All there is.

look closely at this mug ,
it is all there is to fill ,
cause you are too human .

Motion Realization.

Look around you creature , how everything is moving , and

do same without restrain , to release the confines ,

of your mind the epicenter , to reveal beauty bound ,

everywhere , You Beautiful Creature .



Show everyone for them , why the move so essential , as

to rise and soar beyond , the grasp of sound waves ,

of blood running inside , touching your every corner ,

echo out , You Beautiful Creature .



Fly smiling in winds blowing , with currents backward , to

realize sweet drag etched over , enclosing all in right ,

of this whole being to aid , the sweet glide through ages ,

hot and cold , You Beautiful Creature.



And after all everything moves ,

with time , never so constant , in

parallel worlds of infinites , where ,

You and Them are present changes .



So move , you beautiful creature .

So move their ' being' with you ,

So move , You Beautiful Creature .

an ode to night-outs.

roll your way , as the night downs ,
just to get up , as the dawn frowns .

- To Nicky and Rg

dam it.

words they are made , to make you sway ,
reel in their meaning , you mortally bray .

the beginning.

oh ! so sweet the freedom , as i let in the air ,
shrouded by dew drops , twinkles in my glare ,
caressing the distant smile , how i beg to dare .

Sometimes.

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that helpless state ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that clueless hate ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that hapless fate ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that faceless gaze ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that useless waste ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that unwilling haste ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that merciless taste ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that mockery daze ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that unknown slate ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be in that morbid rage ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be at that mortal gate .....



But



Sometimes , its just there , to be there , to know the right state ,

Sometimes , its just there , to be there , to ignite your latent self ,

to show the way and fly away , to the light , always there .

circles , i love them .

Everything is an illusion and everything is connected.i do not want to be mortal in any form again.then how do i escape this circle of life ? i dont have a fucking answer. maybe someday , i will as i am just walking by that familiar store , or just standing and looking around here and there . i know it doesnt end after we die. fucking circles. i want to find a way to escape this circle and feel connected enough to watch the movements in and around it. everything is so beautiful as long as you dont assign a reason or purpose to it.same applies to life.you dont assign a purpose to your life , cause if you follow the dots and connect them , using the right mix of impulsivity and logic , you will go where you have to . maybe then this circle of life can be escaped . i know what i have to do , standing or sitting . i think i can go around this bush for quite sometime.but i press the stop button in my head , which then says ,

tweety tweety tweety !

The Voice.

As i snap my fingers hanging , in yesterdays moment , to drive out the mist spread in patches , there in my greenery so vivid ,

To gaze and cut the strings , which hold back the soaring creature , the feature of my near future , projected in one colour ,

Waiting in its shell of viewed depravity , so aware of-the-sweet-infested-could-be reality ,





I rise against , but...





The voice says , " Zone out of there. Come here to me. I wait for you , in all of time , with glory. "







Closely following the tracks imprinted , in yesterdays soil , i walk out into the mirror beneath me , watching the soles reflect ,

A refrain in that jist of the wind , now blowing by across the moving creature , pushing the inners of its cozy shell to crack ,

Catching a glimpse , of the waiting outside , to reeling in sensation-of-feeling-the-beautiful clarity ,





I rise against , but...





The voice says , " Zone out of there. come here to me. I wait for you , in all of time , with glory. "







As i try and clear the space out , in yesterdays time , to make way for potential well filled with infinity , my boat to sail away ,

The medium responds blithely , pitching in with the creature , happy little winged fire-flier , erupting genuinely , transcending circles ,

Patiently dishing out , all imagined perfection , for the would-be-exotic-sensation-fraught presence ,





i rise against , but...





The voice says , " Zone out of there. Come here to me. I wait for you , in all of time , with glory. "







Then , in a momentary occurrence of reality ,



Somelight hits me , through the shadowy patches of my greenery ,



and i sense the aroma of what's coming to be ,



and i take what is required , to release the noose .



But poetic breakdowns inside me start to spiral , as the voice resonates ,



and the symphony of yesterdays hit me , hell , I thoughtlessly tie the noose ,



killing the feature , and the story to be told.



Now , the voice says , " Give in to me . I wait for you , in all of time , with glory . "



and , i inhale the past air ,

and , i flail my arms ,

And i give in , to this burst of me ,

happily.

One last time.

As i am dying while still alive , the blood coagulates while running inside ,
and i feel the hands of distorted emotions , encompass my entire physical presence,
limiting its freedom and that of mind , cutting the wings of hope , as it flies by.

My solitude now is alone inside this me , waiting for an escape to the outside ,
to throng among smiles and veils alike , and to be held by forces unknown , yet ,
comforting to this sordid liasion , the only getaway which comes running , always .

Lost in the hope of death-destination , i embrace the feeling of ceasing to exist ,
to feel at peace with my friend here , and everything involuntary is easier now ,
so small and so big are the divisions , in this voluntary repose of my vain being .

i stand inside my head , look at me , one last time ,

and jump into the never-more and never-less , while already dead....

i waited..

Waiting in the once upon a time , pushing my head beneath the present-continuous ,

Seeking out the long gone by's , circling around the same dear-drop memory ,

justifying my sweet backward flight , i watch as the one-me smiles at the other ,

while running with the leash of the past , espousing the standing ovation not received ,

hearing the wind crying by, like the time flying past ,
one-me shrugged at the other , and..


i waited in the once upon a time , for a long , long time.
i waited in the once upon a time , for the better past.

i waited in the once upon a time , for a long , long time.
i waited in the once upon a time , for the better past.