Time is the enemy of man, the
universe is ticking away its
existence, we are but a micro
second in its bigger plan.

We take it for granted, not
realizing the moments are
gone they never come back,
we  have only moments to
cherish to live and to love to
try and leave are mark before
we are dust.

The solar system like a clock
counting down, for every
rotation is time running out.

The time we have is something
we think will last, but we are
but micro moments in times
big master plan.

You ask me to give you my heart,
to only find a space empty no
beating from my chest, I tell you
it was given to others but it was
bruised and torn.

So I did what I must, I hide it from
others so not to feel pain that others
give when they depart. I can tell you
I love you, I say it in words and letters
but never will I again say it from the
heart.

For now it is hidden from everyone
to view, tucked way from those that
would do it harm even you. I can say
I love you, but it will never come from the heart.

I am a
blank page,
draw my life in words...

I have them in my mind, a place for me to use and abuse,
when alone and where no one can see.
I visualise what I need, those lovely ladies recorded
in thoughts used by me.

My neighbour she's as hot as could be,
but after to many usesshe has become a bore.
What once went hard with a thought,
now my cheese stick slumps not content,
new **** bank material is needed so on goes the TV

O ye this is good, weather girls low cut tops
in the bank they go for use later for me.
But I need that girl to light the meat, to get me well hard,
so I see one woman in the bank ready for me.

I test drive her not as good as could be,
so I swap parts saved in the file, now perfect for lonely fun.
The thought of her **** and me.

All men and woman are nearly the same,
they have a **** bank for those times when lonely.
Be it butts,legs, ******* or meat hanging or the
slit between the legs.
We all have that special some one that is with
us when are fingers and palms get happy...

Under over round and round,
I look above and below, to what
I have found.

Inside outside side to side, its
how you look at it that decides
what view we see all around,
for every view will be different
perspective you see.

For perspective is what each does
see, each view will never be the
same, as the view from before
will have already changed.

We all see the world from different
places, different views , we all are
looking. But with each moment
passing its a different view.

The sighs are the silent laments of the heart
As the heart is being crushed in a clenched fist
Slowly squeezing out all the love it can hold
Constricting the flow of life through the veins
Slowly, the mind goes into a partial coma
As the numbness spreads all over the body
Bereft of all the reflexes, to react and fight back
In a vegetative state, the slacking body lies there
With only outside support to keep you alive
But you are controlled by the sinister supports
Barely surviving, and on the brink of death
Slowly the laments of the heart die, with a sigh*





© Amitav (Radiance)

They say we should be prepared in life
for those difficulties thrown our way
It's important to be ready for them
'change' is the only thing that stays the same

So what are the rules and guidelines?
This I really need to learn
There should be a detailed manual
to guide us through twists and turns

How do we really prepare?
Can't we just follow certain steps?
We do it all the time
but I haven't seen the manual yet!

I know this may sound so strange
but I like to get things right
I want to always be prepared
for those things, not yet in sight

So if anyone has a written plan
or steps numbered 'one' 'two' and 'three'
I'd really appreciate a copy
I'd be sure to carry it around with me

Art is in the
eye of the
beholder, but
some times it
is what it looks
like, crap.

They run all about
Like rats in a cage

Every day different
Though they all seem the same

Everyone struggling
They strive for the top

Believe me when I tell you
I for one am not

I know secrets
Few are privvy too

These secrets may help you
They may also **** you too

When you understand the reasons
People do what they do

You may start to wonder
What things make you you

Once you have your answers
You may not wish to know

You had yourself at a ten
Your actually a zero