i see it wide and clear now
       clouds up the brain block you
dark down to the vapors and rain in it  
        floods the head sheds as tears mixed
with bloods from the heart
       make it salty and cold
i will walk it though
       makes me real, honest and stronger
but **** does the heart withers alone
       the soul broken down to the knees
the expectations and dreams crushed
       things and things and lot more things
that i thought of to tell
       a lone being now again
when i thought i live again
       or actually i am living
maybe this was meant
       this was written in my name already
no i won't, no more tears
       no more
no more
       this is it
its already enough
       it was deep
inside it touched me
       almost made a hole through
or else i wouldn't have made it
       be able to tell this now
i keep writing these and feel emptier
       i will dream and dream more
i will feel and feel more
       i will love and love more
i will die and die more
       like i just did.....

I wonder how people are mourning
for the death of their loved ones....
those who are bound to leave for their eternal journey,
beyond earth...
Here few less privileged
dying daily,
to meet their loved ones,
alive, present, within their reach..
but unable to meet,

Sometimes feel like
smashing...
crushing....
breaking....
cracking ...
something!!!

Which is symbolic of the invisible tie, bond which is a lie,
Love* which is just a silent cry...

I wish i could scream loudly
Why? Why?? Why??
probably the almighty
could reply...

why am i not privileged to meet them?
am I the only one?
maybe few more,
like me who are forced to ignore,
the people whom they adore...
the helplessness oozes,
when the tears flow,
for the person whom
they can't let go..

in this way the almighty works,
to totally uproot a plant from its
motherland...

to be planted on a foreign land,
which is never their own
Or
to sever the strings of attachment, and
to help them~

to sublimate
to renunciate
to liberate

*FOREVER...

RECORD: SET YOU FREE
FROGMAN: THE BLACK KEYs

O'Brien: number five!
                tell me! 9 by 6,
                what is it

Johnny Five: . . . 42.

O'Brien: That is incorrect.

Johnny Five: No.

O'Brien: No, it is not incorrect?

Johnny Five: Yes.

O'Brien: Yes, it is, or yes, it is not?

Johnny Five: Yes, not.

eyeGore: What? Talk about a malfunction.

STOP: TlURN'leer'SELF