a liar in love
a crow in the cold
beginnings ascend
from the carcass of folly
what remains is the will
what survives is what
was there all along
courage is knowing

The long and cold
winter that has suppressed us
into dark thoughts and beings
is about to be lifted.
I can feel it in the sun,
the warmth of it
against my pale cheeks,
whispering to me that
spring is almost here.


With spring we can begin again,
we see new beginnings and fresh starts
every where we look,
in the grass that slowly turns green,
and the tulips that kiss the air as the open.

So begin again,
start from scratch,
take a look at what today
has in store for you.
Let the warmth of the sun
take you, guide you
to where you dream to go.
Winter has said its goodbye,
you are free now.

Facebook is a social network,
Where you find people with no work.
Knowledge and education only by hard work,
Thus will own you a company at Turk.

Facebook wastes your precious time,
Which you would taste in your future as lime.
You never open your English, Maths and Science book,
But you frequently access facebook.

You always say;
That you write the essay,
As a team work,
At the social network.

There’s no one to take any measure,
So you log on to facebook at your leisure,
And find some pleasure,
But not a treasure.

It’s bitter;
To write a letter;
Asking for shelter
So find your own track to glitter.

You aren’t a creature,
You need a bright future.
Listen to lecture,
And make up your own architecture.

Which is better?
You being the black hatter,
By going around the world which would never matter;
Or make the world come to your setter!!!

It’s up to you to select the correct surge,
That would emerge.
It is your future;
So get into the right juncture.

Is it really me that's gone insane?
Or, brother, is it you?
I think a gear has popped astray.
It's you, oh yes, it's true.
You say I must be crazy.
To think that you're insane.
You think it's in my head.
I think it's in your brain.
You're smarter than a bowl of soup,
But dumber than a brick.
To say that I'm the one that's crazy
Really makes me sick.
I'm smarter than the average man.
I'm good at thinking quick.
But you think I'm the ****** one,
With the nervous tick.
Don't even look at me no more.
Stop sending words my way.
I'm the only voice in this head of mine that deserves the light of day.

Hope is the color blue,
clear blue.
     Not ocean blue,
     nor sky blue.
     A special blue,
     your own blue.

     A color I want in my world.

Dreary days begin dreadful nights,
Of racing thoughts and shadowed lights,
And in the dark I yearn to find,
The culprit of my sleepless mind.

Days of waste through empty glasses,
Clogs my thoughts like thick molasses,
Digging deep in desperation,
Hoping to find sweet elation.

Her eyes, sublime, appear to me,
Glaring topaz, of tropic sea,
Wanton vulnerability,
Gives way to insecurity.

Eyes lock in harmonious gaze,
My will is strong, I do not phase,
Reposing calm comes over me,
Wishing for all eternity.

Her smile warms a cold, broken soul,
I’ve walked the path, I’ve paid the toll,
Shown the truth, however painful,
For this, I am ever grateful.

A sleeping mind consumed with love,
Sings the song of the mourning dove.
A rising sun rips through gray skies,
From my bed I shall soon arise.