I don't recall how long exactly it's been
Since I've seen your playful, boyish eyes.
The nonsense in me says to play it cool,
But I know I'm just a lie that only dreams it flies.
This is how love goes when the lights turn on,
But no one is or ever shall be home.
I'd rather be in hell dining on hot firey coals,
Then know how it feels to be this sort of alone.
To me you were precious sunshine that fell from above,
But never did that sunshine share with me love,
Instead I wound up in a world of pain,
I can never be whole, never one nor the same.
You still exist, yet the carrot before the donkey's nose no more,
For now, forever, I do not know when, but that's why I'll
Always be so forlorn.

This my darkest hour, whether by pain or pleasure,
I can never forget my feelings for you,
Try as I might, run for now and forever,
You will always be there somewhere in my gloom.
How is this possible? That one person can hold me
So close from so far, that I imagine their arms around me
Even with this my dwindling flame in the dark?

*...till it's no longer burning, going out, just a spark...

I am an old soul
I never asked for explorers to progress
I never asked for inventors to invent
I never asked for science to discover or scholars to detect
I never asked to go from Steamers to engines
I never wanted to trade vinyl for headphones

But I’d always trade city lights for a mountain range
A worn out skyline for an open plane

Why do we complicate our lives in attempt to make them simple?
And why has living simply, become to most something trivial

I am raptured in this soul that refuses to age
In times that are always persistent to change

"Old Soul" -JP

The thing will remain the same
Truth will remain as it is,
the same,
it won’t change.

The thing will remain the same
Facts will remain as facts
Facts will remain the same
Facts won’t change.

Need of hour remains the issue
Need of hour needs to be addressed
Over a period of time need of hour will gain all the groud and significant importance
Definitely it’s priorities that matter the most
Priorities come first
Rest will follow later on after priorities are followed,
since priorities are the one that always come first.

When I was young, I was told that
"bad things happen at 3 a.m."
We were made to believe
that we were "not alone."
Now,
the scariest thing about being awake
when the Witching Hour strikes,
is knowing you're not here,
and I'm alone in this bed.

wow my darkest hour
how long my friend

so long forever in time

tick-tock tick-tock
thy darkest night

rise, find me a doctor with a house of old
where everyone listens and aboard thy thrown

where cows lay and horse's nay
thy thrown is only 24 hours away

tick-tock tick-tock

did you hear that?

darkness rises
my dearest it's to late to come back

"so, when can I see you again?"

I immediately answer in my head;
"I hope to hold you still like this
for the rest of my funny life
just so you can see me all the time"

yet, I took a breath and said;
"after working hour tomorrow
would be very nice"

Walking up
Not time to get up
Waking up
Not time
Cloudy day
Makes you wanna ****
Build it in
In till the full moon
Hold it in
Doesn't work
The formation coming
You have change
Sake up again
****** mess around you
Don't no what to do
Walk home naked
It's what you do
Getting over
The latest darkness hour

it's better when the lights are off,
you shine brighter like the stars.
i feel you nearer, i see you clearer,
when we close our eyes in the dark.
to breathe in the scent of you and the countryside,
to leave our fears in the metropolis and city lights,
makes me love you and nature in its simplest form,
from it you came, that i could have sworn.

Oh how I've missed the days like this
When more seconds are filled with golden bliss

Amazing how changes of seasons brings
Sunshine reflecting off my angel wings

Take away an hour to get more time
Flowers awaken with coming of springtime
For us all to adore under the sweet hot sunshine

I can be reminded that we are connected
Despite a society vastly infected
With views and beliefs that leave us rejected

You cannot deny the energy that emanates
When lives are filled with light our sun radiates

As a whole we breath a sigh of ease
For now we can stand beneath the swaying trees
Put down the briefcase if you will please
Remember the comfort within the fresh breeze

Spring forward the time so we can remember
How it feels to bask in the sunlight together

For just a little while we can pretend
The world is your oyster as well as your friend
And getting lost amongst sunsets becomes the latest trend