Monthly Archives: January 2011
Hollow To Ride
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The sun’s rays have elapsed, to the deep black of nighttime we jump in.
The flicker is fading away, and we lay on the slumbering breath of the universe, letting the breeze washes away the dirt and dust on the body, brushing up the sweaty skin.
In the solace of quiet pitch dark eventide, we play the music of the heart, listening to shy pumping beats barely audible in the crowd. This chance, under sympathy of liberating open vault of dreamland, we sway the chords, modulate the pitches, resonate louder as may never.
Befriended with the absence, so we fly, floating on the hollow bed of playful sky, visiting the drifting stars we casted the other time, mapping some more to surf with.
“ …sweet dream! ”
Gaze Through The Inky Sky
It is starless; it is moonless, at times. No detour, only destiny to collide.
Grope to the days, stumble and fall to the ground, crawl with bruises and cuts through the skin to the flesh. Never been promised any painless escapade, like an arrow has been released from the bow piercing through the heart, like the fall to the love, a call to linger.
In the fullness of the time is the beauty. So, come on, get up and get down with this cold grail. Brush away the shady heaven, gazing through the inky sky.
In the fullness of the time is the beauty. So, come on, get up and get down with this cold grail. Brush away the dense of shady heaven, gazing through the inky sky.