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Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Bounded
Blood rushes to the brain
and anger into the eyes
bound by compulsions
shackled by obligations
helpless, we watch the drama unfold.
and anger into the eyes
bound by compulsions
shackled by obligations
helpless, we watch the drama unfold.
But helpless are we?
Are the chains for real?
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Belief
The tangible presence of an invisible force only felt
can push you beyond the precipice of belief.
can push you beyond the precipice of belief.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Riding on a high
The incredibe rush while riding on a high
doesn’t last while the world passes you by
doesn’t last while the world passes you by
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Evolve
Do people hate to evolve?
Or may be they are simply stubborn.
All it requires is a little resolve.
To get rid of that scorn.
Or may be they are simply stubborn.
All it requires is a little resolve.
To get rid of that scorn.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Rebel
Compliance destroys ambition, shatters dreams
makes you slave around like cattle.
Break out of your shell, act on your instincts
give life a direction, a meaning, a purpose.
Rebel
makes you slave around like cattle.
Break out of your shell, act on your instincts
give life a direction, a meaning, a purpose.
Rebel
Thursday, May 24, 2007
All yours
The ravines are yours to scale
and imprints for you to leave.
While others wait to regale
the story is all yours to weave
and imprints for you to leave.
While others wait to regale
the story is all yours to weave
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Genius
Genius is but a fleeting moment in the midst of mediocrity.
lest we stay in the moment, its forever lost in continuity.
lest we stay in the moment, its forever lost in continuity.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Cold
The sight of the cold lowering itself onto the plains,
as grim as the shroud being pulled over the dead.
you convulse as the chill bites into your hands,
spare a thought for the homeless as you cower under the spread.
as grim as the shroud being pulled over the dead.
you convulse as the chill bites into your hands,
spare a thought for the homeless as you cower under the spread.
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