Clear Skies Vanilla
is the only soft serve
on the days we have no clouds
and none can be seen
floating on our horizons

it is our seasonal choice
that we wish could come
all year long,
could be as predictable
as *Pumpkin Spice in October
or Eggnog in December
even uncelebrated Baseball-Nut
springs up at the right time.

If only our skies could
be the layers of a sundae--
a limited selection
that always comes down to
hot fudge, nuts,
with a defrosted cherry on top--
then our decisions
would be made for us
we could never
be wrong.

Instead we deliver
Icy Thundery Blueberry BubbleGumy hard serve
on those days--
too complicated to understand
too unwilling to shorten their title
too difficult to be simply BlueGumTuesday
because the sky,
too mixed up to be...Blue.

We raise our scoop
for each serving to dish out--
with them we learn our taste
what calms our nerves
and how to evaporate the rain,
because when we get
to have those cloudless days
we'll have the day
to be flavorful.

Most of the time something similar happens in everybody’s life
When two people meet each other, they know each other very well
Only fake smile and fake laughter is what they share in between them
A reluctance in heart remains
Everything seems to be formal,
everything they get involved in at that moment in time is fake.
It seems everything is out for display
Each and everything that is happening is part of the play, which was rehearsed prior
Most of the time something similar like this happens in everyone’s life.

Is this life?
Is this what was thought and imagined as part of life
Is this the future?
If so, then things need to change.

Everything needs to be reconciled and rechecked again, all over again.

We live in a world where everything is guarded by walls
Secrecy is what seems to be there all along
Taking advantage of others,
eliminating the best options and possibilities for the sake of marginal gains.
All this and much more.
The cobweb type pattern works in everyday life.
Still even in all this chaos, mistakes and threatening circumstances, better to stand for what you believe is right, right from the beginning
A time will come when you will realize all that what you have done is right
The only thing required then will be honesty and truthfulness from your side.

Hope for a better tomorrow
Keep on going
Then and only then you will realize the outside world is not bad either
Always be clear in your mind in what you believe and all that you stand for.

Appreciate the life you live, realize its value
Only then you will be able to understand what’s life going to be in future
Till then it’s struggle all the way as each day passes by
The next day brings in something new, something different
So don’t give up
Don’t lose hope
Be positive
Have a positive attitude in life
Only then each and everything will fall in it's proper place
Only then you will understand what is meant by to be successful in life.

Even when nothing is decided,
even then,
it's time that takes control of the present moment in time and tells all that's going on in the mind.

Moment by moment each moment passes by making the next moment in time all the more important

Even when the next moment in time takes some time to come in,
even then, the moment in time which passes by further raises the level of anxiety.

Over a period of time a lot of time has passed still nothing new has happened.

Neither a revival,
nor any hope.

Everything remains as it is,
very much the same,
nothing seems to have changed.

An anxiety continues to take hold of the mind
Something needs to be done,
something, which is different from routine.
A change from routine needs to be adapted by putting the next step forward.

A little bit of an anxiety acts as a driving force
Anything in excess will spoil the sport
Pick up the right moment in time
Find out exactly what needs to be done
Mark it out somewhere
At the back of your mind be firm when once you have decided what needs to be done.

Now when the need of hour is something different,
then it’s an opportune time to break the ice.
So move ahead and act accordingly

Better face the present moment of time
It's pointless wandering of the mind, if more and more time is spent in ascertaining the future
Definitely something different needs to be done from all that's going on in mind.

The present belongs to you
You own the present moment of time
So see to it that you make the best use of it
Live with the present in the present moment of time
Move ahead in life along with the present moment of time.

i wouldn't know which would be easier
to roll down the hill
or fall straight to the ground
cause either of the two will bring me down

i wouldn't know which is the lesser evil
to snap right then and there
or to fall apart slow
cause either way i'm bound to break

Always believe in your dreams
If not always, then at least for once in a while
Believe in your dreams

Always make a conscious effort and start believing in what you dream
If not for a long period of time, then at least for a fraction of second
Do believe in what you dream
Believe in your dreams.

If not quite often, then at least for once in a while, dreams do come true
Also it happens that we do come across someone for whom dreams have come true
So always, do believe in what you dream
Believe in your dreams.

Be confident of yourself in all the work that you do, believe in yourself
Be yourself so as to believe in the work that you do.
Always work with keen intent and interest
Horn your skills and develop them
Better to do the same old, routine thing in another way once the skills are developed.
Live in the present, but confident about future
Like you are confident about what you dream
Believe in your dreams.

Live in the present
Believe in the future, if not ascertain the same
Love life and live life as you like
Never give up in life, but still always remember
Believe in your dreams.

Let the mistakes of the past remain in past
Live in your present, which is obviously much more certain than anything else in the world

Like for many of us , who never forget to dream
In the same way for all of us there is something to remember
Never give up in life
Nobody knows when luck will turn back and smile
So even when you continue to dream
Do believe in your dreams
All which you have dreamt of in the past
Believe in your dreams.

