"And death shall have no dominion ..."


i came across a thought today... just like that
it made me ponder, what exactly do i want in life?
i was clueless.
aspirations, ambitions, hopes and dreams
what are they to me? "all they are is dust in the wind..."

been viewing several films over the past few weeks,
(no action slash adventure hollywood flicks mind you)
from them, i derived a certain pleasure yet a pang of sort
but why?
hopes and dreams remained as they were
sweet yearnings but are aspirations
i shall not elaborate,
and i never did
and that shall be my hamartia.

it's time to stop dreaming.
but why would i want to do a thing like that?


i tote a ardour lost
'tween enamoring dampness
my mind has wandered far

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a sign of the times: ORD LOH ! (93 days to go)



not much new insights lately, but i did managed to get
this piece out.


a house in time

my heart i left in a wooden chest
as if is a case of need.
alas there are naught to illuminate
a barren wall in languid sight
the air's trembling with its decay
dreary cinders do not despair.
splinters's about;
i shall thread with care

a spell that entwines the times
take a whiff not of wilderness
but of cement and its paint
through the window i peer
by a different light
conjures a disparate sight.
there in a house in time,
my heart i left in a wooden chest


the next piece would be better, i promise.

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random thoughts: Into dust; The wind in my face.


lives are gone, lives are changed for eternity
but others remained unchanged like mine.
a time of reflection maybe
but for whom and what i wonder
apathy is prevalent, but is it even wrong?
there's a dread in my heart
it fears death and sorrow
and keeps both at a distance.
it is cowardice i admit
they say bravery is not being without fear
but it is knowing something else is more
important than that.
it's a question i have yet to have an answer for.



it's been raining over the past few days
with such melancholy in its voice,
as each drop falls on these woeful grounds.
it's with love and sigh
in memory and silent farewell,
that the boy lays down a flower
crying a tinge of grey
for lives gone away.

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