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alack i had forgot
Tuesday, September 15, 2009

what its like to be happy

do u know what its like to have had something happen that long ago,
and for so much to have happened since then that...
it almost feels like it never happened
or...
that it was something conjured up by my mind
cos nothing that good is ever supposed to happen
not to me anyway

its under the carpet
under the wooden boards
deep underground
underneath them stones
buried in the sand
lest u dig that far

some treasures are never meant to be dug up again
and some...
are nothing but dust
nike
Monday, September 14, 2009

i think too much
most often, about other people

for once
im not gona think
but if i do
it shall be of myself

cos if i don't
who will?
crossroads
Sunday, September 13, 2009

iv reached that point, where everythings changing, or if not yet... will soon
perhaps its the age, or perhaps its just our lives synching

some days i wake up knowing exactly what i want
and others
i know nothing

"i could count myself a king of infinite space, if it not for the fact that i have bad dreams" - hamlet

what is right, and what is wrong nowadays anyways?

bg, im listening to u . n no, i'll never leave u
pits
Thursday, September 3, 2009

its in the pits of ur tummy
that feeling of truth
that same feeling some of us wish we never felt
the same one we calmly ignore
yet ironically, the only one that deserves a listen


the mind is cloudy
the heart lost in haze
hope brings the only light
but when hope is no more
then the matter is nothing


where is my hope?
she's hiding
kids
Wednesday, September 2, 2009

i want some ..
someday

and so must u..
like kids i mean
whoever u may be

my cat twitches in her sleep
as she lay in my lap
i wonder what shes dreaming of
i wonder what il dream of


light
Tuesday, September 1, 2009


an angel in red boxers held out her hand.

i grabbed it.


she is my light.


i have faith. far-fetched it may now seem.

but if they can do it.. why can't we?


im in
slip

im slipping. again.
its out of grasp.
im outa grasp.
dont make it worse. i beg of you.

im hanging by a finger. don't tread on it.
i might let go.

belayer there is none.

just leave me be.
i will be. as i will be.
who

do i think i'm kidding, really?

and to answer a question i got asked earlier this evening

no thank you. i don't think i'd quite like some

iv got more than enough and yet... not quite enough

all at once.
o treble woe

fall ten times treble on that cursed head
which is mine own

the day has been epicly long .
and even when day turn to night.
as the sun went down and the moon doth rise.
o lady fortune, for the strumpet that she truly is,
did not show.

that both the worlds i give to negligence
let come what comes.
only i'll be ... alone
if but withal my sole mate in arms
thy lady that rhymes with me