Probably the sun has hit the horizon, That sparkling heat and calm whirling
wind, Have so much something hiding in ’em, That energy, that passion burns my egos, And wakes in the inner peace, Am in a perfect sync, With you, And I feel tropical…
Hello, I said hello. Through the microphone, i hear a voice resonate back, A loudness, A crunch between my toes like the bones of sparrows. The cold numbness push on slips away as it's inside. The heresy I believed in never could break down the back talk. As you came like a piece of brack through, they call me a plague. Why still it isn't hang up? She on the other side with shotgun shells in her cheeks interviews my innocents. i barely could follow the pulse. the neighbour shouts, except the only abutting once. the jumbling mess, no more i could stand up with the attitude. saying goodbye, i disconnected. [pause] i burned the town and the neighbour. the silence just before i lit them up with gasoline, was terrifying and fearsome. and the darkness and the ash flooded sky that came after, was as peaceful as lying nude on the pristine beaches of Navagio. i could feel that gush inside me, free from the strifes and preachy clamourous disturbed people. [sign] hello, once again, through the microphone,…
[ Collage by Tyler Spangler ]
Every people i have met have given me something as their part for me. They all shared stories ,memories, happiness, sad and anxious thyself. Friendship is something that takes a moment to become a wild fire with just a single spark to burn up the gasoline in between the two, And they might stay up till you turn into ashes, or some might just need the same moment to extinguish.
They all have been wonderful, wonderful memories. And always did fantasize me.
low lights, Staring at
the cage, That am
going to spend rest, the life. Blue ribbons
and gift wrappers, But nothing’s
inside, Box of
empty rotten people. I tried to
live in between them. All I could
do, just pretend am happy. With fake
friendliness, I tried to look pleased. I tried to
look as if flying high. And someone
said “you are odd of the wall”. I took his
name in vain, may be his blood too. I might
have. Am too
expensive as am extravagant you can’t afford me! I better
be, me and my darker self, Like a
shade, an obscurity, a shadow. Am on
drugs, help me. Like a
nightmare they haunt me. But still I
have close my eyes to overcome the fear In the
depth of nights to pretend as if am the sleeping beau. But whatever
am an unpredictable swine.
The pages are empty. The story is incomplete. I have my own And yet to be written I feel nude And tempted to be with you Or may be Am being optimistic To be able to Enjoy your beauty In the most darkest Sense of fret self. Am unknown to many But you know my Deepest tactions And so are you... For me. Everything would be written again In black and white Without an empty page.
We have been too close for too long The only difference between us was the heartbeats. That led us split in two ways. The chemistry which I felt was strong enough. But then I realized we were in two different
journeys in two different directions that were all about end.
I better fit with people to whom am something. Something that has a raw meaning. It’s difficult to understand people But once you know them it’s smooth as silk, to live rest with them. Am affected by vi-virus, that’s stuck in my head. I can live with it without being overwhelmed. I make sure every night the door is locked safe and sound, So that you don’t burst forth in my skull. You grew all over my body and psyche. But your roots… Am going to pull it off naked but it’s questionable. Or maybe one day and that day is mine. I see you be impaired and wrecked. I won’t laugh at you to keep the difference between our souls. Am erasing my memories, everything that I could remember being with you.
It isn’t a solution or clarification of what I really need. All I need is that you never understand.
Through the windows, I could see the parallel tracks traveling
with me. Rusty brown tracks and pale pink sky made the
evening. To an unknown place, That's never read in books. I could see the scarecrows smiling at me with
big wide bright eyes. Cause am the little gypsy. Am still a young kid with that vibe. All I do is travel, travel through long days
and cold nights. There are a millions around me but non I
know. I kept my words to come back. She would be waiting. I have to walk till I find her.
Walking over the pavements staring up in the sky like a daydreamer. I walked all day long. Am in search for ‘one’. I couldn’t find it loyal. So I left and walked on. Over the pavements. With a smile and all that I could give to a hobo was small change. Not enough to buy a candy. And that’s all am left with. And I continued over the pavements. Again. This time alone and sweaty, Under the sun, Towards the shore. To find a raft, To cross the seas, To find an isle. To breed. To cherish. To live. And give birth to my smile on dope, That which never was complete. I will build my pathways. With the missing pieces of my puzzled story that I hardly remember. And walk over them. Again, Over the pavements. The walk never ends till the Gypsy in me die of rheumatic. And until I find my albatross.