I wake up all day to sleep the night
To glide far away from reality
into my world of fantasy

Evil Insomnia

Fantasy no more
Battle of the bed lost

Listening to the sound of music
The silent language between anguished lovers
Ones who are vanquished by the mighty storm of tradition and norm.

they walk the beach together under two separate sunsets and they dance the night together void of each other’s arms. They travel together in two separate cars, sleep under the same roof in two separate rooms, he with his bride, she with her groom. A romance that died before it was born !  

Words were never spoken, though the eyes spoke

Vows were never broken, and the hearts broke

The unspoken is taboo
The untold is true
The unsaid is “ I love you”

#romance #love #brokenheart #

sitting here in paradise but my mind is elsewhere, thinking of vice.  i want to make a move, again!  feels like its time to throw the dice! but there is a voice in me that says "don't vagabound like mice".  time slow down and be lazy. listen to sound advice!

bourdem is staying too long in a place without seeing its paradise.

living in paradise like mice....its paramice
dreaming of crossing the ocean to see the mountains of ice...
living in paradise like headless mice
wearing my shades of vice

Against the odds of wind, earth and fire , she started as a seed that was washed by the rain from the common land of trees. On the steep ***** of mountain red , where all rocks are dead, the tree that should not be some how came to being.  

She is not  your everyday green! Her colors came to be in a desert that was once a sea ! She stands tall in this place we call fear!  Some would say that she is lonely up there where no plant has ever set roots; others would say it’s serendipity and nothing more. Tales will be told and theories will unfold about a life that devoured mainstream folklore. But in the end, it’s the likes of that mountain tree that created giant leaps!

The last mile has always been so close yet so far.

sweat and tears; broke, and living in fear. All  sacrificed for the big bold dream .  It keeps him alive .  The man will not stop unless he dies.

The WILL to BE defies all logic. It lifts him into the magic . This  man is uber, this knight is super!

He sees the glitter far in the horizon...one more mile,  just one last valley....the finish line is in that alley.

Ah, he is slowing down, his feet are sinking in the sand.. his ego hates this aching game... so it whispers in his ears, “ hey, look there, look harder , can’t you see?  Lady Luck is serving You a new winning hand.”

At the last mile, yet again, he abandons an old dream to pursue this new theme.

All the blisters, the sweat and tears matter no more! He will start all new, down the rabbit hall, toward a novel goal!

And in circles he goes, all scattered he lives: one day south and the next day north!  

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She's planting out her window box
Young shoots are showing through
She thinks about the Springtime
And the garden she once knew

There were primroses and daffodils
Sweet violets white and blue
She thinks about her husband
And when their love was new

Buds and blooms open up
They scent and colour Summer long
She thinks about those happy days
When they were young and strong

Sunset's falling sooner now
Petals drop, the show is done
She gathers up her Winter shawl
Prepares for what’s to come

Sitting in the morning sun, setting the sails,  
destination north,
towards a brave new world,

Just like the days back then, when all was new , novel and true…
It’s time to sail that boat, far away from this port
towards a brand new world.

Boats are made to sail.. birds are made to fly
and men are made to try multiple folds in multiple worlds.  Did, corporations captivate all hope ? Did monotony morose all souls? Did boredom close all doors??  

It’s high time to sail that boat, far away from this port
towards the brave new world.

Don’t know what awaits me this time, but I know what I am to leave  behind.  It was ebb and tide.. In this port it wasn’t all bright nor was it all naught.   Along with the crystal beach and parties on the hill, came love , passion, heartbreaks and cold chills.

All what has been shall be again…. All what I feel shall be felt again in the new found land..Yet with new scenes, new sounds and new scents!