miss me until you cry
miss me until you freeze
miss me till my absence haunt me
miss me till I get a headache
miss me till you catch a cold
when I meet you
you will smile
kiss you and you melt
touch you and you will run warm

Do you remember
I was and fresh and you were right above me.
Can I remind you
you lived so high and reaching you was a dream
If I can trace back
You cared less and lived like there's no tomorrow
May I tell
You had a chance to blow past the sky
I can't forget that;
You had alot but wasted it on beautiful
For if you had it
You wouldn't be hanging on a cliff of regrets
Don't cry about it
You have a life and choice to make a fortune
And if you believe me
Let the light of these words blossom and make a Victor

follow me to the sky
if you don't fear to fly
run with me this long race
if you have got no heart attacks
swim with me across
if you fear not to cold up and drown

I write with passion
I write with thoughts
I live by moments
I envy not those who are better

I don't mind it being singled out
or left with no hope of sight
I will still write
before the later, I still believed in ME

squeeze the water out of cactus
             drain it's air too
make a paper from when it dries
for there I will send my message of love to her
like I thirsted for the liquid I drew

It greatly tickles my instincts to know that
good people still exit. Not the Samaritans that
give money, but those who understand the
meaning of words and live beyond conjectures
that oftenly befall their ears.
Is that why you keep seeing someone young in
your eyesight!. Its because your focus is
blurred, as you strip your spoonful ignorance
for knowledge while the giants in
contemplation blow in covers of selling
brilliant ideas at no penny. If you what to
know how important you're, considerably give
other people's existence importance; thus your
thoughts to the people wont seem impotent.
# no eviction for failure by mouth rather
action

when they saw me listen to their errors, they
warmed up in gladness thinking I had fallen for
their traps.
At times it's good to be considerate, watch and
see what offers tomorrow brings.
once in a while play deaf and catch heads off
guard. its good to act **** to see what people
say about you, fail to react in your deepest
disappointment, act blind to see who misleads
you.
Never should you ever underestimate a heart
that act's and lives in simplicity; for it knows
alot though chooses silence since as its the
meditation of the meek.
You may live to think your the brightest,
swelling about what you utter to your subjects
but wisdom speaks not in boast. When the
quiet genius roars, its worth a display of great
inspiration.