My eyes the meaningful eyes
I can see I know
The pride fills the air
And I go around thrilled.
The mind, the body together
Act and display to the worldly pleasures
Where I am right and you are wrong
You and I are independent
And belong to no body
Money is power and love keeps you and I moving.
An era of selfishness
An age of self praise
I work so I eat, I live for myself

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Oh my lord!
I know you have been there
beside me
in my endless efforts
to reach an equilibrium
between ideas and executions
the dreams and realizations
The stuff within and the way it
shows up outside

I asked you for and chose
the pursuit of happiness
You made my life only an endless pursuit.

I wanted to have a dream to live with
You let my life be a dream

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Does God laugh?

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Iv got a new pair of glasses,i call them truth. I threw away the old ones,Inexperience and Youth. When i had them all i could see was how to behave like a brute,Bringing forth terrible deeds when i should have brought forth good fruit. In truth,d fruits werent really bad,just sour. we do the best we can with the knowledge we have in our power.

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THE WOMAN WAS NOT TAKEN

FROM ADAM'S FEET SO,WE SEE

SO HE MUST NOT ABUSE HER

THE MAENING SEEMS TO BE

THE WOMAN WAS NOT TAKEN

FROM ADAM'S HEAD,WE KNOW

TO SHOW THAT SHE MUST NOT RULE HIM

THIS EVIDENTLY SO

THE WOMAN WAS TAKEN

FROM UNDER ADAM'S ARM

SO SHE MUST BE PROTECTED

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I'm sitting on this wild candle
which burn my spirit
and eat my soul
i'm tired and i want some whater
but no one;s there to here my words.

If i would dare to kill the candle
and to defear it's warm support
who's gonna care my children
who's gonna rule my senses,,,,

Tonight i fall in great colision
and i don't know when it will stop
i must be god to see the future

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haunted house .address .lost from our wallet . we came into the house near past . light .satisfactory . sounds of a fine morning arrive . krishnakantaroy.hisfavorite carbon . krishnakanta roy . his intimate words . time loves us . monsoon returned somewhere . someone sees the moon . myth torn into pieces .

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JUGGLER
BALANCE MOVEMENT
STRETCH TENSION FLUIDITY
STRENGTH AGILITY ALIGNMENT CONTROL
STABILITY SPEED AWARENESS
TIMING PERCEPT?ON
ACCURACY INSIGHT
RESPONSE
all these tools are required
to reach the peaks of tasks inspired
from living lifes enduring quests
the countless motions,non suppressed

To have these skills and reap rewards
for each performance never to get bored

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We born like this
We had no choice
Open your heart
Have a good look at me
All I am looking for your acceptance!

I am what I am
Take me as the same
Love me for what I am
Open your heart
Have a good look at me!

We were poor, hunger
We had no hope
We are helpless
We all forced to live

All I am looking for your acceptance
Open your heart
Have a good look at me!

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bread ---hairy . and lipstick ---dark --- clasps the head of our light to kiss .

dark water --- passionate . trembling in the touch of that light in the black . songs . and laughters . the tune of our songs getting inside your laughter .

shape . and darkness . light in its shoes ---the dance coming to the floor .

come , lets go !

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Here is a poem that I thought of today whilst sitting in my car...always keep a good pad with you to write or draw all these odd revelations that occur..for these are the important issues that need to be expressed to others sometimes.
Relax.
Wait,for a moment
there is something you need to do
can you feel it,sense it
it's part of you.

What is it saying
can you hear
can you feel

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i've had this feeling
tingletoe tipping
hauntcreep crawling
i've been thinking
letting it go
they come
broken ablaze
in sleep
in the dark
always alive
i see them
inside you
but shhh...
i won't tell
not a word
fingertip tripping
i've had this feeling

she was quiet at first
i listened...
i woke myself
screaming

i needed you there
i needed to know

but i had words

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The night is asleep
But the thoughts are not
The body aches
From a long day’s task
Yet it refuses to rest

The mind floats
With a multitude of sorrows
Of the past days mistakes
Coming back
In an intangible flesh

Let go of me
The soul cries out
Let their be peace
In my nights and days
Within and without

The reckoning in the dark
Leaves the spirit in disquiet

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You are what I feel; you are what is left every time all is taken from me, you are not my soul but you are my core. You are all I wanted to be, you have everything I don’t have, that is why you deserve my attention, you deserve more than that. You deserve my existence.

Everything you are is what I failed to reach.

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I am not the girl you think I am....

I am an actress living my life as if I was on stage...
I portray the character of a savage, a radical, an extremist, an anarchist, an agnostic....
a person without a heart, without a soul....
a person who is sick of routine, sick of conformity, sick of conventions....
I am someone who pretends to be happy...
Someone who pretends to be strong...

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I am sure that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

The three is all that is good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I will never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

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Waking up alone beneath the dawn

Dropping a needle in a new life again,

The street light still shines weakly,

Restlessly, the minute hand carves out a guideline

Boredom is one of many facts, a landscape i see sometimes

An actor and actress looking back to the past

I wouldn't miss it for the world

Get up! Get up! Walking, sleeping, keep on moving, slowly

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F – for when I was down he gave me a hand
And I thought I’d already understand.

R – remember the date of Kholen’s birthday?
That time I never thought that you would stay.

A – anxiety left me when I fell for him
Although it is not what I always seem.

N – nevertheless, I am so used to it
His mischief turns out to be a habit.

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I am feeling Poetic justices
Horrible and fragile
A fine actor leaving
Good and evil
Tears falling, abandon
Forced shock ruminations
In Brittle inevitability
Most of life he captured briefly
With excruciating pain ending
My fascination with poetic justices
And the death of Bernie Mac
Overshadowing everything
Apart from Beijing
China earning a place in history

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I hate to say these words, “I still loved you”
For now you turned to be my one bad foe.
I didn’t recognize any effort
‘Coz what you have done is not of some sort.

I’ve read all of your sweet text messages
Words that tickle girls of every ages,
But after all the money you’ve wasted
I still do feel I’m taken for granted.

Why did you cut our communication?

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