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Donnie Ray Jun 18
Oh...  Here you are, alas.
I was in this misinterpretation,
that somewhat your arrival at this house of past, might haunt you.
And so your arrival was nothing more than a myth to me.
But no, you have proved me wrong like you always did.
Did you notice the wall, I knew you had a fascination for the limbo, draped with the designs of floral, more of pink and less of blue I guess??
See, I told ya, I knew ya,
But you never removed the blindfold of cheat, and lached onto his charms.
He, surely was the backpiper of your heart.
Speaking of the backpiper how is he??
Your love....
Is he still having his floral print shirt and blue coat on, the day you left with him.
He is way more good looking than me
Tall as his righteousness, tanned as the the king, moustache rounded up to the nexus,  aryan featurette to the peak and money spoke more than he himself.
God,  I kew your love... the song your heart played.
My heart did play some music but mostly it was the song of rememberance.
Was I even the half if what he is??
I don't know...  But I did lose the only woman that I thought I had gripped.
And yes you have proved me wrong like you have always did.
I was a hardly a man like him, and I knew for myself that I would hardly keep you the way, he might.
But that said my love for you, my dearest ex wife, would not die.
Even though, while you read this, and I might be sleeping in my tomb,
You will hear the presence of my voice in this room.
Yes the room,  where you and I were about to share a bed.
That might not change,  I told the painter to keep as it is,  
Sometimes fondling with your scar might set you feel right.
Oh by the way,  you told me to frame the windowpane wood,  and so I did.
It was hard to tell my neice that you left....
He really loved you and felt it when he called you chotoma..
I feel bad for him.
I know that ma is no more on a talking terms with you....  She will be fine as the day passes by....  You know she lost a son and my brother is all she has now...
Just give her some time.
My letter is at its finest,  it's just the one thing I had to say..  If any day you think of coming to my tomb,  please bring a hibiscus in my name.
Donnie Ray Jun 16
Here is the man,
Who saw the world.
Felt it change,
From this to that.
Saw a man,
Change his hat.
Seen his life,
On a tight rope dance.
Seen people,
change their color.
Have seen flowers,
Blossom in December.
Seen the world,
Met some people,
Heard the story,
And aged like mapple.
He knows it all,
And he is glad,
He is seen the journey,
From being a son to dad.
Love you dad
Donnie Ray May 6
I long for the long road
The road that leads home,
The roads that leads to my lane,
The lane where I played cricket with my friend,
The lane that has history I kept,
The lane that holds memories for stories to tell,

I long for the long road,
The long road that leads to you,
The you I missed,
The you whom I shared my kiss,
The you who would go beyond bliss,
For I know the long road, my friend,
I craved for this.
Donnie Ray Apr 30
I tried to play my guitar,
literally having *** with it.
My baby who moaned as her strings,
are the hairs I brush it with my fingers.
She moaned the tunes of death,
gently I heard her whispers in my ears.
I kissed it with my low voice,
to match my thoughts with my fears.
I tried to play my guitar,
Her lust is an awe.
She lets me forget the springs in summers,
She lets me forget the dawn.
My soul is her moaning,
that I don't want to get it lost.
That's why I tried to ****** my guitar,
AS I WOULD DO IT TO A BLONDE.
Donnie Ray Apr 20
Love changed overnight
And he does'nt feel it now.
The boy who onced dreamed
Of ushering a kiss to
A girl with creamed lips,
Who danced in the rain
Reading lines that intertwines
With love is now smoking cigarettes
With his damped distilled lips.
As if love was what he never wanted
but trust me, this man who was once mad in love is now on the other end of the **** waiting to ******* the pain to a ******* he hired for the night to make it more likely a insomaniac one.
He who wanted his soul to be fixed,  
By the woman with whom he made tryst with, which is worthless to one tiring soul, who has given more than a heart to be torn like the wet paper boat, desolate in raindrops of tears,
Is now the guy who working for his rehabilitation.
He who forget that there is more than his heart which he never felt,
That there is a mother who is madly in love with a boy who she fed her breast to,
That there is a man who has done everything with empty torn pockets and half eaten bread for him to be a man who he wish to,
That there is a girl and a boy who he promised to protect for the etenity of time he had in this planet when he was a mere toddler.
For there is a friend who made it through with the times which were agonizingly painful to bear it with his cold heart.
And yet he forget that love that he seizes to blind is there to be seen if his eyes were never shut for eternity at all.
Donnie Ray Oct 2018
So subtle was the messenger's words,
I am no prophecy,
But an enclosed letter with words of ardent sadness.
I am no Human either,
I meant to say you the perspective.
I am no bird no animal,
not even the oxygen you breathe,
I am no woman you lust for,
in your lucid ******* dream.
I am just the truth that time has sent me to creed.
for you pray your god for your good ,
blame him for your curse.
The lies you see through,
the rumors like cheese lands that you spread.
I am no mesiah sent by your god.
I am the words that time has entitled me to breach
prophets wars and gods
Donnie Ray Sep 2018
"The cacophony you've been making is no worth to mine"
  I know I am your stealing your time,
"No you are stealing my life".
  Yes, and it is true,
As if the choice that I made with ******* and ****,
  Is what I have done and what I take,
with pleasure and pace.
"you have never said you have been ***** before,
  No of course not,
"Cause you won't believe that either "
With all that said coming from a liar,
And all I been subjugated prior.
And all that I said,
That a guy I thought was my friend,
Had his hands all over my body unwanted to be hold,
And all that you said was so stone cold
"A man does that thing to another man be bold"
laughing out like the like another cigar puffed and smoked.
And they would bleed me through my nose,
If I revolt ,
As if I had no right,
to fight,
or be heard,
or cry.
"Cry" sounds like a curse,
Bidden into man from birth,
like a weakness that no man can bear.
So a liar who's been ***** must be draped to bear
the stake,
Cause a man liar should be *****
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