Monthly Archives: April 2011
Whispers That Don’t Belong
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As the sun rises up to brighten the day, its army of lights spreads the voices of joys. In the vacuum they sneak to the other side of many hollow walls, pass through shading curtain, friendly fill the room with rosy whispers.
In this room, by the window, peeking to the invitation, denying any resistances…
They warm an icy heart, flame frozen spirit. Touched by unreached ecstasy of seventh heaven, body liquid starts its buried flows, boils in the heat, ruptures out the vessel, spills over and explodes in tears, into the river of blood.
It is just not the place, it is just not the way, it is just not the time.
Blessed whoever befriend with them, but not inside here.
Surf In The Ocean of Time
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Under the pull of the moon, the tide rises and falls.
Off balance, furious splashes of the surface to begin the cry for mercy, long for a breaker to stop the wave. This is another turn for impatient drag against a weary mortal body, which questions the holding slow in the past at the time the enthusiastic strength remained begging for fast rhythm dance.
Old lifetime persistence friend never listens.
Verily, the pace never really changes, but the regular discipline tick of the clock, a heartless force to move forward no matter earthly soul keep asking for the ground to stand, somewhere which seems never ever last and exist.
Forever will be, the surf in the ocean of time to nirvana.