Home is Behind...

Home is behind the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread,
Through shadow to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.

Mist and shadow,
Cloud and shade,
All shal fade,
All shall fade.

The Anvil

"I was made like the anvil solid
I can take the blows as they come
But the hammer must reel
To my tempered steel,
I'll be here when the hammers are done."

- R.G. Stewart (The Anvil, 1941)

Street Side...

Sitting on the street side, on a tea stall, I watch as life, all types and forms of it, passes by. With a disinterested, dispassionate gaze I look upon the throng of humanity as it hustles about busy in work, in going somewhere, in meeting someone, in life… I take a sip of my tea, Ughhhh it tastes BAD today! There are all manners of people standing around me. Well all of them aren’t standing, some are sitting as well. And yet, they do not pique my interest today. Two months back, I would be sitting here, more interested in them than in drinking my tea. Today, even my tea doesn’t hold my attention. I can feel the stares upon me. I can feel the thoughts directed my way. Who is she? What’s she doing sitting alone? Is she easy? The regular male way of thinking. I can finally understand why women don’t come here alone. And Oh! God! I’m going to create a bigger stir of interest in a few minutes when I light my cigarette. And you know what? I don’t give a FUCK. To hell with the throng of lecherous men directing all their lecherous psychic energy towards me. Gawd! Men! Can’t live with em, can’t live with out em! To hell with it, here goes, interest stirred, cigarette lit. Oh look… my body guards are finally here… later then… ciao!

Out Of My Mind

Light a candle, lay flowers at the door
For those who're left behind and the ones who've gone before
Here it comes now, sure as silence follows rain,
The taste of you upon my lips, the fingers in my brain
Ever gentle, as it kills me where i lay
Who am i to resist, who are you to fail?

Got to get you out of my mind
But i can't escape from the feeling
As i try to leave the memory behind
Without you what's left to believe in?

Could be so sorry, for the way it had to go
But now i feel your presence in a way i could not know
And i wonder, do you ever feel the same?
In whispering darkness, do you ever here my name?

here in the back of your mind
here in the back of your mind

And how could you dare,
To become so real
Become so real..
When you're just a ghost in me
And i've....

Got to get you out of my mind
But i can't escape from the feeling
As i try to leave the memory behind
Without you what's left to believe in?

Here in the back of your mind
Deep in the back of your mind
Here in the back of your mind
Deep in the back of your mind
Deep in the back of your mind...

-Duran Duran

The Saint

And when the shafts of pure light
Dance in her eyes,
I see my angel for the first time,
I know my purpose, feel my birth,
Hear, at first faintly, then distinctly,
The sweet strains of our union.
Our loves heats up the cold universe,
Gives my tired, desperate hope a
Reason and season to be revealed.
We purified by our kisses,
Are eternally healed.

- Thomas Moore
The Saint.

I wish......

Pushing People Away...

I had written the following few lines a long time ago, in a stoned haze... I never knew they'd be thrown back at me with such force at point blank range....

Peaople are strange..
They fear death, yet they carve their way to hell with their own two God given hands.
They fear failure, yet they percieve success as too minor.
They fear hate, yet they do everything possible possible not only to make others hate them,
But also reach a stage where they hate themselves.
So much so, that the mirror becomes a fearful entity.
And then they wonder where they went wrong.

Pushed away my dear and near ones with my own god given hands, did i? I don't give a shit. If they got pushed away, they were hardly near and dear ones.... Ha Ha Ha Ha..... Near and dear ones, MY ASS!

P.S. Whenthese lines had been sent to me by someone else, i had thot it had hit me and i had fallen. I'm up and fighting again! Stronger than ever before.