Hello..

Hi..

Not you, the witch
I need a hug.        
came a long way.
tired.

From?

She knows, she does

She is not here

never mind
' be outside
that bench there
in cold

Till she comes?

.

I wanted to eat -
the carrots you juiced
                                    at night
for the breakfast

I got nothing to do about been real
So
I drink up for the night to fill the rest
The love is such insanity what I make me loving about me being insane
Right now am there the edge of having and not having everything at the same time
But my heart always in need
So am pretty sad but in the most beautiful way
Am the lonely drinker to the night
Without a cigarette between ma lips

So you are a witch?
I love hunting then, am in need of no luck
am not trying - just hunting
as the fire lit into the darkness infinite
may the witch glow to be an angle
even though the witch isn't sure about

the darkness is blunt and cut open the infinite
but am in love with this taboo of life
days and nights are no longer inspirational
now the heart counting on  eternal darkness
and the rapture of her witchcrafts

she is writing her spells in a few cozy lines
attached to the pictures of the light
so much of beautiful love mask upon the darkness
the passion is such so no more weeds go high

I only love the moon and born to make love
there are flames which never go cold
yes I am a wolf - one look sharp through the darkness
a one counting the words of her spell she cast
Thus there can not be things in between ...

{to be continue ...}

There is always a girl
a one with eddies and warming curls
whom may be lost in her own lust
when you got your wings she used to crawl
no one knows, but why
her lips were brave but had shrink mine
tonight I write the scariest of destine
wherever I lost
there is always a girl
could someone tell what do I feel

There are people who suffers the life
there are few who enjoy the life
'karma is a true *****' - so
there are people who has entrapped to people who suffers
miserable mushroom of suffer is way bigger
majority is so poor
Oh life, I am a tycoon, I have wealth bigger than universe
dear life, get me spending
fill me, my bucket with wealth of gems
make me a hippie, whom I always wanted to be

Moon she is

She has brought you to the life
pamper you in the nights
leaving a forever space to miss
she is charming she is mysterious
she is bright she is wild and
she even drives you mad
you may know all the world
but with the moon
you never know more than a half
that is why. I  - fall'in

today is the full moon again, after a dozen of 'em which I may not have seen. now on another full moon day, which may come in whatever the day - of our time - It is my wish to fall'in love with my moon over and over again. Happy full moon day.

come, sit by my side
darling will watch the rain falling
I am mad I was your man
so your touch I have known for a lifetime
thus remember I crush thin air around us
so now the  world has wine
it is what keep all gods and lovers alive
darling this rain
this rain is our bequest
that why this fall is so **** pretty
come, sit by my side
remind of us together watching the rain
darling - us - we
we worth living another million of lives.

I do feel love
As if it is there or not there
I do just feel   these love swings
and all in betweens
It is not difficult at all now
Heart is in its optimal mastery
Where a least of a blink would suffice
To know what it is all about
So that I thrash my heart and punish my  mind so then
I do fail before opening the blink
Go to work  next day morning
Repete it all again
and never to learn

.dry zone
the day light beats and crack open the land
the sky always touches the furthest you look
so the stubborn trees couldn't care less of the wind

why so much of punishment now am thirsty
why things are like this - why I am not allowed to see beyond
go ahead am rooted so ignorance is the bliss.

Traversing in between that few sweet hangouts
One to another in greater distance
Inside the empty universe

Having shedded ocean of tears
For Keep the moist of life
What life may feel

Staring stagnated beyond horizon
Earnestly towards a vision which can not be seen
For knowing the ingredients of life

The eye has being :

Exhaustede

I get angry even with the words sometimes
am done talking and expressing
exhausted of decorating words
words alone can't speak the truth
we don't know the truth
(hope~karma~love~luck~god~whatever the crap you call it)
we know nothing so simply we have no words for speak of the truth
I am tired of all your big talks with no meaning at all
why you should ever wanting me to (be-lie-ve) your words
then after awhile why should I decorate the words you have said
I know nothing ~ neither you know a thing or maybe I may not know that you know a thing
but in the end of every speech~visionary talk~essay~or an epic poem
all those words you all spoken has no meaning
words have no meaning

