Wasted Chairs.
Fading Orange cherries.
A dead mind.
Haunted Blackberries.
A step closer to hope.
A step away from loss.
A black and white vision.
Away from all the gloss.
A little hint, a falling leaf.
A shelter. A failing rhyme.
Tired dogs of war.
Somewhere, lost in time.
A long note. A deserting smile.
Below the Canopy. A liar.
A baffled existence
A candle. A burning desire.
A scotch. A drunk throat.
Shaky. Changed by a whip.
An outcry. A lost battle.
Outright Failure. Losing a grip.
The son rises.
Surging ahead.
Some kind of glory.
It’s all in de head.
What is left behind?
Another heart-beat, another time.
The new is heavenly, as it seems.
An attractive shelter, yet a failing rhyme.
4 comments:
The 'SON' rises???
:p
@chip: It's not a typo! :)
hmm..i dont know what 'new' you are referring to, but anything 'new' is better than the meaningless'old'. keep moving and changing, there is only power in change! :).
btw there is a super radical shift in the contents of ur posts, hmmm.. whats happening :P
@rize: Really? A change! Well, "anything 'new' is better than the meaningless'old'". So, am just moving and changing and even the other way round! :-P
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