the ends rise....
the soul passes
without looking... once twice thrice
the forth just carasses

a stream flows
jolts memory's smile
the love book shows
she places my heart on trial.



wedding rings
i don't seek.
tears they bring.
subtly my heart turns agonizingly meek.

clearly the poise...
that lust touches..
makes no sway or voice..
like lovers dances

the moment is just a shield
something that just serves
which smile will inwardly fill?
eludes even my last nerves..

I end this now...
not with words
but just a bow
as the aching starts to works.

i woke up sad todae.
real damn sad.
been long since it's happen anyway...
years maybe i;d say
wow.. i woke up sad todae

p.s. same reason why i last felt this way.