My girl likes little things not the big things of value or baggy big like Jeans But short skirts and tight tops Little shorts and flip flops with high hopes, but little dreams
My girl likes little things Not big things or deep Little things like lipstick The comments on her self pics The brand of her breeches The right lace on her sneakers My girl likes little things Not the things too heavy to keep
My girl likes little things Not the big and the weighty Just the little things shiny like an iPhone glittering the right tone on the dial ring a cover case with the right bling Almost everything And anything not significantly big
My girl likes little things nothing seriously grand little things, like small talk A nice sweet short walk Even holding hands among other little things If there’s room for my fingers beside her diamond rings
Nothing will ever go completely right. As long as there will always be those who wants to hoard things for themselves even though, aware they will never live forever. As long as there will always be those who are not ready to live right and reasonably... What's the point? Reasonably! Hoarding! Foolishly! All leads to the den of obliteration. Perplexed? Let's give up! What if we give down? What's it about surrender! What's it about never surrender? No one is, an exception. There is neither a thing I can hardly do, except to right the wrongs of the mind with my words. Words inscribing the wrongs and beauty of the soul in a pinchbeck, puny age, is like a melodious masterpiece of a violin in a noisy throng, rarely a soul offers any attention. A token of my contribution. Smiles.. I hope that be enough. Though "bitter Smiles" cause nothing is ever enough.. Enough! Cheers.. Verily we are spend thrifts by nature we exhausts everything. And we! eventually gets exhausted. Up 4am. Having aftermath dinner. With the most tremendous of guests, comforting yet tormenting, thoughts and Memories. Dining on meals and wines of, unfathomable class and brand. With the most tranquiling of musics, echos of emptiness. Guarded by The magnificent majestic retinue, lugubrious phantoms. Encompassed by The most absorbing and cimmerian paintings, mystical darkness. "In a stead formed yet unformed by ether, the mind".
The journey of the mind. Absorbed in mystical darkness.
We are absorbed From one click of a button To 5 hours of life Reliving a cycle every day Thinking it can’t get any better The more followers The better life Only posting what you want And not letting them see the other sides Pictures only there for a moment Then washed away never to be seen again When moments could be spent better Long lasting moments With no worry of a time limit Instead we are made robots Dependant on 5 inches Missing what life has to offer Too afraid to leave them at home Because you you may miss a notification You never cared about anyway Making life easier every generation Thinking the only way to make friends Is by chatting online Getting a reply But waiting 5 minutes Because we are too afraid of seeming desperate Walking right past someone Who you could have shared your life with But instead your head was faced to the floor But of course The floor is more important than a person But this item smaller than your hands Somehow gained a power to control us Hooked us into this trap That is too late to run away from Forgetting the date and saying it didn’t remind me Will be the only excuse And family, friends, and people Will no longer be an option Soon we will all walk around with tubes in our ears And goggles over our eyes Seeing a virtual world that must be greater than what we were given Meeting people but never seeing them But it’s fine Because we have all we need between 5 inches
Everything in the present is somewhere, somehow connected to what happened in the past. Over a period of time it’s realized, a thing of past is a thing of past, will remain in past, no matter even when efforts are made to bring it to life in the present, however, even then it will remain in past, from where it came, to where it belongs. Definitely a thing of past is a thing of past and it will always remain in the past.
The good thing is what happened in past cannot be changed, either ways whether right or wrong, over a period of time it does not make any difference in the present.
Better way is to accept the present in it’s present form, then move ahead with the same in mind. Best way is to be a part of the present moment in time in the present, move ahead along with the same in mind with regards to how everything needs to be done in the present.
One of the best way is to get involved and remains absorbed with regards to what is there that's going on in the mind. Desire and dreams remain in a contrast, play hide-n-seek. However, dreams and desire must not affect the mind with regards to what’s going on in the mind at the present moment in time.
A time will come when it will be realized that efforts made till now have got something to do with regards to future and time now is to ascertain future.
Who do you call when there is no one to call? Your last friend that catches your sense of humour, dies without a sense of humour The friend that generally made up all of your contacts
Calls beforehand of daily progress always went answered to a mother who no longer exists They were followed by a friend who absorbed everything said These absorptions poisoned the well of humour and goodwill that you befriended in the first place
Your contacts list might grow in the days ahead But the optimism that that idea requires to believe in and the failed rate of your previous confidants make you feel you should protect all Keep everything within, never explode. Hopefully implode.