Bon Voyage to me

I am not keen on dying
I watch the ship coming home
there's more fun when you're alone
just when everything got going

The coin can swing either way
not that I really care
I came to make a difference
and I leave without any

Feel, come home tonight
leave on morrow's sail
come home tonight
one last kiss goodbye.

I still wait, anchors aweigh
I hope there is still a reason
But I see none
so this letter says goodbye, goodbye for good.

Heart, I wanted you home
I am to leave at this wind
But home's empty
and no last kiss for me.

So long, this is the last of me
Hope you move on, life awaits
next time be early home
someone needed that last goodbye today.

she is nothing.

the walk back was as similar as the back of her hand that she sees when scrubbing the dishes. nothing new, the same old twists and curves. the sky is pregnant and waits for the water to break.

she is moving.

the journey forward was neither contemplative or anger. it was blank. the sharpening of the blade bade her closer than the squawk of the hen that was destined for it. if only it were that easy then the most painful of decisions would never have to be thought of.

betrayal.

never. for what comes to you has been brought on by you. then why is it still prickly in the gut. why is it still hard to absorb.

faith.

that which you lose as you grow closer and closer to that which you believe in

lust

a poor mind's companion , a rich one's nemesis.

work

evasion and beyond

when most of the path has been traverses, she sees a flattened corpse of a rat. she stops to examine it. looking closer it resembles more a vermin that in life. perhaps that reminds her of something.

she saw a crematorium while reaching the road. men in casual manner resting their legs on the platform whereas the body which was to be there lay still in the ambulance. the whole nonchalance of it does not astonish her, in fact she seems to understand.

once the soul leaves the body is but a reference. reverence ends with life.


she has to cross a strip of land. the two roosters, proud and black, stare down the wall. she wishes to see the raven that greeted her at morning and wring its neck, but then she realizes that she must pretend violence is of no good to anyone. she misses the buffalo and the joy that an expecting sky brings.

she ends her journey, the feet are cracked, blood stains her strappings but the pain is just a welcome relief .

when a tree is of no necessity, it is removed and space is used.
when a water body is of no use, it is filled and reborn a land
when a horse is of no use, it is put to sleep and the vacant stable is called by another home.

she is still a nothing.

Au Pair

Death is one,

Vanity another

Together they go hand in hand,

Death smiles as vanity blushes,

he tried and she was satisfied.

vanity thinks of the flowers to adorn her,

death pats himself on the back

it was easy like the spider and the fly,

when the air rushed forth to her beaten face,

vanity soared to the airs

and death held out his arms open wide.

Think

Pleasure sought is most attained in mutual symbiotism than indulgent me - ism...

Soothsayer II

When all hope is lost, accept reality than fantazise what may have been.

Rumors are ways to preserve a person's memory...each time it gets exaggerated someone's lyrics is added to another's history

Beauty as a phonetic sound : the lark's song, a womans smile, a man's wince and a baby's sigh.

Better to shed tears on your own, soughting a hand to wipe it will only create another crack in the dam

Soothsayer

Most of the people who wish to do something with their life and who merely sit there wishing to do something shall in reality not amount to anything.

When death is imminent a lot of thinking is in progress. We think whether we have left behind something for people to remember. We think whether tears will flow even after many years for us. We worry over the talks that shall follow once we leave this world... whether there is truth in any of it and if not who will stand up to talk against it. That’s why they say speak no ill of the dead…why unnecessarily turn them in their graves?

When a person is to marry they shall marry only into the physical realm. For the tryst of two souls shall not be bound be laws that are merely passed on from one generation to another. They are held together by sources that are infinite and cannot be put down in words. The souls need not meet for them to be one…if left free they shall find one another even in the most absurd of realities.

Thought frees a man but imprisons a woman.