the way the rain peppers itself across the pane
giving spice to my plain, dreary, life
i lock my fingers with my own
as if to numb the pain
of being alone
the way
you
look at me
gives me hope
like no other before you
i do not feel the need to hide
the parts of myself i feel arent worthy
i never wonder why im the way that i am with you
because to wonder is to distract myself
from the wonder that is you

Shes leaves the house with a smile
Shes off to a spot she hasn't been for a while
Her favourite place
One serene and full of grace
With the whole day to waste
She walks at a bohemian pace
She passes under the stone arch
Admires the shade of every branch
As Her shoe taps the bricks
with rhymth she skips
She raises her head towards the sky
Watching the fluffy clouds drift effortlessly up high
She admires the variety of kites
Red specks dancing at heights
Through the clouds the warm sun glares
The cherps of many birds she hears
The clouds drifft over, and through the sun rays peers  
The hues brighten
And the mood lightens
She spots a lovely corner
Where it looks a little warmer
Between two oak trees
With just the right amount of breeze
She lays on her back
And removers from her pack
A rather curious tatted book
Ones shes glad she took
Her book of sketches
As she draws time stretches
The sun sinks low,
But she has little intention to go
The sky dull crimson red
She adjusts her head
As she takes in the glorious sight
She feels full of magical might

I want to feel the warmth
under a swaying tree
along with you while smiling with glee
that picture
I've been dreaming of
it has been lingering in my train of thoughts

I wonder,
when would that day of calmness come?

just sitting there
enjoying the cool breeze
talking about how life is so
mysterious yet enjoyable

that laid-back moment I've been wanting
when might it be granted....

I’m in a great mood
Nobody can bring me down
I get out the shower
And put a towel around
I go down the hall
No one did I see
And when I close the door
There you are right behind me
You push me on my bed
And rip off my towel
You match my outfit
And all I can say is Wow
Then I saw something shiny …
You handcuffed me to the rail
You wanted to guarantee
That your plan wouldn’t fail
You did some dance
As if to celebrate your victory
But then I started to rise
And understood this was some witchery
You noticed I was strong
And started working my muscle
If she was getting paid
I would have sworn it was her hustle
We both seemed to enjoy
What you came to do
And when your powers got to a ******
I swore a volcano just blew
Then your powers started to fade
And you vanished in thin air
The handcuffs vanished too
And I wonder if you were ever there
Now you’ve had your way
And again I’m *****
So I’ve gotta go take another shower
And now it’s 11:30

Struggle is joy and the wait is enjoyment
While the achievement is the name of a state
Where we spend our lives as prisoners
Of fear of being a loser in any time
I chose to wait in the state of struggle
and don't like to be a prisoner

My mind sings the same
Peaceful songs of Spring Winds.
My thoughts slur drunk on this
Ectasy non alcoholic daybreak
Cloud cover morning
Olive umbrella angelic
Above my dizzy head full of
Music and imagined rhythms.
Slow and sleepy I pass by people
With fogged samsara desires material
Illusory physical elation temporary and unrealized lives littered with impernance they go for the quickest fix for their ocean scale emptiness.
My feet tread clouds and sidewalks both,
My ears hear voices and the enchanting hidden hysteria of life both.
My day is sadness and enlightenment both.
I accept the frailty of my flesh and momentary flash existence of this planet and other planet and Janet the Janitor of nowhereland the books in my bedroom the growing hair on my head this March and next March the midnight coffee in my cup and daisy growing outside the dry cleaner down the street. I accept it all with adoration for the simplicity of living and the Babylon sprouting inside my soul my lungs my heart.
Bus truck semi truck Cadillac station wagon pour in metallic blur beneath solace sunlight, everybody is as happy and hollow as I am though perhaps less content with that circumstance.
God is the conceptual flower in you and me
We dance,  its fundamental I realize now to keep on dancing and keep on laughing.  Else the world be swept in nihilistic tendency and we become outlived by
Our fears.

As soon as the exams were over, we will be taken over
To a place already familiar to us, as this was ours to be taken over always
The place was like forever before, a two story cubicle
With a small attic attached, the best part of it.

They welcomed us, as usual with some food and sweets
Which made us feel drowsy for the time being
And we will go to bed in the attic, which we will insist
As it was a place full of suspense and thrill

The attic was used as a storage room, with a bedding spread between
The enshrouded variety of storage, which will be our apparatus
In this lab of mystery, sometimes we will find some
Interesting things like, train tickets, military calendars and at other times, great mouth tangling stuff


|AB|

Enjoyment is but
being okay with time passed
that you can't get back

Fluid flamboyancy swam from his mouth, much to the dismay of the listener
This will not do, this can't be you, learn quick, think fast, be swifter
Concepts cloaked in foreign shadows, spoken obliviously against, total defense, these creatures should be sent to the gallows...No Offense??

The young mind, so bent, squeezed and mimed,
Soon comes to see,
That for Himself,
His ultimate goal,
The freedom he stole,
Always belonged to me