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remember me when the wind passes
on your very cold shoulders

but instead do not look back
your stare confuses me more

instead pray for me
for i will soon enter the light

a distant memory
of a vivid past

recollecting innermost thouhgts
i scream in pain...

no more tears shall fall...
this is swear on my grave

tell me where it hurts more

the question i ask is rather not academic
but merely based on matters of faith, of love
and of every emotion that has now deserted me.

so now hte question,
whihc really is which
and how much pain is produced
by the trials of fire and of the heart.

pardon my constant instursion
i need to start a discussion
to end my constant illusion
and to be able to set things in motion

look not and scorn
i now stand on empty days
and coldest of nights
i fear even the light

somebody pleas turn of the light
its way past midnight
and i have yet to catch a rest
so tomorrow i can pretend
i am at par with the rest

stone by the beach

on quiet days like these i sit back
and recall all the yesterdays
that have come back and forth
like the crashing waves touching the shore

all the laughter and the tears..
the good and the bad ....
the thicks and thins that came by ...

i guess when its goodbye
the only thing that is left to do
comes up to you

and as waves come by
what is salty is something that
either is a part of me
or the water that never runs dry...

untitled

from the onset of dawn to dusk and to dawn. the
repeating cycle of life goes on..

like the setting of the sun all things must come
and pass. it is the inevitable that all things must
come to end. good or bad these things shall pass
and we are left with the memories that they have
ethced deep in our hearts.

what is left now is how we shall go on and face the
darkest of nights and the blackest of days... these
things too shall pass...

fear not, the only end to these is the final rest. that
faithful day when the reaper swings the scythe and
all that will be left is the memory of how life used to
be...

do not shed a tear for me... the last drop has fallen
a long time ago. the only thing that comes out are
products of mere imagination and illusion played by
the mind. ..

judge me not, people have done that long time. i
did my fair share of life and all it has to offer.. in the
end just visit the marker that has been dulled by
time and forgetten...

and remember just like the old popular saying
goes.. this too shall pass....I bid thee
adieu...please tell those who care that someday i
may pass by in forms never seen....