Believe in yourself
Never believe in what the rest of the world says
Like it is always said never believe in what others say
Even if and even when you listen to what others say always be sure and confident of what you have got in your mind.
There are no two ways about it
Either your win the game or you lose
Either this is true or it's false
Good, better, best
Always give your best

Believe in the fact that things will get better
If not today, then definitely in the future
Believe in yourself, be confident about yourself.

Believe in your dreams
Dreams do come true
So always believe in your dreams.

Dreams make us believe something
Dreams make us believe
All the life that we live can be different
Much different from what we live on a day to day basis
Dreams do make our lives interesting in many ways.
So believe in your dreams.

We live each and every moment of our life
We do what we are supposed to do
Like we always believe in what we do.
Believe in yourself
For your belief is different from what you believe
Believe in your dreams.

Dreams do come true
If not often, then at least for once in a while
So do believe in your dreams
Nobody knows when dreams will come true
So always believe in your dreams.

As I sit next to the driver seat--
a small leaf is stuck on the windshield of this hearse.
Focusing on the half alive and half dead nature of it's blades,
I begin to lose touch with the reality around me.

Wondering how this thing is seemingly in a struggle to free itself--
I know the wind is it's true master,
but I can't help imaging an inner struggle,
for it to make a timely retreat to the tree it has fallen from.

Time has etched it's deathly remnants even into this greenery--
sparse edges that I assume were once rounded are jagged spikes.
Each one resembling some torment this leaf has been through,
as the world consumes fragments of what used to be true beauty.

Dangling by it's stem is the last connection
between filling my mind with the nature of leaves,
and other possibilities that have not yet come.

There's a sudden jolt, and the luminescent leaf
takes this final gasp of breath to spring itself from the trap,
perfectly sinking its escape with my own exhale.

As I exit from this car
the realization comes to me
I'll never get to see that leaf again.

Man, if I could tear you down with the hate I've built up
I don't think I could be angry anymore after that
but that's not how it works,
It's something I've built, it's a building of hate

That if King Kong was around he would climb this building instead of the Empire State.
He'd get to the top and want to have them dangling with him
Not out of love or affection, but purely to crush you in his hand like I would
He'd make sure all of your bones didn't exist anymore
I would say dust, but even that form give them dignity.

They could go into space and I could still lock onto them
You can't hear anything up there
Though, I know my hate would echo off the edge of universe
Filling every little crevasse until the frequency blows their mind apart

It ***** so **** much, that inside, my bones chip themselves apart
They sharpen their edges so if they were to come close, my bones would rip out my skin
I'd hara kiri  rib bones through my chest just in the off chance they were behind me.

All of this would be nothing compared to what they did
Compared to the million of needles stuck in my flesh
Between feeding me such ******* every single meal
If words could strangle
I'd hope you choke on these words every single night.

Everything happens for a reason
Said one man to another
that’s ******* you know he responded
and even if that was so
should it be some consolation
should I be amazed by the worlds complexity?
should I applaud the interwoven madness
if the one left out is me?


Does a bull admire a matador’s technique?
Does a building admire the strength of a wrecking ball?
Tell me why the system is great
why I should care about the meaning behind it all
what you have is what you love
and I could never love a theory
I believe in the material
because it’s the only thing my eyes can see


Tell me why my wife died
Was it to save a thousand lives?
because I would **** a thousand more
for one more look into her eyes
Maybe her death
somehow saved my life
well one day I will die
without the comfort of my wife


That’s all it really is my friend
a celebrated rain delay
God’s in his high chair
choosing who will go and who will stay
but eventually we will all leave
despite all the magic this universe has to offer
you believe in faith sir
but sadly I am bogged down in fact


The man was choked up
as he searched for words to answer the other
I did not know your babies mother
but my son did
She pushed him to safety from a car
taking the impact that was meant for him
so while I'm sorry for your loss friend
there is a reason behind everything

I spend far too many nights sleeping with empty bottles
That once held the liquor I drown my sorrows in
I sleep far too little
The baggage under my eyes is so apparent
That a permanent shadow resides beneath my hollow eyes
I spend too much time loving all the wrong people
And loving nobody at all
I stay out till 5am with people I don't care much for
Just because I know they can offer me everything I want;
Drugs and alcohol.
I wake up with cuts and bruises,
And sometimes with no recollection of my past night
I slit my flesh open out of bordem
And I kiss my whiskey bottle more than any boy or girl I have ever dated
I am in love with freeing myself from my mind
With the high liquor and drugs offer
But when I am awake and sober
I always realize that I'm never really "free"
'Life'... it's a trap
And no amount of ***** and drugs will set you free
Well, that is as long as breath is still willing itself
In and out of your pathetic body