I saw my woman's eyes behind the green grasses
fueling to the life ever estranged
God wasn't sure who destroy whom but all he knows is
she and I both are alive in the feast with Him
thus our hearts are racing so the bodies are dancing
cut sharp words drives signal waves of desire within us
I loving into the loving of love
So I may never can go elsewhere off from her spell of sight
neither can she put that warm sigh down not knowing where I am
Green grasses hide blood and our heart distills wine behind
scratches bruises scrapes and ultrasonic moans
they all witness the love as how He culminate it
In the night in the dark God relive the life he drenched
Even God, he has his secret form him himself
so moves. long still gazes, wolf bites and all teeth marks are just perfect as it is
sometimes the love ---------------------------------------
the love may never outshine make prefect  secrets

Loneliness
The loneliness a man can not be
Loneliness seek
  Assisted  suicide
Loneliness rich you folks
Flying over

Head was the call
Nature was bending all the odds
But neither Gods are above the rules
If your love meant to head down
As fast as head face down

When the clouds you see are all dark
There will be the rain no sooner the gloom
Touching the head rain pours down
So the roots are grabbing the earth
Letting trees growing tall and strong

If the life is all about flip a coin
I ll make both sides are heads if I could
Am sorry I just wanted to love
As if the coin dancing on it's own

In an every day you got to live
there is a time of beauty to be lived
wallow with a cigarette and a smile
beginning, the end may be the time
dawn transcending to dusk .............
either extreme of time or balance of it
I only wants hearts to be fulfilled

you and the lunch
taste divine

My wound - My pain
I am Me - Myself
yet another man of self
cynacal
I am

all I can think of is the summer
beer, coca-cola and tan you
I wish if we were born free as you and I
where ever we looking at alone or together
the happiness, the smile and smoke of fine cigarettes
where else life can be a miracle
when we alive all the day along
my woman my children and the daffodils I love most
make the life and of an every bit it needs
summer is always a dream, beautiful dream coming ture
every once in a year , wondering how I dream !
there was many summers since I had a hope

We forget things
we forget the things what we are married of
the world then zooming out to the place where we stand tall
when we loosen the breath together we took in
then we are the people in love
it all then begins we finding each other
the invisible corners of ours by our lips and race of blood
together on the earth is where we stop
in the life of new born love

what is it wrong about forgetting the world all at once
bring up little art to your very own egregious body
what is it about emancipating your voice to the words to free float
Rising and drowning sun      our dear god of light
what is about free *** tonight to treat your invaluable serenades

purple coconut trees
swaying hammock
glazing eyes immaculately
pouring love
what is about free *** tonight to our longing detachments
what is about free *** tonight to touch the zen we born about
oh' omasha hoʻokuʻu  aloha tonight

I am infuriatingly out glowed with ecstasy
by  post traumatic serotonin rush of the accident of
that my law breaking motor bike hit in another car
whom purely taking his turn to the left

Now it is the dawn of dusk, last few seconds of the day
but I never wanted to wash the blood of the scratches I got
instated  I purely enjoy seen them drying up
nonetheless It felt to my juvenile mind some protagonist kind of a pride about me
keep walking with blood splatted white linen shirt and black shades
I am an ecstatic
I showed both the fingers to the docs and to the hospital staff
you know the prospect patient with an insurance

I was an innocent law breaker, Juvenile
thus no wonder why I see that turning to the left is never right
and of course neither to right is right because
the hospital , that was in the right from the junction
I only rode my bike straight in narrow bleak space of
all among the mid day traffic jam of insanely busy people

by the way car driver was a good guy
though he doesn't own that hybrid black boy he drove
we shook hands , shared good byes and  I came back home
then breaking the virtue of healthy non smoking
I lit a cigarette

good thing about life is
you got a create it
you ******* got a want to create it
like that you wanting to be a wizard
world would not accept
you will be all **** alone
but you gotta create it
the world you belong
it won't exist
until you create it
all by your god self

There are sometimes , my friend
It seems that pain is never gonna pass
No matter what you do
There are times, I am saying
My friend we born with it, we are
No one will see, I am saying, you will be alone
Even without your own shadow
My friend I am saying, There are times
Everyone else is a hero in their way
Except you, you get to have nothing as it seems
So you stop eating fish because you see
You feel the burning pain of their gills
When you got them out of water, my dear
My friend, My friend , My friend !!! hello
They are sometimes, I am saying
Hello .............................................................

