Thursday, October 18, 2007


How long do the scars last,
How happy can the hurts be,
How sweet the dried up drops in eyes,
How far can blinded eyes see;

How long does an epoch last,
How happy the hedonistic hell can be,
How sweet the naked spices on the tongue,
How far these legs will take thee;

How long does orchestrated cacophony last,
How happy the haunted hearts can be,
How sweet the scent of rotten flowers,
How far this mind is going to be;

How long the lumpen faith can last,
How happy the humble sins can be,
How sweet the scalding contrition,
How far the prayer will follow thee?

Monday, October 15, 2007

I know therefore I am.

it was by a magnetic pull,

an age long forgotten melody being played,

an eternal dance being danced,

a being that slowly emerged,

and that was,


DIALECT. left to time, it withered, like a dead corpse hung from wall, after the sentence. no poems to defend, no stories to tell, n...