Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Walk on..

















Color them red, Color me white
Color us with your morning light

Hold back them nerves, Let’s take a flight
Let’s find new horizons on a jet ski ride

Sail through the river, Rush through the sea
Then park on the beach and go for the greens

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We’ll find our souls, As long [as] its whole
Place it back in and savor it to the core

We’ll search the sight, We’ll fight the fright
Gaze its hive and sting its bite

What was filled to the brim, We’ll devour till its wiped
Then get back our shoes and take the stride


Wednesday, May 02, 2012

In the deep


Lush of fields and blue of Skies,
The flowers with their beautiful butterflies
The flowing rivers with boats and oars,
And the surf breaking on sea shores
The gush of blood, the silent thud
Beneath a repose, the rover calls.
                 
This scrambling town with its auto smokes,
As if intentionally it means to provoke,
The jabbering folks throng to burthen,
As if their sole wish is to create hurdles,
The strength of mind, the will at its might,
Want to feel this flight, but alas! I am not tied
                   
The glint of tamed and the warmth of kin,
The sheen of gold and the élan of silk,
The plush-ness of life, for the greens do hike
These hankering cries and the sleepless nights
Impressions have soured, Expressions have roared
Now the words do flow, but my ink has dried.