You must begin early
while it is cool and your head clear
discernment, a sharpened tine
probing the rocky darkness
for all things latent and destructive.

Be aware that the velvet sage
of the leaves belies their power
to take over every space, remember
roots burrow deep, anchoring in
fissures we don’t even know exist.

You must delve as close
to the origin as possible
or the **** you think eradicated
will bide its time, germinating
in the still secret ground

waiting for light
to penetrate the moist earth
waking the sprout
who voraciously pushes up and out
a curled blemish

in your otherwise carefully tended garden.

Its an event,
It happens to all of us,
Its a great way to learn and never repeat a particular mistake.
When we fail,
The best we can do is analyse our failures,
Realise where we went wrong,
And start making corrections.
Failing gives chances of greater victory if you take it as its to be taken.
Failure happening to you doesn't make you a failure,
You can always try again and again and again and again until you breakthrough,
Just make sure what you're sweating for is worth it.

Want to hear a silent voice?
Shut your ears
And
Open your heart,

The stars are so beautiful,
Wish I could catch some
And make them
My light bulbs.

Silence.
Loud music, high pitched screams
Infant wailings, adult shrills
The cacophony of it all
Silence.

Surrounded by it all
Silence?
Absence of these?
Or peace within me?
My silence, perfect

Silence
Whirring fans, revving engines
Croaking frogs, buzzing flies
The beautiful discord of it all
Silence

Soft moonlight in the clear winter night,
Embracing the old trees in a creepy yet beautiful light.

Snow falling down on the path,
This night not walked by anything but a street cat.

The cold is everywhere you go ,
Cold and dark all around you.

The world is white,
It is winter outside.

Winter outside the warm houses of this lovely town,
The people drinking hot chocolate and enjoy the view.

Slice me...
I don't bleed nothin'
Less than real.

Gasoline in my
Veins, and a throat full of
Pills.

Come to terms with my life,
Giving death a great deal.

Feeling nothing but pain,
Or pain is nothing I
Feel?

Heads you win,
Tails you lose,
Such a childish game
Yet here I am,
Flipping a coin
over and over again.

Heads you love me
Tails you don't.
My heart yearns for more.
It yearns for truth,
The words in your mind,
The emotions in your core.

Heads I love you,
Tails I don't.
Trying to make sense of this.
How do I feel?
What do I feel?
Or is this simply a trick?

Heads you think about me,
Tails you don't.
Do I ever cross your mind?
Do you ever worry about me?
Wish I was there?
Have you ever given me a sign?

Heads you win,
Tails you lose.
Such a childish game.
Yet here I am,
Flipping a coin
Over and over again.

There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,
Who studied the works of Vitruvius;
When the flames burnt his book,
To drinking he took,
That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.