halloween of a fool;
watching chocolate melt

Smiling at the loon;
listening to the birds sing

Fixing it with a tool;
watching the spiders weave

Letting go of the spoon;
reminiscing over ice cream

Finding You

They say that days like these,
are good with songs like these.
I am jealous of the person who will have you,
unless that person is me.
Wondering all along,
if you will ever be mine again.
Have I seen the last of us,
I want to know the rest of you.
Sitting here staring into the distance,
pretending to be staring at you.

not just a season

A duck I saw with brittle bones
A tail I found in an empty sink
Never have I saw a flying pig

I’m no longer content being alone
The day I saw her it made me think
No I won’t get fat or smoke a cig

Walking along balancing on cones
I could always do with more ink,
Watching the little ants dig

Heaven I found but not on my own
Tantalising it may be but I’m not pink
All I am, but not all a twig

Crashing along
Sitting here alone,
Listening to the birds sing

Conquering the fear
Sighing all the way
Waiting for your heart,
looking back at me

to L. Emma. P.

my heart for you

There are thoughts in my head
they wont get out
There are thoughts in my head
they want to form into words
There are thoughts in my head
they want to speak to you

There is a part in me
that wants to keep you forever
There is a part in me
that wants to ask you to keep me never
There is a part in me
that tells me to leave you alone

There is that love in me
that wants you to move on
There is that love in me
that wants you to let go
There is that love in me
that wants you to be happy

I have in me
memories
I have in me
suffering
I have in me
a displaced future

I had in me
a love
I had in me
our hearts
I had in me
my soul

The love they have for you
triumph over mine for you
The love they have for you
shields me from you
The love they have for you
bars me from being with you

I won’t forget
my love for you
I won’t forget
you stole my heart
I won’t forget
you were my never

gone with

Resurrection of an old past
Going with the wind
Times has been bad
The good has gone
A new breeze brings fresh air
Going hand in hand
Putting the walls back up
This time with a window
And a door of some sorts
Moving along on the road
The release of letting go
Searching for furnishing to add to this new home
Looking for someone to occupy this new space
A new place
A more decorated space
The décor original
With a window
And a door of some sorts

through a veil

i am not happy
do you not see
i am not the same
do you even care

in her arms she held me
my heart felt warm
she had let go
my heart now growing thorns

wandering along alone
do you seek the rain
wandering on a drifting song
do you feel my pain

beginning of the end

the beginning of the end
the day that i take a rest
my world has come to a stop
my heart has made a nest

the beginning of the end
the day that my heart mends
my dreams will ever haunt
my day to lament

the beginning of the end
smiling back at me once again
will my dreams never end
to stop the pain from coming again

follow

I am a dreamer
Driving me insane
Becoming weaker
It will never be the same

Why don’t I run away
Till no memory remains
Giving me a name
Wandering with no aim

Heavens’ gate closed
A Hellfire Rose

Never ending speculation
Leading down the path of the mundane

long time coming

it will be a breeze
six years will hold fast
time is never gonna freeze
its never gonna last

day by day
night by night
red with blue
dark with light
grey and purple they dont mix

time will past
a superficial twist
time will past
a universal fix

time shall not stop

To the end with hell
For I do not fear
The light guides
As the end is near

Further along time I pass
Getting stronger with a glance
Further along six years won’t last
And they won’t stand a chance

another day passes

in time there is comfort
its relentless pace
moving the light closer

in time there is heartache
its merciless passing
shreding the petals to pieces

to my night

Death is solitude
Away from love
Away from compassion
Away friendship
The understanding
Forgiving and sympathetic

A hermits life I pursue
The remoteness
The security
The seclusion
Concealed among the trees
Isolated from the world
My retreat

The judgement
Vengeful and merciless
Away from the hurt
Away from the pain
Away from the eyes of the world
Death is being with the crowd

cintaku jauh di pulau

Cintaku jauh di pulau,
gadis manis, sekarang iseng sendiri

Perahu melancar, bulan memancar,
di leher kukalungkan ole-ole buat si pacar.
angin membantu, laut terang, tapi terasa
aku tidak 'kan sampai padanya.

Di air yang tenang, di angin mendayu,
di perasaan penghabisan segala melaju
Ajal bertakhta, sambil berkata:
"Tujukan perahu ke pangkuanku saja,"

Amboi! Jalan sudah bertahun ku tempuh!
Perahu yang bersama 'kan merapuh!
Mengapa Ajal memanggil dulu
Sebelum sempat berpeluk dengan cintaku?!

Manisku jauh di pulau,
kalau 'ku mati, dia mati iseng sendiri.

