ALITerAture

i love the way it falls, the way it curls at the ends, the way it flows down the back, and how it bounces at every move

i love it when it beats, pumping out volumes of blood, circulate, initiate, feel the throb of life, energy pulsating at every move

i love how it wanders, one distinguishing thought to another, one old memory to another, rediscovering new from the old, magic done without a single move

i love the look of its shape, the the bumps that forms the curves, erotic in one way, symbolic in another, in more than many ways to move

thank you

for all that i didnt ask for

for all that i overlooked

YOU ve always known didnt you

youve always known

Red
i love red
red is blood
blood that runs through my being, that keeps me alive, that gives me a high
red is heat
heat that warms, that comes with the sun, with promises of things fun
red is love
love that consumes, that satisfy all thirst, that comes, always first
red is lust
lust that engulfs, that overwhelms all senses, that explores all chances

but, had i love blue instead
what would i have said?

blue…would be
the sea and the sky, a universe on its own, so old yet so foriegn
blue should be
a daisy in the meadow, smiling facing the sun, on a trail as it follows
but blue could be
as cold as the colour, as sad as the hour, as pale as the power
of death.

i feel so much. but at the moment, i lack the juices in writing it out. thus this will be just a single post expressing my disinterest in life. i hate my fucking job. i hate my fucking car. i hate the fucking state im in. i wish im already pushing 40 and drawing close to early retirement with a disgustingly huge bundle of money to spend and waste. but only because im too turned the fuck off by the working adult life thats really more like a rat race, running against time to find all the money they can scrape off of other people, killing all things pure along the way. i wish i could use that same money to go everywhere ive always wanted to go. i wish i could do whatever i want with it. i wish i didnt want to do anything. i wish i didnt wish for so much. i wish i didnt have to whine and complain. i wish i didnt WANT to whine and complain. if i really want any kind of wish to come true, it’d be for some devastatingly good lookin rich guy to fall in love with me, sweep me off my feet and give me all that i wish for. if there is any conclusion to all this, it is to say that life is turning out to be quite meaningless when you are miserable and empty inside. and not even a job you hate can fill it up to take your mind off that fact. so fuck me. 

there was once a time

a time i believe

in the power of love

in the power of trust

in the power of taking

and in the power of giving

that time shone

and it shone so long

till i lost count

of the days and the weeks

and the years

and i lost count

of the many kisses you gave that wasnt for me

of the nights that was ours that you spent with another

but thats okay

cos i said it is

i put it all behind

cos i said it is

that time shines bright no more.

now time is a changing

time is not what it was before

i am what i am what ive always been

only a little older

only a little wiser

now in my hands

a new set of time

a new set of hour

many new seconds

waiting to happen

its all up to me

to make that time mine

dont get me wrong

love still stands

so does trust

but it will never be just one love for all

it will never be again just one me for one you

what a fool i was to believe that of us.

everyone dies alone. pardon me for the dark beginning. but it has been a dark hour. even though its bright and shining and the bloody birds are chirping. more dark hours will come today. "no one wants to die alone". we hear that verse all the time, but everybody dies alone. its not like you can bring your ma or pa or the love of your life with you into the ground. even if you could you cant very well know it can ya. death is inevitable therefore so is loneliness (which you cant know as well since youre already a stiff, but thats a different story, so dont piss on my fire). so my advice, you have all your living breathing time to not be alone. so get on with it and find that somebody whos gonna do your dishes for you while you fix the damn washing machine. arent i the lil miss jolly joyful jane. hahah. well…how bout that. i started out feeling as pitiful as an astronout farting in his suit, and ended up giving sound advice.(well, it seem like a sound advice to me). cheers.