Life's Little Lamentation

Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life without your touch Only my footsteps in an empty house I fear limits overstep without my spouse Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life there's no joy as such Only my heartbeat on an empty bed I'd rather be browbeat than living dead Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life I long for your touch.

If I could find a reason for being, I see only temptations, At first glance, and two minutes later, My eyes sent dilemmas For my reflection clings to that old crest even if I hear your dreams and speak to your mirror. No cities far enough for me to hide, But, at least my thoughts sleep as my body endures loneliness of Pride, I notice not with my eyes, But yours I remember as it was The beauty that is not yours Given only a name that may not be read. Then, I realise there were truth in being and if questions were unanswered, so long as I seek your face in darkness We may yet encounter your faith to again erase the blank pages and fill them with days.

To live and die at the same time, means much to the soul and the mind as the overbearing myth of ascension takes over from within, you'll see for yourself the wisdom that stifles the truth. To live and die at the same time, means much to the deaf and the blind crescendoing collapse of the sex of insanity wild straws and bamboo shoots, you'll see for yourself the folly that ignites the passion. It is not (though easy it may yet seem) to live and die at the same time, but if I could search forever for a moment or fill a million jars with memorie it would be to live and die with you ( purgatorial? ) and finally proclaim, eius est usque ad coelum et ad inferos

Angel of Serenity, Long have you been gone, teach me that which have been lost to me. I can no longer feel your presence. Angel of Serenity, Try - grant me solace with your wings, even when you'd flown you'd always and given that which cannot be had. So tell me, Why is it hard to forget that angelic smile, through tears I fought away silhouettes and yet, nothing could cheer my weary soul. Angel of Serenity, with whom I dare not hope, now you've taken even the memories and if I were to move from here teach me how.

How many times do you write of disappointments? How oft'n that would be, that you'd be stung by careless words uttered carefully, but without care How many times do you write of them? How oft'n that would be, that you'd find your shoelaces untied laced with annoyance, but without malice How many times do you write of someone? How oft'n that would be, that you'd think only of her very vividly, but without requite How many times do you write of disappointments? How oft'n that would be, that you'd sing of her in silence sometimes loudly, but without sound.

Who rival the eye of a star in a whirlpool of madness? when in emptiness i turn to thee Who tug at the heart-stone of infinity? and count the threads of my broken heart Mend it;- and now it seems like new but, Who decides if Every Moment I Love You? and yet i still craze the un-forgiven past and find my self lost again.

a dandelion dances alone, a lone dandelion's dance, a dainty search, a lion's heart melts

There are no words to atone for the sin of grieving, as far as grief is concerned, it is timed, like a well-oiled but unused clock chiming helplessly, frozen in a perpetual state. What are words now but a muted son's words, as far as she is concerned, it is timed, like a feline licking its wounds moaning hopefully, dreading death's cold door. There are no words to atone for the sin of grieving, as far as grief is concerned, it is passed, like a missed train at a wrong station tooting haplessly, honing human's humour.

This blog had been left untouched for a very long time. Not because I did not have the time for it, but because I was too preoccupied with other less important things. Much similarities to certain aspects of my life right now. People say that there is no cure for stupidity, I would say, give them time, for they know not what they have done. That's pretty much the gist of it; sometimes though, you knew, yet you still did. I wish I had maintained it consistently, much like this blog. However unvisited, or unpopular, much like the rubbles at the corner of a desolated street, there will be the occasional traveler daring enough (or silly or bored) to find his way there. It is the anticipation of that moment that may well justify and warrant the work put into maintaining something. Sometimes you find yourself digging the same hole again and again, and keep falling in it. No matter how many times you picked yourself up in the past, you feel a need to keep doing it. I know there is no excu...

The sun shines an eternity of flame but that masks its true hunger for freedom. Sometimes life makes me feel just like that when I am burnt out (no pun intended), living at the expense of death, cheering on the many crumbs that could afford the truth. Yet no less than half of as much lies would cheer a falling apple. And not a single one of those truths/lies could afford longevity. That is what I crave, but there is only so much of truths which sustain, and fragility of the moment's solitude never seem enough to justify the failure to justify. An act of defiance with a little bit of courage will seek out the valor, but the timid me refused to move. Then I feel as though the sun has just expended itself, and died, and withered away. Masquerading fears seems to extol the life in me, and them spending all my energy worrying on something that does not exist, made them proud. Only the persistent immaculate being would persist, and wrongly persuade me of an otherwise uneventful setting. ...

Distance needs tooooooooo long an explanation for me to describe how it changed us.

Before truth there were first lies and from lies came more lies and then truth was no more and darkness seeped into my heart. Before words there were first gestures and from them came hints and then words were no more and sadness seeped into my heart. Before love there were first lies and words and from them came love and then love embraced them and happiness became us.

I wonder if there is only one word I could utter before I could die What would it be for me? What would it be for you for me? I wonder if I wonder too much I know I would have not if I would not What would I not speak, of you? What would I know? Yet, I would not know if I would have known less I know a little too much What would I gain for knowing? What would I lose if not? I could only wonder if I would only utter what you want me to, or what I would want myself do.

Sang a lonely, lonesome, loathsome fool I had the luck to chance upon He stuck it in my head I had to sing. Sang a lonely, lonesome, loathsome fool I had to sing... He would not stop I had to sing...

Secrets make my life fuller because they lie to me because they make me love myself because they make me hope. Secrets make my day brighter because they hide the sun because they make her go away because they make me leave. Secrets make my secrets because they love to because they want to because they have to.

Time personifies my life even when she has no form, and with no reason she takes form and strikes when you least expect. Beware, of Time she who has no soul, and with no reason she takes flight and rewards the brave, with malice

May this small little post brings about an understanding of my small little self, and that you will know I love every inch of you, and your small little thoughts.

There were once when I thought the sun rises only when you rise, your spellbinding beaute, serve my sight with unimaginative awe, and by that treat I would soon find truth. No more would another glance be free beyond the seas I make real, my enemi abundans, for they too were mesmerised, and by that same charm my flaws are amplified. We found time and time willed the sun sets before you could rise, your likeness fading, and the memories you have bequeathed intwine with the ones you have stole. For it has come to this that the sun rises when you should rise, but if I may I may, care less of that than to see exactly how many sunsets away I am.

The fleeting images passed me by along that corridor where the lights dimmed the footsteps were silent as they neared and the bells peeled faintly as you murmured. Strange words apprehended the arrival the urge to feed almost tore me apart the beast within was forced to awake as the intoxicating you was perfumed fast. The thrill of a homecoming feast welcomed at the bosom of my nemesis I gained strength and courage to fight off the pretenders utopia is within my reach and be mine tonight. For a share of this triumphant victory a chance was placed by their wings to meet the maker's pact with death's own perversion the obstacles made clear the fear that had killed. The fleeting images became translucent the lights were darkness as I awoke to find the footsteps halted in treachery my el dorado had revealed a cunning plot! Fleeting images could not salvage the savage beast the maker's rash abandonment had me lured that it sneered and snapped at my knees and my body broke witho...

there's only so many places he could traverse along that road much trodden that he may miss no treasures - he shall find comfort in her whispers; she claimed her false pretense true, and if so, I should yet have caught on! much may my words be futile, misread as want for a smile, words of which she showed contempt alas a thousand songs could be sung and much of his endearment shall be ruffled off his mark and manner, yet his is an over-being watching o'er her his living a silent bearer much be missed and so passed he, son of she in the late hour of late be peace (that has held him thus far) unto him, and hers a solemn pride sung as hymn.