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Withering flower..
Remembering days...
Flashback
Daffodils eyes...
And sweet voice
Butterfly wings
Smiling
Creatively dancing
Ice creams of joy
...




But,
Now
Dreams within dreams
Searching twilight
Probability
Switching swirling
0 to 1
We will again meet!!!
Cheers!
Teri yaadon me
Firta mein
Anjaan raahon me
Na teri khabar thi ..
Aur mein lapata ** gaya...
Chalte chalte ...
A peg of fear...
Like a shadow of boogeymen...
I click my heart
Am I drunk???
Heart says yeah...
Then I said okay!
Cheers!!! boogeymen...
They laughed...
And walked away...
If not, then
Smoking cigarette
In do while loop
Would have begin...
...
...
Getting mad...
Sleepless...
Taking sleeping pills now...
Let's see
Cheers!!!
Not working
So what..
Do while loop begins...
Moon laugh
Saying
Hey
Wait for a while ...
Till dawn breaks..
Watch me
Watch me
I looked her ...
Gone in love...
Breezes soothingly
Waving ...
Love infinitely rolling
Sky blue stars...
Dancing
Moon giggle ...
And
Eye's to eye's
Honey
Love

.
..

Brewing
Coffee
...
We shall build a fire
you and I
it will burn on love
illuminate the sky
when our hearts are one
we shall be set free
as the morning Sun
reveals the sea
the light of love
needs fuel to burn
most turn to embers
before Sun's return

in the glow of morning's light
I find our love still burns as bright
ignited are we
this night's endeavor
the fuel we've found
shall burn forever
oldie
the darkness
always lingering on the edge
around the next stroke of midnight
in the breath catching laughter
or the smile of living
somewhere deep and not quite hidden
I am fooled again
and pulled again
as this unforseen weight takes hold
the reasons unclear
it stains my thoughts like mold on cheese
the darkness is always there
always returning
eventually
oldie
will you love me when I'm dead
when all the words are put to bed
when all the painful thoughts are shed
and you can live in bliss

will you love me when I'm dead
when shadows let you sleep instead
when ghosts no longer make you dread
my malignant goodnight kiss

will you love me when I'm dead
when I cannot feed your hungry head
when all your thoughts will be spoon fed
I'll await your soul in the abyss
there are times when I feel that my poetry is not always wanted and my thoughts of the other side bring darkness to this side for those I love - and that may well be true
i'm sorry for the things i've said
i'm sorry for the words that bled
unrelenting
from your severed heart
it is a curse that i must bear
i speak without a whim or care
i think not of my love's despair
only that it will survive
for it is love

like claws they work to rip and tear
until your love
succumbs
and there
you awaken
and I can only say...
I'm sorry
oldie
belittled into submission
lost in darkness
the basement of my thoughts
a busted knuckle trying to heal
forgotten tears stolen by sand
along the beach of lost dreams
and unwatched sunsets
did you forget about me

sad cliches meet here
outside the realm of hope
waiting like wolves  
to take their breath away
oldie
the Brickhouse is where you'll find them
it was here long before the school
it is where Jane lived
and where she died tragically
poor Jane
locked in the attic like a dangerous animal
and her only crime was that her mind slipped
so the story goes

and find them I did
I could not hear or see them until I viewed
what I had on film
there I found them dancing about
up and down the stairs like children playing
I made my way to the attic door
but could not go in
the weight of sadness filled the air like dense fog
I knew Jane was here

on film I hear their voices
distant...
sometimes it is children laughing
sometimes they mock me
''He knows Persley'' a gentleman sarcastically states
after my reciting the first line of
'Roses are Red'
at least one did not appreciate my being there
"Get Out" she demanded
and then the sad voice pleading as if lost in the wood
"I Hear You" she cried
"I Hear You"
is it Jane?
I will return
to hopefully gain trust in those that reside here
for I must know
more
oldie - a house where Jane lived and died..I've recorded voices orbs noises and direct responses to questions or requests. this is where my ventures into the paranormal began - the Brickhouse
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