It just get funny and funnier
when the life wants to ****
the ego of men whom never had life
how an old man with many wrinkles
chuckle at this like he just lost his mind
huh :D :D :D :D :D

May be the life is asking for ..
for more entertainment
from it'''s best actors
funny :D ain't it?
when you look up and beg
that words counts
not for you though :D :D
Old men they are all
chuckle like mad and they all were
retired

You know flowers
Flowers wake up with sun
And some of them are different
They wake up with moon
That is the nature
What we don't know
We humans
And we do lie
We do lies
Smile even I Just lied you
With the story of flowers

shanikayrs

When I am bright and shine
she has caught a glimpse of me
kept it safe in glassy cells of her heart
transformed my mild heat
to that buzzing beam of electrons
towards the hope
bringing the light and let it all work
in the time my shine has frail and gone

If you know, darling with ivy glass
this is sun taking to his Electra

The love is what
       pink roses says
The love I feel
       dark chocolate says

We are lost in unknown space
she shredding tears
and my heart cries so brutally
we are stuck
sometime it feels it is a dead end
or an endless pit
I am stuck
someone help me out
to stop the time
please I am begging
just before I die
stop the time
stop
for the sake
of ****** god

My doctor said
the Sansara is not a circular
he said it is liner
I think that we both know
what it is or
we both know
nothing at all

I was stuck into a circle
I felt the repetition
re-occurrence spin and twirl
this all repressed me
harnessed me and abused me
the flash of the theory of line
brought me back

It has major fall outs
In what my doctor said
But it expelled me from
riding the horse of merry go round

I read a little about relativity
and have been thinking about it
lot more time
where I stand is
where my ego is
I felt that

my doctor cheated the game
with another illusion
But for the day I am no longer
the Vitruvian Man, who
stretching arms and legs to touch
the circumference of the circle

It is okay to be selfish
I felt so because that is what we are
it is okay to believe nothing
because that what it is
I might day dreaming
or mad talking
but the truth
but the truth
I sense
and it slitting my soul
in unexpected times

It is difficult to live
when the square is not really a square
I feel it now
how hard it is be to formless cloud
people like clear blue sky
cloudless
people they are people
I am selfish
that is all I can see
blue sky
I never have seen it
in real days as I know

my medicine
***** all the moisture of mine
so now I am a dry white cloud
still the formless
I just dreaming
dreaming and feeling
feeling and hating
hating and loving
loving and floating
that is all what I can do

as the sky as it is
I am feeling empty
like the specks of dusts in a whirl wind
my heart is twirling
I am going against the rhythm
for a dream I think I deserve
starry nights are dooming
I am selfish even though

i talk god - it easy always

David poes Michelangelo
you see
it is, that easy
-ultimately
Raphael attended
to 'the Marriage of the ******'
that is how
we work

i talk god - it
sheep in wolf skin
mother and the *****
ecstatic dance of
day and night

set the flash of your eyes
on electro-magnified atom
-zen
invisible yet

but it meets god
have it
least a bit

hang on
just don't ****
-yourself

I love you
you
and you
and you too

God is bad
****** depress
******* perverted
opportunist manic

love is a crime
no wonder
why the
flowers not blossom
on earth

Unconditional love
It is there
not in your culture
world, life or your next door
it is there in mind
keep seeking
it hides ! mmmm
when you seek
but you have to seek
that is the adventure of it
might it will **** you
that is okay
you are not you
until you find it

මරණේ ද නැත්තම් ජීවිතේ ද කියලා ලොකු තේරුමක් නෑ
රෝලලර් කෝස්ටරයක් වගේ
මලක් වටේ කැරකෙන නිල් පාට සමනලයෙක් වගේ
කළු සුදු ගැන හිතනවා ඒක ගලපලා ඇදුම් අදිනවා
එත් ඒක  දැනෙන්නේ නෑ ඉවසීමක් නැතුව ඉන්නේ
ජීවිතයට

ඔය නවතින තැන ඉන්න බැහැ
අහසේ ලස්සන විතරයි
ක්ෂිතිජයෙන් එහාටත් අහස
ඒක තමයි ඇත්ත
ලෝකේ තැටියක් උනානම් 'සීසර් ' වෙන්න තිබුන
එත් 'මැගලන්' ලෝකෙ වටේ ගියා
ධර්මයත් චක්‍රයක් උනා
හුස්ම ගැන  හිතන්න ඕනෙ
සක්විති රජෙක් වෙන්න ඕනෙ
එහෙමයි මම දන්න ඉතිහාසේ තියෙන්නේ
හැම අංශුවක්ම කියන දේ පේන් නැද්ද
ඉවසීමක් නැතුව ඉන්නේ
ජීවිතයට

පිපාසයි ආනන්ද !
I am thirsty, Ananda !

