when squall hits the wallsrust dust gets washed awaycawing of the crow reverberatesfierce rains followI watch it all from my windowplaying with a tendril of my hairmy eyes feel dizzymy plans for emporium visittoo gets washed awayI sprinkle pepper on my toast,flinch at its raw tastethat gets me back on earthI know my saffron dreamswill materialise tomorrow or so-emporium visit is but an excuse
to ignore the festering fissures
which refuse to heal
why I negotiateyour so very random emotionsbut let myself ebb?
beauty hunts for joyforever becomes a thingwinds blow it away
velvety soft,
the delicate petals
tender gentleness
into our being,
the subtle scent
touches our soul
its wholeness
fires our love
we sing paeans to it
yet the rose hides its pain
behind the masks of thorns
and I wonder why
brash words on that message boardcrash to the groundlike a saint you stand therelistening to the reverberating soundit is your doing or undoing (have it your own way,think what you like)one by one, everyone walks awayyou stand there alienatedif only you had lubricated your mindyou wouldn't put those words out thereand suffered because of it
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There has been no end to my PC woes. I desperately need a new one and looking for the best offer. Until then my appearances would be sporadic. What else can you expect, when I am using my nephew's PC! Until I get a new computer, please bear with me.
bamboo shoots beat against each otherthe sound of itin the silence of the nightscares away dark thoughtshow long have I been awake?it seems like foreveraeons of time merging into itis it morning yet?bellowing curtainsshadow the moonlightwhen dawn breaks in,into the roomI fall asleep deeply, dead to the worldbut very alive in mystical one
each small wrinkle on the bedsheetbites into my skinmy fingers imprint on my faceI see flickering light in the darkbehind my tightly shut eyesan itch starts somewherespreads all overI try to scratch it awaythe vicarious dreams have turned to nightmareseach subsequent one more demonic than the formerI rock myself but to no availon the first light, I sit uprailroads of steamy tears on my cheeksmake a nice pattern."don't you wish for that design to be knitted into a scarf?
water from the glass seems to swirllooking up from my workI find it strangewaves fall over from the edgeI try to identify the sourceoceans have entered into my homewhy did they deviateand come into my homeconfined themselves into my glassI saturate my brain by pouring it on my headmy coughing fit makes me forget youbelieve me, a heaving chest is the best medicineto let go of a lost love~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Still having PC woes. Will get back to visiting you all as soon as I can.
I have had computer problems from last tuesday. Hence no posting and no visting. I did check my emails from work but no blogging. However, I spent the time away from PC by reading a lot of books. I read 7 books in six days. Not bad, eh?! Maybe, we need to get away from the PC more often!
But it sure feels good to be back!
What do you do when your PC or net is down?
Photo:
Gathering by AlicePopkorn
I erased the orange lightpainted it eerily blueoutlines of the birdsflew into mewheels stopped in wastelandyet I found a treebirds scattered into nowherebut returned and gathered near mein such a place of quietudethey too fell silentwe watched the fading lightand drowsily fell asleepwhen sands came from all sidesall of us were buried alive."if you come and dig now,you will discover the fossilized we."
