October

Her breath will chill me and the sense of purpose will turn me over, coming winter, orange colours....

stargazing and lifting my head up,
caught in the cold without shoes,
I don't feel anything these days...except indecision and forgotten ways...
stargazing and lifting my head up...
caught in the heat with too many socks...

TUESDAY....

Back to work, back to life, pick myself up and wipe off the strife

Back to you, back to me, as soon as I get another,
I'll get back to that,

Back to soon or not soon enough, will we ever
get back to the stuff...we thought we do, we knew we had to....

back, back, back.....

SUMDAY

A solution in search of a problem,
A day without regret, A knife inside the kettle
of a place we haven't been yet,

A time without an instance of sway
A tax upon my reason, A king without a nation
in a land that confounds my conscious,

These things I am trying to know,
These places I want to find.

may I...

may listen to you and may you listen to me,
are we allowed to be friends and disagree?

Can I see the way you look at the world as you see the way I do...does it always come down to idealogies, and philosophies?


Are you doomed to be over there, while I am over here?
Will we never meet, share a joke, half a seat?

Saturday and Sundays....

hunting on the fruited plain
and the waves of amber grain have withered,
although fading, not yet dead, there's still hope to figure it all out and wiggle out of this trend.

A FREE DAY A BIRTHDAY WISH

you were born today as you are born everyday,
every day that passes is a moment that surpasses the one that came before..
I've spent a life trying to get back to the friends we were so long ago...for our relationship has dwindled slowly over time..

Happy Birthday