Round Round Round
Vast Vast Vast
It doesn't get easier,
It doesn't seem lively again

Surrounded by emotional outburst
Yet,Want to Write?
Tell it to me,
When will the emotions not outburst you?

We never get to live a life full of fun
And even if we get to just for half of the day
For that period
Our memories are tied down to our own self
Our own way of living...Our loneliness!

APRIL (DREAM LOVER)

O my unrivaled lover,
You refuse to accept the tender love I give.
But deep in Cassiopeia’s dream lies my hope
A hope filled with desolation and thorns

A faintly hope Tex-ares had for Cassiopeia
Come to me now we are young
Show me the care of your love,
That cupid may smile on us.

The eons fleet's and flies
And we are getting no younger
Lost moments can never be regained
And we can never get younger than we are.

Oh wonders of Novembers view
Trees stripped bare I thought of you
As forked trees caught my eyes
A bare bum reflected should I pry

Its trunk seemed to be a figure true
Two branches reaching for the blue
I had to smile here’s the reason why
An artist his skill had to apply.

Someone in their brightest hour
Painted a pair of knickers there
Now I cannot look at a tree
Bared in its winter coat for me

I can write you in the dream ministry
And the yellow ledger it has on
these porch skeletons and the diamonds
that hatch on your deserted moon villa
On the song you whisper in a siren’s tune
The kindle of an Indian fire and the phantasy light
sleeping on the church lawns
I will shine your face with a genie lamp
awaiting the hours you attend
When night turns spooky
You are half a chill
a perfumed blade near blue musk
This haunting with a kiss
In the museum’s scandal
in the madness, a thousand drowning

Can you understand?
The power of a thought,
That violates and burns,
A hole till it's rot.
An enemy, a slave,
A captive, a coward,
That turns on you- betrays,
And eats away your power.
Can you understand?
The racing of a heart,
That beats and beats,
To tear you apart.
The air that you breathe,
Searching for relief,
With each breath deepening,
Your sanity weakening,
Until that breathing- stops.
Stops to relieve,
The temporary prison,
That is your own mind.

On the same corner every day
stands one as slender as can be.
Once in a while her form might sway
almost with sexuality.

Too many folks have passed her by
hardly giving her a glance.
Perhaps they can not even see
that she just needs a chance.

Until at last in desperation
as coolness tints the autumn air
she changes her coat's coloration
in hope that folks will see her there.

I was born
Under the stars
That's what
My mother told me.
She said she is in pain
Now that the lords have commanded,
To take me away.
Saying I was,
destined to work.
I shouldn't study,
I shouldn't play.
Because I'm meant for work,
And that's why I had to stay.
But when I grew up,
I wished to run away.
Go to my mother,
And ask why she left.
She'll have tears in her eyes,
And would say it was all a theft.
Would it be the fear in her mind,

Why do you choose to take that form?
Oh you this beautiful thing!
What you seed, are beautiful and attractive.

But we humans are disrespectful.
Only if you could cover them!
But you choose to uncover them

You not greedy like the humans
What a unique being you are!
Why that form, I ask again?
Or maybe you choose to disguise like that
You really don’t look NAKED to me.

To be loved by all
But wanted by none
This is the curse of the sign.

Patiently waiting its turn at affection
But shutdown every turn it gets.

The perspiration of desperation dripping down it's sullied face
Drip Drop, Drip Drop
And still it cries out in anguish, in pain
But nobody gives a damn, watching it drown in its tears
This is the curse of the sign

Hoping, praying for something, anything to show it some care.
But there it remains for neglect
To dwell in squalor and pain
Drip Drop Drip Drop