Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
A Special Love
How can I compare your beauty
to other faces?
You seduce me in the sunshine
unashamedly, knowing I cannot
look away.
My soul cries out more, more,
and again I search your dark eyes
until I'm strapped in a trance like
state.
You proceed to tease
my lips with your tongue delegating
my mind
to your ocean, where I glide above
the
surface gushing with exhilaration.
Your bouquet fills my face and
body
projecting me to hovering heights
that have my heart
racing in a
lover's embrace.
Yet, you free me
to further savour your endless
delights,
till I cannot get enough,
and consume you like an army
of leaf ants would ravage to build
their home.
Just as I can feel the slip into the
next dimension,
a painless place free of blame,
I open my eyes and you sit
there waiting.
to other faces?
You seduce me in the sunshine
unashamedly, knowing I cannot
look away.
My soul cries out more, more,
and again I search your dark eyes
until I'm strapped in a trance like
state.
You proceed to tease
my lips with your tongue delegating
my mind
to your ocean, where I glide above
the
surface gushing with exhilaration.
Your bouquet fills my face and
body
projecting me to hovering heights
that have my heart
racing in a
lover's embrace.
Yet, you free me
to further savour your endless
delights,
till I cannot get enough,
and consume you like an army
of leaf ants would ravage to build
their home.
Just as I can feel the slip into the
next dimension,
a painless place free of blame,
I open my eyes and you sit
there waiting.
MAN
Man goes into the noisy crowd
to drown his own clamour of
silence.
Man is immortal; therefore he must
die endlessly.
For life is a creative idea;
it can only find itself in changing
forms.
Man's abiding happiness is not in
getting anything
but in giving himself up to what is
greater than himself,
to ideas which are larger than his
individual life,
the idea of his country,
of humanity,
of God.
to drown his own clamour of
silence.
Man is immortal; therefore he must
die endlessly.
For life is a creative idea;
it can only find itself in changing
forms.
Man's abiding happiness is not in
getting anything
but in giving himself up to what is
greater than himself,
to ideas which are larger than his
individual life,
the idea of his country,
of humanity,
of God.
Insomnia
Its a calm night, i've been lying in my bed for a while now. Its not that i've any problem with lying but not getting any sleep is the problem. I wonna call someone but i just don't wonna wake her up at this ungodly hours. Furthermore she took some tablets which normally makes one drowsy. I can't help but think of her in the hope that she might help me get that elusive sleep. The more i think about her, the more i miss her. How i wish she was lying her beside me...
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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