Saturday, April 4, 2009

Love Theme

Have you ever wonder about our existence? You know I was thinking, I never made the choice to exist here. But I dont wish to be brooding about it, and maybe I should read some religious text, I have always been inclined towards Astrophysics and Religion, I don't know to me there's some connections.

I am so tired, I am not well and alot of things starts and my past starts to play in my head, its like I am my own ghost in the Christmas Carole !

I wish I was in love, I wish My love for that girl some years was...hmmm I think she stole my heart completely, yes I am listening to Love Theme, David Foster you're the man!

All she did was taking a bite at Mcdonald and my whole world went crumbling, she is tall, slim and no breast an airport runway ( they -Men made fun of her ) I dont care, I love her! The only thing that would make me think twice if she has a dick in between her, or maybe not

Love, I wish I can feel it again even without having that someone physically.

Why am I thinking about all these?

Saturday, March 28, 2009

You dont remember I dont forget ©


I was alone , lonely and depressed. I took a pen and a small envelope and wrote this

You dont remember I dont forget ©



Floating into space
And out of this world
I'm finding my way
To wipe all these tears

Travel Pass the Sun
I'm on the edge
I stood by time
Absence of night and day

Blistering thru my feet
The heat of the sand
No sign of Oasis
Just ghostly cry of the sand

Solemnly I gaze
Across the horizon
The Sun arrayed like death
Looking for a bride

Its a long long road all to the top
I can't find myself , disfigured by love

Its a deep deep down right to the bottom
Lights univited, I tremble in the dark

So reason rans to me and cried by the river
My sould stood there silence
Alone in the wild

There she beckons me exit this world
There she beckons me exits this world

I'll break these chains on my feet and walk by the bend
You dont remember , I dont forget


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Till next time when I can slowly walk to the internet cafe.