Blooming

Obscure,
But still so divulging,
Let me admire your beauty,
As it would not be there for long,
The sight,
The vision,
Of flawless beauty,
And great admiration,
How can I raise myself,
To your stature,
As to have the sensational feeling,
Of being in your presence,
I can only imagine,
How I would stand back,
To admire the beauty,
Before it would fade away again and again,
I am now,
I am the seeker,
The seeker waits for the time,
Before he can get in,
Until then he will sit,
And be in awe of the magnificence
I realize,
How the moon is full today,
But I cannot wait,
For it will never happen again.

This is for that special someone (wink) (wink)
guess this one.

Hunter and the eclipse

Disturbing the peace,
Will I be forgiven for this feat? ,
At this point I don’t care,
As the feat is sacred to me,
I wish I could achieve,
The aspiration I set out for,
For the failure,
Will break me down,


The wolf,
The eclipse,
The time arrives,
For my ritual,
Be quiet,
Don’t perturb the holy silence,
This won’t take any long,
My ritual is my bliss,


The hunter,
The wolf,
Surrender now,
Or suffer for longer,
Time is little,
The rustling in the bush,
Is only a distraction,
Don’t worry,

The feat is committed,
The innocence is disturbed,
The fucking hunter,
Took away what he could never return,
The eclipse is over,
The hunter leaves the scene,
There are clouds of guilt,
Till another full moon.

Please explain to me what this means. I know what it does but I dont want to know. Let me return to the times I could not.

Btw any comments on this poem will be appreciated

GREY... As a soul

I m not here to define myself today but to question you. Question you about all the things you have done and the crimes you have committed. Why do you inspire me? Why are you forced to make me write hell make me feel. I don't want to feel anymore. I don't. I just fuking don't. Let me lay I this dump I used to call my life. I forgot how to smile and let me be the way I was. Words. Songs. For me they have became a way of life. A religion I sway my head to without realizing how it changes me and morphs me into an immortal dying to get out of this. Even though I feel alive I don't want to. Take me back to the days when I was grey. A part of the concrete jungle. I don't want to be different. Go and play your flute somewhere else. You ain't getting paid and don't hope I will do that.

To MJK

Swaying my head to Blue by APC

"Blue"

I didn't want to know
I just didn't want to know
Best to keep things in the shallow end
Cause I never quite learned how to swim
I just didn't want to know
Didn't want,
didn't want,
Didn't want,
didn't want

Close my eyes just to look at you
Taken by the seamless vision
I close my eyes,
Ignore the smoke,
Ignore the smoke,
Ignore the smoke
Call it aftermath,
she's turning blue
Such a lovely color for you
Call an aftermath,
she's turning blue
While I just sit and stare at you
Because I don't want to know
I didn't want to know
I just didn't want to know
I just didn't want

Mistook the nods for an approval
Just ignore the smoke and smile
Call it aftermath,
she's turning blue
Such a lovely color for you
Call it aftermath,
She is turning blue
Such a perfect color for your eyes
Call it aftermath,
she's turning blue
Such a lovely color for you
Call it aftermath,
she's turning blue
While I just sit and stare at you
I don't want to know

The cold war was intensifying and launch of the space shuttle had spurred a new battle. A new battlefield was recongnized. Who would make a better space program and execute it to perfection? A hunger for information had been initiated. The government was hungry for information. A number of spies were in America and new delegations were being prepared. It was not a question of if but when I would be drafted. The black mark finally arrived in the mail and it was time for me to be oblated in the name of country.

Supporting myself against the wall, I stood up. The pressure was taking its effect on me. Regaining my conciousness the first thiing I saw were the words "I was a hero, I am a man now". The date stated under it made me feel it was dejavu. I felt a sting inside my throat. It was a sting of reality. Bitter reality. How long had I been here? Since I remember, forever. I had always created a prison for myself. I was my own slave. Do I deserve this? Nothing, a blank mind. No answer. I managed to say a few words. No sense. No meaning. Darkness. Suffocation. I gasped for breath as I thought of my future. A warm tear bubbled inside my eye. Daring enough to make its way down my face and ended its journey at my chin. As it fell on the ground, it was followed by silence. The silence was broken by laugh. An endless laugh. Hollow laugh. I do not know when I stopped laughing. I guess my mind finally realized that I was escaping this hell today.