- Chairil Anwar 1946

purple flower

Illogical
Transmorphical
Inundated with the non-sensicle
Trying to figure out
Wondering and pondering
With logic out the window
Up the mountain
In the woods
With the ants and the flies
Not making sense at all
Only one is for certain
The closeness
The parting
The unrelenting heat
The heart hoping
Never wanting to leave
Non-sensa-logical
When will it end
When will it make sense
When will the thoughts make sense
The day of acceptance
So it beckons

silence

One love in one hand
Life is a juggling act
Two loves in two hands
Never leaning to one side
When another one jumps in
Strings get attached
Relations gets entangled
Leaving no choice
But to leave one behind

too fatigue to fly

Stop badgering me
I am but a cat
Stop ordering me around
As if I’m your rat
Stop your screaming
I wish I was a bat

sendiri

Deranged are my thoughts
In my frantic search for the lights;
Irrational and mad
I stumble along a path oh so bright;
In this some how I find comfort
Following it without fright;
Intoxicated by my own delusions
Turning left while turning right;
Within the complexity of it all
Walking in the night;

yet not

Abandoned
Isolated
Neglected
Alone
Dust collecting on the back
Waiting for the ambush of despair

not needing sense

Flavour
Fragrance
Essence
Non-sense
Touch
Hurt
Pain
All just plain
Flowers
Butterflies
Bees
Bewildering
Always not making sense
Like a tortoise
With-out a lance

pig in the whole

These feelings
What are they
Like my shadow
Forever following me
Shrinking and growing as the sun comes and goes

These feelings
What are they
Like a ghost
Haunting me
Chasing me when I least expect it

These feelings
I need not know
I wish they understand
Like my shadow
Haunting me
Never letting go

present till christmas

Start anew
Throw it all away
Like a melted candle
No one would find out
No one would know
I would forget
The need to hide from myself
To rid myself of past sorrows
To die in happiness
The day wouldn’t come
As much as I want it to
Always illusive
A wish that never comes true

Forbidden

I wish it rain now
Why doesn’t it rain now
I need to feel the rain
The water on my face
In the wind
In my hair
May I freeze in the rain and the wind
May it be the last thing I feel
My last heaven
My last happiness
In the rain I stand
Unable to comprehand

waves

The tension
Tightening
Around my waist
Around my chest
Let me breathe
Let me breathe or crush me
Kill me
Just don’t leave me in this torment

can't reach

Looking for a shadow
For a darkness
A shade
Something that would conceal my presence
To choke my thoughts
In the murky waters I would stay
Never to re-appear
Drowning in my own thoughts

Never to return

I’m my dismay
My hapless decomposing heart
I fall prey
To the presumptions of the human race

Dark Days

It doesn’t bother me
I don’t care
I don’t mind
But what I don’t
Others might

:)

Cooking is like eating.
Except that you are still hungry.

Lost (warm hope)

Darkness surrounds me
Lightened by the flickering of distant stars
So distant
So inaccessible
Yet so warm
Their lights intersecting
Making my vision a blur

Desert Rose

The smell of incense burning reminds me of home
The smell of wood reminds me of my child hood
The smell of fresh cut grass reminds me of my passion
The smell of flowers reminds me that I’m alive
The smell of fresh air reminds me that there’s still freedom
Just a whiff of her and my heart just melts

somday

following my heart
i traveled
in total darkness
up mountains
across rivers
into caves
i cant get lost
my heart knows not how to
i'll get there one day

journey to neverland

Gnawing away in ones mind
Dreading the possibilities
The monstrosity that might turn up
How frightening are the circumstances beyond one's control
The complexity of the situation demands a gung-ho approach
Postulating and pondering would only serve to drive one over the edge
Stepping onto uncharted terrain
Intimidating
Unnerving

Tightening my shoes
Putting my best foot forward
Trudging forth
However foggy the path ahead might seem
Step after step
Not knowing where my next step would take me
Falling down a cliff?
Or Climbing my way up to the heavens?

What if…
What if…
What if…
As my mind starts to wonder
I throw it off its track
Would it be wiser to head back?
Back to where it’s safe?
I am determined
If there is a will
There is a way

What will be waiting for me at the end of the rainbow…
A pot of gold?
A tray of freshly baked cookies?
Whatever it is
I am willing to sacrifice everything I have to find out.
A pot of stew.
A blackened sky.
An angel.

As I search for a way
A way to my neverland
My journey to a happy ending

Mr. L

Black as the night
Gash to the head
Paralysed
How can I miss one so
Feel so much in such a short time
Only an hour I know
How can I get so attached
And yet leave with a total stranger

evergreen

Hopeless is my quest
In vein I search
My search for a rest
Wishing one day I shall find
To release me from this unrest
Must life be such a torment
A break away from life’s test
A compass in my hand
Walking into the sunset
Around the world I go
In search for my rest
My never ending quest

too is dreaming

She is there
Just there
Sitting
Attention focused
Eyes fixated
Creating an image in her mind
An image that might never be
She’s just there
Sitting

neverland

Her voice I hear
Her eyes I stare
Her fingers I feel
Her hair on my skin
Her lips on mine
Just her
That I’ll never have
She’ll never know

keeping it dry

Keeping myself high
I can’t stop running
Keeping the adrenalin pumping
A continuos injection of endorphins
Blocking out the pain that will succumb me
Suppressed
Dumped into a dark crevasse
There is no rest now
If I let my guard down
It will be the end of me
I can’t promise to myself
That I won’t shed a tear
When I confront my fear

