Life's Little Lamentation

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.

Run, I wish I had a dog named Run. That way I can make him run and run, I'd say - Run! Run run run! Fetch me that bark too big, Run. Run, would you please get me the ketchup? Run, run run run! Don't you dare stop! I made you mine and you shall run Fetch me the towel too wet, Run. Run, now I wish I have ten of you. I need one to run there and the other too I'd say - Runs, Run run run! Run for your master race he cannot run.

Kill a shadow rip him from legs to limbs and tear my flesh from his I long to crawl out of his skin. Kill a shadow exorcise his bones with fire and capsize his soul with vomit I long to feast on his demise. Kill a shadow turn him on his sides and stab his youthful body I long to draw endless blood. Kill a shadow pull on his stale hair and yank a chunk of hair, brain I long to drink mind's juice Kill a shadow trip over his body and pierce only myself I long to kill that cannot live.

He is not what he was and he laments he thinks he conforms yet he dies He is rigid and lifeless and he laments he thinks he knows yet he denies He is not what he was and he laments he is shackled and bound yet he abides He is not what he was and he laments his inability to sing and his relentless demise. He is not;- now he attempts to be what he was but I can tell you and he will lament the truth.

The water clears my blood with murky diseases into which my mind swims and confiscates my lethargy What is with my world of knowledge? Is it bound by injustice? Could I survive by hoping or by external pleading? There is somewhere I know a place we all call home that is a place where murky waters are for pigs I dream suffocating dreams the rough call of silence greet my wake up to a nightmare another escapes to a brand new day What is more important than life? the bravery of revelation, now cries freedom, shackled by one country's religion

i am insecure as mistakable as grey colored stones i stand alone now on a lonesome peak i have conquered half the world and isolation have me thrilled i am insecure and i shall remain so for i dissect the truth and lies are all i am left.

I was once long to see a fair maiden in she my heart abides every single minutes are a precious to check of her constrains She will sing her lovely duet songs alone, in her lovely house every time I glances at her my heart does a goldfish leap! I was once long to be with she when she cries, it is my crisis near the time when she throw up yesterday's salad and steak I was once long seen a fair maiden in my heart her features impress she folds my heart into a heart It looks better that way, she says.

Has she a summer sun long shield thee? suns doth concern a higher helm of healing heed not the silver sparkling half-true accessories nor the bright burning seas of golden blight neccessary and forlorn fields of fine false feathers mourn the cold chilling death of one true whither a forgotten a nether world knows no greed for suns doth concern a host of greater needs not the unwavering union of undulating usurpations nor the shrill shimmering cry of man-folk's delegations enlightening eden's best kept beasts and foolish deeds empowering her wish with enterprising self belief p/s - i want to do something like the chun sonnet style, but anything beyond the basic is apparently too much for me to handle. Can't seem to make the last two lines tab out.

the hour stood but few moving molecules the feeble footsteps pattering incessantly the songs whined the notes of ridicules the machine chattered profusedly the hour crawled and stood alternately the feeble footsteps had since left the heart floundered restlessly the songs toiled on with lyrics theft-ed the hour no longer stood but crawled the lights never flickered as wished the drones were out and birds chirped the curling lips' muscles mostly twitched the hour was about to reach an effing end the singing stopped before that serene end the mutterings were long since un-uttered the hour It stood and died;- It chimed

The more I give it a thought sometimes, the more I hesitate. the more it becomes naturally dispensable and I are forced to dispose of it. sometimes it is just better to sit back, and hope everything in life works the same way as how things work in arcades - where a punch of a button "up there" means A, and a punch elsewhere means B. There is nothing better and more enjoyable sometimes to feel the exhilarating feeling of rushing random posts, when the boss is firing away at my back, my colleagues typing away, and my mug is never filled. And long pauses in between where I need to make a supersonic tab-out when she comes around to check and tab-in again Only the thoughts of the person I love accompany me, hold me through all the nonsense, and when I finally make it to the end of the day, I thank God that tomorrow holds the exact same thing for me. How lovely is life indeed. I am not even allowed a moment's thought in typing this for even if it's just once, they think you...

Tears fall down without meaning but each of them is deafening to my own ears reminds me of our years It means nothing to say  anything we had not said but to actually regret them sometimes your heart does wrench Tears fall down without meaning and each one of them carries  to each dear memory which endears her to me It means a lot to move on anytime we say we would but to actually break the fall sometimes we need to conquer the wall

Each time you carve a line across the throbbing tenderness it seems to mark a cross signifying something lost. And when you hear them scream thousands of them all at once it seems you just wake from a dream when by the redness the tips gleam. Each time you try to carve or dig deep into your hide it seems you try hard to starve those whom you faithfully abide. And when you hear the loudness and measure the goodness of their voices you think no more but of rejoices;- then Each time you shall peel away your sadness by the layers and replace them with misery when you wrestle with humanity.

Kevin is back online.

Kevin is dead, so this blog is dead until he is ressurrected.

Move my hands, please toil across the table and reach for that damned pen should the hill of books finally enable. Write my pen, the damned pen's jammed and reach for another damned pen across the table my hands travel. Grab that pen, move my hands, the cylindrical comedian laughs and how my mood instantly cuffed. Throw the pen, a new one he lends, and suffer I not the discriminal procedure of infernal codes hell-sent. Please my hands, not that damned pen, and suffer my heart the squalor of but the hundred thousand lifetime's rants.

The fine morning sun! Tempts sleepless grass around my legs to cling onto my skin and adorn which with pearls of dawn's dew All around me the world sleeps as I try to find peace in a peaceful world and laugh at those who try too hard in a lesser one The fine morning sun! Climbs up the bright blue sky Glares at my warming hair; they stand a conclave pride to be counted I wrap my hands around you tips of my fingers caressing every crevice and smell I do of your kept and unchecked fragrance The fine morning sun! It is a little too fine but for the wind he a cheeky fellow and he my only need satisfied As I continue to keep you company you pour your heart out to me and I hear every word you speak urges me to stop and think Alas, the fine morning sun no more! the wind stops satisfying dews denied existence till tomorrow but still I find you in my hands lying I rejoice at the time so still and yet that moment she approaches envious of our loving embrace she seeks to destroy The nature...