Pandora's plea

forever in a day, my heart is slowly fading away.

 a victim to time i cant hold my tears any longer.

 slice my cheeks and burn a hole through my soul. 
i surrender

scorned by my own follies. 

victim of my own misdirection. 

let me drown in a calm sea, floating among red poppies. 

let me sink. 

gently close my eyes, put a flower in their place.

 a reminder of what they lost in their blindness. 

deafened by the screech of your silence, 

and tormented by the absence of your violence. 

hand me a blade, 

the one to you i gave, in my misguidance.

 and i will place it along side me, 

my open grave, a tribute in honor of the memories i have slayed. 

the friendship i have betrayed, the trust i have mislaid. 
watch it decay

tie a bolder to my strength and drop it in the ocean. 

wait till i am colder. older. forgotten over and over. 

then let the tide regurgitate, return me. 
place your pain in the cart and i will carry it on my shoulders.

Pull me into your dreams, but only as a bystander. 

replace me 

but don't misplace me

don't forget you misguided me
with the feelings that you hide from me
the key you handed me
opened the door to my felony.
i believed you
and sinned unintentionally.

for the flowers that blow in the breeze, from the seashells that fell out the seas.

"we wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,  begin no day where we have ended another day;  and  no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

even while the earth sleeps we are travellers.

brief were my days among you and briefer still are the words i have spoken.

but should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, know, i shall return with the tide. 

Although my simplicity may hide me,
and the greater silence enfold me,
when time permits will i seek your understanding. not in vain i shall seek, but so my truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.

and if this day is not a fulfilment of your needs then let it be a promise till another day. 

mans needs change, but not their love. know, therefore, that from the greater silence i will return. "

an adpation from Kahil Gibran, The prophet.

The Puzzelled Dragonfly

in a muddle 

in a puddle 

in a world made of dismay

on a rock in the middle a dragon fly prayed

he was battered 

he was tattered 

he was in a terrible way

from the things in his heart he tried not to say

all the confusions

all the delusions

all the the emotions he couldn't convey

in his muddle of a puddle in his world of today.

punishment's punishments I

punishment's punishments

 

Rain, falling on my sleeves, please, fade it to a softer shade of green,

rain , dancing with the leaves, please,wash away my memories.


pain, dont forget my name ,please, someday soon we will meet again


pain, walking from the shame, please, i think its time to end this game.