he lives on

He twists
He turns
He fumbles and he tumbles
Falls over head to toes
Trips and staggers
He picks himself up
Day after day

spun

your voice soothing
your eyes divine
the barrier that is separating us apart
space
time
i would travel at the speed of light
if i could
to get to you
i would do anything
for you to catch up in time
then once again
to see if you would be mine

green

The grass gently swaying in the wind
The flowers in full bloom
The wind whispering in my ear
The suns gentle warmth on my skin
Nothing beats a day at the bowls
The butterflies fluttering in the wind
The bumblebees dancing on the flowers
The ladybirds flaunting their beauty
Nothing beats a day at the bowls
Free from thoughts
Free from the world beyond

the day

behind my eyes.
i lie in wait.
for a sign.
for the day.
the day when i look into your eyes.
you'll look back into mine.

imagine

Those Sweet words
The Soft touches
The Warm hugs
The Tender kisses
Delightful
Lovable
Kind
Loving
There i sit
Pondering
Wishing that might be
Never wanting to find out
what if…
what if…
what if…

trance

Detached from the world
Disinterested in its happenings
Unconcerned of the surrounding
Untroubled by the chaos that surrounds
Unmoved
Unruffled
In serenity
Unperturbed
pondering…

composed

Tranquil…
Unmoved…
Silence…
There I stood…
In shock…
Trampled…

disillusioned

Exquisite the flowers
Delicate the butterflies
Elegant the ladybirds
Graceful the bumblebees
Sharp are the thorns
that pierces my skin
so alluring
yet so frustrating
leaving me bleeding…

Noah

tis the world.
elation or sorrow…
win or lose…
it is or it isn’t…
dead or alive
tis the world…
black or white.
Never in between.

dead weight

a victim
a victim of modesty
of curiosity
of ignorance
shattered
squashed into oblivion
tis very disheartening
Was it worth it?
maybe…
in hindsight…
not now…
just not now…    

The Journey to a Happy Ending

Who knows where this path will lead
To my prince charming on his noble steed?
Or the Valley of Sorrows where my heart will bleed?
Either way, I'll plant the seed
And hope for a happy ending.

Rid me of this fruity smell
Past experience has been hell
So I'll sit here spinning tales to tell
That make this seem like all will be well
I'll have my happy ending.

Love can be kind, love can be cruel
Now tell me if I'd be a fool
To take up this love like a precious jewel
Hold it to my heart, calm and cool
And call it a happy ending.

- by Leticia Parish

Blockade

There is a wall
An invisible barrier
Try as I might
There is no way through

route of no return

there is no way back
the truth has been revealed
the mistake has been made
the effects cannot be reversed
to think this is all caused by a single word
a mere slip of the mind
the route of no return
there is no other way then to move forward

.~.

Dented is my heart
Never to recover
Broken is my soul
It has been burnt asunder

sorrow

i need a cure
a cure for my sorrow
i am trying to smile
a smile so hollow
nothing but a veil
to cover up the shambles
misery and suffering
desolation and despair
nothing but a mist
to cover up the darkness that is inside
that is my stricken marrow

souless

Live life like a machine
Do things without question
Just routines
Day after day
Without thought
Without complaint
Just moving
Not living
Lifeless
But worriless
Which one is worse

Guess work

There is a point in ones life where one has to pick themselves up after a tumble
When is that point going to be…
How would one know when to pick one self up…
How would one know if they tumbled…

Discover

you wont know if you don’t try
although u might fall
it beats not knowing
what if you really could fly?

lay

In the trenches I hide
Waiting for the chaos to sort it self out
In the trenches I sit
Hoping for the situation to get better
In the trenches I lie
Hiding from the truth
In the trenches I dream
dreaming about the day
the day when the storm clears

how do i wish i know what i am feeling
i do wish wish that i understood
just to understand what my head is thinking
just to understand what my heart is feeling
but its just so hard
its easier to try and understand what others are feeling
so it ends
with me trying to understand myself
as someone important might have once said or would say
'u wont grow till u understand urself'

This Is

thinking of what could have been
thinkin of what might have been
thinkin of the someone that might be
wishing that i have the courage to be
this is how i feel

life is good
life is great
something is a miss
a void that needs to be filled
a gap to be crossed
between happiness and total bliss

On the mountains of truth you can never
climb in vain: either you will reach a point
higher up today, or you will be training
your powers so that you will be able to
climb higher tomorrow
- NIETZSCHE

dark is the space all around us
bright is the sun that glows in the sky
without the sun theres only darkness
without you
theres only darkness

Plunging into a pit of eternal darkness
Falling for what seems like an eternity
I fear
Should there be no light to guide me out of this darkness
Should there be no rope dropped down to lift me out of this fall
Falling for an eternity in darkness

To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour
...........by William Blake...........

Unbowed

Deaf is the man who listens
Tainted is the man who sees
Brave is the man who fights
In today’s world
Make love than make war

as i start a chapter in my life
there is still something missing

ah yes
ice-cream

peace

come'on
lets call it a truce
why fight each other
when u can gang up on somebody else

Lost

the light is fading away slowly
as it gets darker
i begin to lose my way