
night time comes…
i take my glass, break it and sweep up the shards. only to go through pains of doing it again tomorrow night…


night time comes…
i take my glass, break it and sweep up the shards. only to go through pains of doing it again tomorrow night…

last night. lying on the bed we went our separate paths. you slept your way to a myriad of dreams, while i kept rollin’ to restless oblivion…

your lips brushing mine,
hands gliding on nervous skin,
pendulums swinging to a full halt,
the world seems to pause everytime,
like a stopped clock…

a thousand times did i try to write,
about our bodies in sensual unison,
your weight over mine sensory pleasure,
how the sweet musky scent of you makes me cry,
yet everytime i try, seems words run out of me senseless,
so i’d just let my sighs carry out the words i dared but failed
to say or write…

the way one goes nowhere important,
from nowhere but the sky you see daily,
the beginnings come circling like birds…

let me sleep thru the crawling days, spare me from the growing pangs of restlessness and inquietude; wake me up with your silken touch, let me know that heart and soul you’re here with me…

you fly me to places i never could go
you send me kisses made of shivery gold
i’ll place a crown upon your precious curls
all hail! you’re the king of my wanton world…

she, like a sharp-tongued angel
breathes out torching, ravenous fire
like piercing shards of frozen ice
striking those who cross her path…

somewhere between the planes of permanence and obscurity,
i desperately swim for my buoy of sanity,
fighting the strong currents of absurdity,
searching for the shores of lucidity with naked hands…

i have a heart seared by numbing pain; soul mangled by haunting sorrows…
dark spectres hanging behind my shadows, clinging to my every move…
phantoms of a dark past yonder, unceasing just waiting to unravel…
my one sole medication, to ease away these hurtful woes…
a most potent addictive opium of YOU…
Sleepers talk...