there's a lot of things that don't seem to make sense to me. but you?
*you make so much sense to me that I can't even see how it'd be wrong.

She's got typhoons,tsunamis and cyclones
But I won't scoff at that coz I've got my own
Uncontrollably, I hurricaned and showed that I'm wicked
And the apple of my eye was the only eye witness
She does enough to satisfy my lust for pain
Because she storms upon me with a hurtful rain
And she drowns me in her flood of tears
Tears caused by hurt inflicted over a dozen years
Now I ask myself just how much pain can this girl take?
Coz her heart has collapsed from many earthquakes
And shivered from blizzards and chilly colds
Left lifeless and no signs of revival like a dead flower, but still she rose
She loves with a fiery volcanic love
She fills me up with magma and I'll never  have enough
Coz me and her will live destructive ever after
Together we're a beautiful disaster.

There are three types of people.

The first type are the pawns,
The ones who follow the rules blindly.
These people don't often know that their being controlled,
It's rather sad.

Then There's the second type of person, the players.
These people know about the game,
And use their power to resist and control the game
In their favor.

Then there's the last group of people, the masters.
These people learned of the game called life,
And they don't like what they see.
They change the world to meet their ideals,
For better or worse.

I know were I fall in,
So can I ask the question?

Which is you?

Another day
Found precious breath
On a beach
With sand

Fire to ashes and ashes to fire, to be authentic permeates my desires

I drift with the driftwood
Blow in with the breeze
I love you and I love you
Until all becomes sweet

I am the earth so I have no name
I am just a moment
Again and again

I met a girl , i dont knw how
She seem so cute , my cute fellow

With  little dreams , she headed sharp
Like a twinkling star , in a deep mellow

She talked so sweet , like honey lump
Sugary sweet and soft like gello

A crispy smile , and big round eye
Rose red lips and a bit too shy

I wish to lord, they he may grant
A lovely life , in  a holy style

Ur wish may true , n ur face may glow
Thats ma wish , ma cute little fellow

suicidal fly


                                          meticulously inspecting


             which web will


take




                                                                                             his life –

Unburdens the dusky river

dreams of flow dead in the bog of hyacinth
harvest burnt in the scorch of aridity
ripples robbed by the silt of dogma
sunbeam denied by the **** of creed

I was meant to reach the sea,
now I would never make it.

I pick the river's shattered pieces
with my own from the wintry dusk.