I love, my boots
They are my freedom
Jet black, fit like a glove
I like their security
Knowing, any day
I can put them on
If I walked, till they wore out
I'd be worlds away from here
In my boots, I could
Kick all my bullies, too the floor
And walk away, comfortably
Yes, I love my boots
C'est la vie they said, but every moment they departed with the beautiful, delightful phrases that has mysteriously managed to distance itself from the that is you, you have failed again to realize the potential in you. You put the burden in your head, in the isolated chamber of yours, as if it's possible for you to fill in every inch of your sullen skeleton, you would. You have come to expect something that is living beyond the border of reality and in order for that to take into effect, the neglecting of the genesis behind the seed of our life has to take place. Reality and truth, are the two things that have always been abandoned by greed and dishonesty that have been infesting our minds ever since we are doomed to feel the wrath of karma. We are the writer of our own destiny and if we want to be happy, we should take hold of the ship and for that to happen, I need a company to face the music and you are the reason that the ship is still afloat as it takes two to balance it. Everything is absurd but love.
i use to think that the world was my oyster
until I remembered that i am as important
as i am useless.
the sun doesn't color the sky for my pleasure
and the air sure as hell doesn't arrive for my survival.
the universe still gives me reasons to be alive
but it doesn't give me the reasons why i should live.
theories upon theories
suggesting that one isn't cursed
to anything immortal
while another suggest that
the endless stretch of the universe
was made for absolutely nothing.
it is human to seek for meaning
and it is human to accept the impossibility of finding any.
but the glass will always be full of something
and maybe in a year or so, i'll be sure of this.
for now, i'll let the air speak
"it will be fine."
I was dreaming yet again,
You were walking down a hill,
While we crossed paths,
It was a time not close to the present.
I could tell by a look at my fingers,
But you looked not a day older.
You had spectacles on,
The same as mine,
I stopped and turned,
You took a few steps,
Then turned around and smiled!
It was but a dream,
And it was when i woke up
To my room-mate's alarm tone,
Instead of him!
Say someone knows you for so long, but
They keep their feelings to their nerves
On the death bed too they will not talk
Remain silent they'll rather seem absurd
Yes, better safe than sorry, as heard.
Under no circumstance, I'll not...
No threat to life can really stop...
Chosen for life or may be not,
Of the least, you'll forever be loved
No man's life's as certain as others view
Vivid as in-person, forever I've memoir'd you
Embraced in memories, you forever remain
New faces tow me down the memory lane
Tow me to you, your bittersweet souvenir
In and out past reality and dream I steer
Off the record it is though whatever I feel
No man who loves wants to steal
And with greatest of sorrows I"m happy for you
Love of mine became a lie for I didn't tell the truth.
A prisoner on death row, sighing contendedly.
No one was ever sure of his crimes,
but his sentence was clear from the start.
His cell was always absurd,
his life always a mystery.
But now he finds peace.
He has nothing except what he knows;
and what he knows is his end.
It isn't much,
yet it's more than anyone free
has ever had.