I can't bare
- pain
even a small
bit
- no
not any more
'                      '
!

මට තියනවා මතකයක්
දැකලා තියනවා කියල
අහල තියනවා කියලා
දැනිල තියනවා කියල
ජීවත් උන අතීතයේ යම් දවසක්

මේ ගෙවෙන කාලයත්
මම විදලා තියනවා
මට එහෙම මතකයක් තියෙනවා
හෙට දවසත් මම  දන්නවා
ඒක හරි රසවත්
අමතක මතකයක්
පුරුදු රසයක්
සොඳුරු කාරුණික හිනාවක්

මට නවතින්න තැනක් දෙන්න
ටික කාලෙකට
මට කාලය තේරුම් ගන්න
නතර වෙන්න
තැනක් දෙන්න ටිකකට
මගේ මතකය එකක්
කරගන්න

හරිම නිවීමක් ඒක
අමතක මතකයක්
පුරුදු රසයක්
සොඳුරු කාරුණික හිනාවක්

breath in
    breath out


                           in
          
                                   out


                                          

                                                    one

ආදරයෙ දෙව් දුව
තරුණ කාලේ දවසක
මගෙන් ඇහුව
ආදරය :
මොකක්ද එකේ තේරුම

විශ්වයම එකතු කරලා
හැදුන සොම්‍ය ස්වරයකින්
මම කිව්වා  ආදරය :
*අම්මා කියල

එයාගෙ  ඇස් මට කිව්ව
කවිකයක් අහන්න  ඕනෙ කියල
සරාගී කවියක්
දන්න  නොදන්න
සියුම් වේදනාවෙන් පිරිච්ච්ච
හිත ඇතුලෙ කළුවර තැන් වල
ඇස් දෙක පියාගෙන ලියපු
සරාගී කවියක්

හදවතේ භාෂාවෙන් ලියපු
නිශ්ශබ්ද ස්වරයෙන් කියන
අපේ මත් උන ඇස් වලින්
කිෂිජයේදී රඟදෙන
රන් පාට ඒ කවිය
විදුලියක් උනා ඇයට
නිදහසක් උනා විශ්වයට

ඔව් , 'නෑ' කිව්වෙ 'ඔව්'
ප්‍රතිවිරුද්ධ , සදාතනික
හදවතේ භාෂාවේ
ආදරයෙ ගිනි දැල්ලේ
සරා ගීම කවිය මම ලිව්වෙ
ඒ ඇස් වලින් මම දැකපු
වෙන කවුරුවත්ම  නොදැකපු
අහිංසක දඟකාරිට‍

My eyes stuck to your rainfall
you all white making happy mist
as you fall and ever falling

I know the weight you carry
the joy of your water
and the secret you hides
under the infinite
bubbles of raindrop

I enjoy watching you falling
making all the fine art I ever knew :
your spring ,you raindrops :
no that is not me
I am only the painter
of the epic of your very own stories
yet In the love with
the scent of your watery cloud
I called
' The Nayagara'

you are the greatest pleasure
bigger than life I feel
I know

you are the definition
of 'Ecstasy'
In my little world

have't I told you
I am a victim of
your sweet innocence

tricky game you play love
keep me all to you or
give me nothing at all

the emperor of ages
uncountable drops of blood
sweat and thirst
infinite sparks of chemicals
inside your wrinkled brain
just vanished
In the way as miserable as it can be
right after it fired, the last bullet
the bullet of so called love

chimes of bells
dance and beauty of pictures
speeches and God's contest
will mixed to the wine
unveiled the bride
the one you tasted the soul

dear ***
I know your games
**** me
I will fight for survival

I am
   the best friend
          of mine

making

I am
   the worst enemy
          of mine