You can’t recognize me
You don’t know how I look,
How I live,
Or how I breath

You can’t feel me
You don’t know how I cry,
How I laugh,
Or how I fear

You can’t realize me
You don’t know how I walk,
How I sit,
Or how I sleep

You can’t sense me
You don’t know how I touch,
How I listen,
Or how I speak

You can’t see me
You can’t shape me
You can’t save me
You can’t **** me

You can only see me
When you always,
And forever,
Love me....

I'm trying to get off the floor
Hard and painful to break through
This selfish, superficial glass ceiling called corporate.
I have no choice but to sit and sacrifice to it.
Why is it always about money?

No room for the artist, the poet
No time for the writer, nor the dreamer.
I know I need to be at this nine-to-five
If I ever want to afford my paper and pencils.
Determined to write through this candlelight

But when you take the time to look at my face, or stare into my eyes
You will see a river flowing with such grace and force
It will flood your world and make you cry.
With such emotion in a moment of infinite love
That you will feel like you were ready to die.

I have thoughts I want to share with you, if you have the time.
I'm patient though, at least I'm trying.

Magnetizing physics
Magnetic chemistry
Precise mathematics
Bubbling biology
Histrionic history
Attired economics
Refined fine arts
Electrifying looks
Electronic vision
Scintillating psychology
Ventilating physiology
Tantalizing mechanics
Tranquilizing metabolism
Dynamic damsel
Oh! What a scientific disposition?
Kudos to the Big-Bang Beautician.

When the night comes,
Take the Armour,
Swing your mightiest sword,
Like a sudden gust of wind,
Gather in light,
Of thousand angels,
And fight the battle,
Of demons and devils.

Rising temper,
Waging battle,
Wound after wound,
Yet the victory is clear.

So say the prayer,
O' mighty soldier,
It is the strongest weapon,
For it is,
The Lord who win the battle!

Knowing that
There's nothing
To
Know  

Fertile ground
For seeds to
Grow

Adding different
Shade to the
Paint ***

Changes the colour
Quite a lot

Sensing the senses
What they perceive
Is the world
We believe

Once there was nothing
Then there was something
Thoughts create
Everything.

i want to be
your 6pm
dinner date
and then
your 6am
hushed kisses

i want to be both

we could go round the clock