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he can't build you the world
                       no purpose
                                    or magic mirror
                    show me the truth
                                       !
                              a feeling
                           a bigger boat?
                                go ahead
here's looking at you
                    and me
                          together
Not my own original work, but it was on MY refrigerator.
The gray pathways
Cobbled with stone
Time has entrenched
Melancholy in every piece
It leads to desolation
Yet he walks the beaten path
Bleeding his exposed feet
Blindfolded by pain
Numbness has set in
Every day as he walks past
Shoveling him away
Like a pile of dirt
Trashed away from life
Only to heap more misery
On the trampled heart
Its feeble cry unheeded
By the city, that walks past
Avoiding the dark alley










© Amitav (Radiance)
the sweet sent of honeysuckle lingers down
the back ally
baking in the summer sun
kids giggle on bikes
with training wheels
and sparkly pink tassels
taste the big pale moon
taste the stars
under a milky twilight
under the sleepy willow tree
this is where he stole
my heart
Paint the walls black
The start of a joyous poem
She left me, oh and I cried
Waiting for her guilt trip to arrive
It never did.
So I started screaming in vain
She belonged to me so I thought
As if she was a piece of baggage
Her place in my heart
A territory that has vanished
Her place in a brothel
Better of than with me
I still can't believe that ***** left me.
Your amber eyes sweep the room to meet mine
and I see only
foolish adoration and love personified
Why are we here? I'm scared
that you're not scared.

My love,
intruiged by the Unknown ; for you know not fear
but the Unknown is infectious
this existing darkness is contagious
Hold my hand but
not too tight

My love,
forever faithful is my promise
but forgot I to mention
I am married to madness,
Why are we here?
Some need many.
I just one.
Some loves plenty.
I just one.

All my effort of love will pour into one soul.
With one goal to make happy.
And to keep happy and totally satisfied.

Some need to remember what they crave.
And the odds of finding it simply around the corner.

Some need many.
But I need just one.
To love and cherish forever more.
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