It's funny how I always think of you,
as my sanctuary, someone I can run back to,
and tell that "I love you,"

But all there is a wonderful raconteur
that filled you with alluring words and beauty
All you are is a piece of art;
an illustration of imagination

I am head over heels for you
despite knowing how troublesome;
it is to me

In the end, all I can say--is that;
"She is my Wonderwall,"

I recall those days
I ran after the walking moon
Dreamt to be carried on the wings of a fairy
Gazing at every little thing with amazement
Admiring the wind's beautiful melody
Filled with curiosity and expectations
Fearlessly danced through the rain
With just one thought in mind
Being happy was my only goal
But as time goes by
The ageing crystal rain melts away
alongside my cherished childhood

Time runs like the sand through hands
This frail creature's fate is nearing it's end
I'm selfish to be the first to go
But happy to be sent off by a lifelong friend

I might never see you again
But your love was precious like wind
So wild yet calming
Not worthy of a mere symbol like ring

Take this hand and never forget me
Cry as much as you can
Then finally release it from your heart
And build a monument in your mind

My last breath will be spent on your name
And this is a promise that I'm not afraid to say

ALL I EVER WANTED

Whenever I
looked into
her eyes I
see
everythang I
ever desire.

In her words
I find hope,
word so
sedate
could Softly
make lions
eat grasses.
I sought
wife and I
have finally
find
myself life.

Her love is
my whole
life.
I can't deny
what she
make me
feeling.
It's true love
I'm seeing.

Her pretty
gentle
smiles gives
me courage
and her
laughter
brighten up
my faith.

When she
sighs
miracle tend
to happen.

She's so
charming alluring
brown
skinned  her
magical
presence could
make one
spend a
lifetime with
her without
remembering
home neither
Telephone.

She's
extraordinary
super
endowed.

Her
natural
endowment
her figure
eight,
curvy hips
that makes
me always
desired her.

She's truly
a pride
to the
womanhood.
She's my
woman of
life my
wife.

#c9_fm

The controller in my hand.
The power of life and death
In my fingers.
An imaginary world:
Somehow more brutal than this;
Somehow more entrancing than this.
Somehow, somehow.
A minute gone,
An hour,
A day.
A lifetime
Wasted.
Or enjoyed?

Virtual friends
Living virtual lives.
Scared to open the shutters,
Scared of the sunlight.
Smoke hangs in the air;
A nourishing vapour.
Until,
(Despite best efforts)
Reality becomes a backseat driver
Lurking in the background
Impossible to ignore.