the skies of mars are red
what then now of this piece?


on the meadow lived the azure

on the meadow lived the azure
and so it adorn the boy with such
a ragged cloak of time, wingless in flight
alas the wind that brings to task
oh! what wind that totes these sour sweet
short of him to ask

a fleeting haste for a flower in sight
wither does he meander to shun profane night
refuse not such tidings
when the azure makes its bidding
my boy, he departs with the least of ken
quickly now! under a shade mellowed then

thence in still, he is bound
to gushing green and the day
oh! what scent that enthralls the boy
alas its scent, a travesty
for on the meadow lived the azure
and so it adorn the boy with such

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on the meadow lived the azure (Part One)

on the meadow lived the azure
and so it adorn the boy with such;
a ragged cloak of time, wingless in flight.
alas the wind that brings to task
oh! what wind that totes these sour sweet
short of him to ask


damn, i have trouble continuing it
mind's a blank nowadays it seems...

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short summary of life till now: one more year to ORD!


random thoughts: an illusion of choices

inside our hearts lie our desires
deeper still, and you'll find prejudices
but what guises we allow them to don
to veil the truth from our hearts
very few hold a conscience brave enough to own up to it
as they hold on to these 'truth' all so dearly
causing such annoyance to the people around
yet also evoking a sense of sympathy in the knowing
and much amusement too...
or is this part of our own prejudices as well?
perceptivity; aint it always

they say empty vessals make the most noise
what if the noise is meant to hide something else?

just want to meet the real me
is there one in the first place?

abre los ojos

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almost one full year, how far have i come?


repost :

A Dream Of Stars

what of the moon blind to my sleep
stay awhile, wont you please?
and set my dreams a sail
amongst the habour of stars in my wake.
a lark it is; ever faithful
a ship there was; truly missed
"dont shed a tear now
i promise i'll wait"

what of stars blind to its passing
as twilight skies sings its lullaby
i will find you again
amongst comfortless nights.
decry the moon that entwine the hearts
a forlorn soul needs not but a silent prayer
to sleep a dream
with stars to guide

what then of the mist, forgetting still
the moon and stars it conjures
a sweet languor, with pining yet abhor
a field of lights; left unsaid adore
my dreams asleep; awake
it steals with wantonness
"there is no farewell
till we meet again; a dream of stars"

- Sept 2003

abre los ojos

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