The choicest of letters
only fetters
the ineffable that
Your Eyes are.
The ineffable that
Your Eyes are
betters
the choicest of letters.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
I am a mystery to myself. I am the devil; I am the saviour; I am the victim; I am the beast; I am God. I am the story behind each story; the untold, the fabricated, the within, the without; the fuel, the discard. I am the candle that fades away in the sun, the darkness that is visible; I am the unshaped before the mirror, but what shapes everything. I am the deepest desire that cannot be desired. I am the Mysterious Dr. Ramsey, within you!
Monday, February 8, 2010
That Tight Hug
The gentle breeze
The starry night,
Have all the charm
With you in sight.
The leaves, they swayed
My mind, not made
Your hand, I take?
Or hair I rake.
The gentle breeze, the starry night,
The leaves that swayed, But you in sight
brings order.
They barked, they ran
But surely did fan
The gentle breeze, the air.
You shiver, and hold
my arms, and fold-
I feel your hair.
That tight hug.
That tight hug?
No, the world.
It unfurled
The fury of joy,
And an alloy
Of you and me –
Now we.
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