my favourite hello, my hardest goodbye.

i trudged through the streets,
tearing.

i winced at the chain at my feet.
i escaped.
battered, holding on to what is left of the truth
i did not deny, i held it up
"Revolution!"
i screamed, i whispered hoarsely.
and the sun felt good this time,
i was burning,
but the pain was far better
than the pain that festered in my soul.
for months, years. finally free.

i walked some more and the air was fresher from where i started.
i tripped and fell
and i see a hand in front of me
and i looked up

and i saw you.

her air
her poise
her stance of like
who isn't mesmerized by the fairy's dance?

she flutters her wings,
dances amidst the crowd,
sucked deep into the euphoria.
she basks in the aura of its trance,
its delirium.
skipping
smiling
impishly.

the world is the fairy's playground,
her troubles hidden away beneath her wings.

now, who won't be mesmerized by the fairy's dance?

i am but a man of little words; my works speak for me
my innermost thoughts, my muse
as i surge forward
energy never declining
my brush, my art
every stroke, its lines
is my hope, my life.
swish.
it is done.

i'm a realist and a surrealist
etching my life onto my virtual canvas
visualising my fantasies
colouring my blind dreams

as i am slowly raging, running
i'm cutting through the barriers
i'm embracing the change.

i'm just a fool.. for u
such a fool
waiting for u

night after night
i dream of waking up
with your head
buried within my cradling arms

should i wait
should i take another chance
or be consumed in my sadness
to overcome it?

oh how much im pining for u

And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will wait to find
That it wont and it wont it wont
And I will pay no mind
worry about the way the weather
And I will waste no time
Remembering our life together

maine

i am,
but an illusion
an object of your desire,
your lust.
like a mythological creature
i emerge
my intoxicating perfume
trailing
fading.
i am but a facade,
a cover of my true self,
strangely erotic
exotic
neurotic.
screaming through my looking glass,
sheltered by my defense.

can u see whats behind my shell ...I am what u perceive of me.

So no longer pretend
That you can't feel it near
That tickle on your hand
That tingle in your ear
Oh ask it anything
Because it loves you dear
It's your most precious king
If only you could hear

And when you do
You'll find the one you need is you
You'll find you
Love you