Christ, she marrying that guy
In the same church
I’m bleeding on the cross
Only seems like yesterday
We planned that day
Till death do us run away
Plane, train, can’t explain
As far as life could throw me
All for you girl
You would be proud
Not right away
But someday
You would find me bleeding
Then you’d understand
The sacrifice
I made for you
Setting you free
Bringing you back to this day
The right time
Right guy
I stand behind the gravestone
Sinking
But happy in your happiness
Walking back to a life
I love
Watching people die around me
Still running
Setting you free..

When I said to you I would like to try a new position, What do you think I meant .

A new bar.

When was the last time we had ***.

My birthday.

No.

Your birthday.

No, it was when my mum died.

That was a sad day.

Not for you it wasn't, you supervised the cremation.

I had to make sure.

Do you know why my mum hated you.

I don’t think she hated me.

No, she definitely hated you.

She hated everyone.

You most of all.

Was it because I married you.

No, that's why she hated me. It was because you violated her underwear drawer.

I was looking for that furry thing you told me about.

Then you should've just said that. I told you that fetish story wouldn't fly.  

Well then, you shouldn’t have let her spread it around.

I know.

Wait a minute. You told her the fetish story wouldn't fly.

Eermm...

Why would you let her spread that around.

Well it was around the time I caught you with the girl next door.

You said you liked two girls!

You're not a girl! You just wear my clothes sometimes and I've been more than tolerant about that.

Paul Gaffney & Lily Nurmi.

In life you will come across these dark days
But don't be scared..
It is just a passing phase
It will test your resolve
In a solution of self-doubts it will try to make you dissolve
You gotta be strong
And prove your problems wrong
These dark days will make you wanna lose hope
But you've got to hang on to the rope
..of faith,hope and belief
'Coz that is what will help you get through that challenging time
For losing these three attributes and giving up is truly a crime
Remember after winter..there's always spring
So don't let any obstacle stop you...
...fight it out and keep doing your thing

when the cotton bolls were fluffiest and whitest
we would have a preview of the wealth waiting in the wings
and like spoilt brats pick our destinations and pastimes in transit
to stations that moved us up the ladder in society's hallucinations

we spoke about the white gold elevating us beyond our dreams
and our imagination soared above the almost mythical themes
of poverty fled and riches flared with flair as hard currencies
lay between fingers that had tended the cotton and picked the bolls

but the cotton didn't sell and it was another year of still-births
and stunted fantasies in a land hankering for good living and excess
oh the pain of gratification deferred!

Swat the butterflies whose wings
Decieve the poem and inscribes
Its colored brilliance on gilded flights;
There is no grace to his clunky
Flying and brings repetitive hooplah
To the natural poem and steals
Its personable voice.

Every language has a flow of poetry
Whose inner soul derives of the
Course of one's harmony and rhythm,
And using a star of butterflies in every
Poem brings about the very sameness
We all suffer from daily.

See the beauty in a vulture
Whose glide is magnificent
Spreading his wings in silent
Flight above rolling hills.

His beauty is not that of the
Butterfly, but it's flight is undeniably
Graceful and finding its natural
Poetic flow is deeper still.