Butch Malone walked tall that day when he arose from his rest. Outside pillars having climbed the long whinding duration of each moment he awoke. Various scenes flashed by his brain in remembrances alone again in a pitch darkened room.
Where tables having overturned to seal his doom. For Butch Malone was fit to be told. Many today viewed wanting to run away hide yet to where? Through both space and time there were various questions lingering inside his fragile egg shelled appearance. Many years have passed having every reason to grasp the question of his existence. A chase after ice to seal his doom. Still searching for an answer for the questions that lay on his heart. A neighbor friend would be right by his side to depend. Something was stirring inside when no one would want to date his cause of having cobwebs in his attic. A poor lost soul living in some fish bowl year after year. Chasing sweet dreams through a pipeline built in formation. Perhaps Butch was in need of a break on some long away vacation? With a tender voice that was thhe day Butch stubbed his big toe. There was again silence again stirring in the wind.
Through night following day he took time to bow the knee to pray by giving thanks to the one we have to do. Still it is what it is. Later Butch sold his life story at outdoor auction to benefit the press releases that would profit his name. In time even through the night following the day he took offense. Where as his neighbors disapproved stating, "Life doesn't need to be lived out that way"? His heart was moved with compassion where as later it was fixed on his realization to live out his dreams. In snap shot memory's of his past having so much fun with the hope that it would always last.

I saw my future in the hands of man,
a drast and cold one it is,
how many times shall my hands be scorged,
be poisoned,
be tainted,
the blackness of all sorrows surround


The moon's face shall surely eat me alive,
shall the stars have so much lust,
following,
I am followed by the past I led,
awaiting the uneditible future I set


My mind racing with thoughts I never had,
dreams of faces I never saw,
can you see thhe mind of bleekness,
hear the voice of the confused


The trees run down from the shadows,
blind I cannot see,
led by the darkness I trust,
so surely I will not be betrayed


bleeding through the cracks in the walls,
my life,
incomplete but perfect,
take notice of the lakes of nothing,
nothing to fill,
to fill the damages made by others


Too sure they can solve,
help they say,
cannot comprehend the meaningless of life,
putting something where nothing used to be,
impossible


I wait for the future,
time of meaningless will mean too many,
someday of mine shall surely follow.

I guess you could say, that life is a play
That fans and critics are watching
Complete with the cheers that gives us the tears
With boos and jeers we're dodging

They don't really care if the tale is of glory
All that matters is loving your story
In fact they love it more when fates are tragic
They just want a seat for unfolding magic

Read the script's back page, predicitng the encore
Listen from thhe back stage and hear that they want more
You'd do anything to help out the cause
Accruing acclaim and accepting applause

The audience knows they can make or break you
They'll drag you to the top and call it a breakthrough
You better impress for they only take few
Until you mess up. Cut, start over. Take Two.

Language : Hindi (India)

Aadha hi jiyaa maine baaki maazi me kaat diya !!
Jispr sawan beete thhe wo darkhat hi maine kaat diya !!
Mai hi usse mnaata hu jab bhi koi jghdaa hota hai !!
Abke nahi mnaaya or kudrat ka likha kaat diya !!

Jiske liye uthaata thaa ussi pr uth gye haath mere !!
Zehen me jaise aaya ye us haath ki nabz ko kaat diya !!

Suna hai tumne khat ko mere sirf jlaana hota hai !!
So abke maine khat bheja or likhkr sbkuch kaat diya !!

Wo ro ro kar mnaa rahi thi Anaam wapas aane ko !!
Mai be-bas hota iss se pehle phone hi maine kaat diya !!

it's me
i miisss yookuouoso muruch i dontnowottodoabouutitit
iim acaar fulll of ******, a shipp ffull of sssailas
a ccsamp fullof boyscouutss

it's you
twiddledy-twiddly-twiddle the kknob
pussshing thhe buutons, fiftyytwo, fourtythree, tennn-hup
a maggneticpo leto my compasss

it's us
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kkksksiashiuyiddrirttranoth erone, go on, doit
do it aagin, ynotit works dunnitit

it's ours
and from over here it loooks likke
we'll never get tto do it evva again, unnless
itl earns anoth erlanguage
thhatw ebothu ndusttaaaand

i waassssss
typinggg
beforeee
youuu hit mee

i stareee intoo
spacee moree oftenn

alll thesee redd linees

caan't findd thhe righht tiime tto cryy

ii knoow imm richh
whats iit maatter
in thhis tiime

ii havee tto grrow uup

nnot ggoing tto happpen
withh a bllindfold

nott goinng ttoo happeen

again born
in the bottle
of the time,
of thhe future

rni

r: recall
n: net
i: ice

born to be walker of worker

traces of the fu rni ture

new ark

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