The propensity of life's indigence leaves you to ravish in its small prosperities leading to the question where does it all stop?

Is our entire life a battle between the two with an improbable nay an impossible outcome of one beating the other?

I suppose the best one can do is to cash out when the cards are hot.

But doesn't it all seem so futile, essentially what have we done different from the 7.3 billion other parasites all clawing there way to something unknown? What are we fighting, crying and dying for?

Do we even know? Why do we even bother smiling when we know the next minute we're going to bawl?

Isn't the nefarious elation and depression just an elongated version of a manic depressive. So why is one considered a taboo and a disease while the other called life?

As she walked away, down the street, the sun caught his eyes and for that blinding moment in the yellow haze he knew he was looking at the silhouette of an angel.

He stood there, oblivious to time.
Looking, without really seeing, watching the world pass on by.

What had it been?
A minute?
An hour?
Time was a concept lost to him.
And he preferred it that way.

It was the sweetest form of bitter parting there ever could be.
And that killed him.
There was a paucity of words.
There was no need for any.
For the best conversations are often had without words.

Memories flooded his mind.
He pushed them back.
But she pushed harder.

His walk faltered as he steadied himself.
He needed a cigarette.
He had quit smoking for her.
She hated the smell of smoke.
He smiled as he remembered the face she made when she caught him stealing a drag in the corridor.

He looked up, where had he reached?
He didn't care, he needed to walk.
He couldn't stop.
He had to run away from it all.
But who can run from their own thoughts
The thought of living in a world without her.
The thought of waking up every morning without the smile on his face for the conversations ahead.
The thought of never being with her again.

Haunted is the soul of the man,
Who's tasted love but then has lost.

A thought that beats,
To the rhythm of my feet.
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

A jealous heart,
Trapped in the part,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

A novice soul,
Found love so cold,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

So hear me speak,
For truth I preach,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

They give us books,
To make us smarter.
They feed us beer,
To dumb us back up.

They send us to schools,
To train us for society.
They then sponsor concerts,
All about anarchy.

They sell us lies,
Through all our senses.
And tell us to fight capitalism,
With all our heart.

They feed us fear,
Through hollow patriotism.
And tell us to love,
And let the world live.

A child is born,
With perfect clarity.
Yet confusion grows,
Through the voice of uncertainty.

The seeds to which,
Are sown from its first word.
As we become,
Products of dispersion.

An angel and devil,
Sitting on each shoulder.
Giving suggestions,
No one asked for.

So who is it implementing,
This perfect destruction?
The chicken or the egg,
Who had begun this?

We woke together,
That stranger night.
Amongst the stars and showers,
Of bright gleaming light.

A wisps' dream,
I'm sure it was.
But you were with me,
Beyond that I didn't care more.

We flew through the clouds,
Amongst the fish with wings.
Have you ever seen a salmon,
Floating in the wind?

The hues of the rainbow,
Did kiss our skin bright.
It's taste sweeter than,
An apple pie.

And from it we did borrow,
Our flavourful lips.
So that when I kiss you,
Angles do weep.

Through lightning and thunder,
Did we find our way.
Like Peter and Wendy,
In their younger days.

The sky was ours,
To do as we pleased.
Like rover on mars,
But just you and me.

And between our adventure,
I suddenly did wake.
To you lying next to me,
As the dream faded away.

To a reality so perfect,
I didn't need the sky.
For here back on earth,
It's still you and I.

Lets talk,
Through words,
And words alone.

No silent likes,
Nor hopeful sighs.
No playful hints,
Of shifting eyes.

Try a hi,
Hello.
Let's dance tonight,
Even the weather would do.

When did we lose,
Our perfect chaos.
To wishing people,
Would read our blogs.

Love is loosing,
In the battle of life.
Instead we're discovering,
A new social might.

Forgive me for praying,
For old school ways.
Of love at first sight,
Towards beauty, words can't define.

So switch off that smart phone,
And look back at the shimmer.
Love pays it's dues,
To all those who deliver.

Talk.
Thoughts that fill giant spheres,
With words of kind,
Trying to relay, ever so unsuccessfully our deepest *feel.

Feel.
The act of accidently brushing,
Into someone in the metro train,
And looking into their eyes thereby feeling hopelessly and forever lost.

Lost.
The pair of keys,
On another, 'most important day of your life',
Thereby running to the train,
As you overslept again,
Because the night before,
You lay lost in thoughts.

Thoughts,
Of what you would say,
If you looked your one true love in her eyes.
Of words that wouldn't sound like gibberish,
That if used right,
Would allow you to talk.