Purple love...

Purple flowers in the ground

sitting lonely without a sound

hoping that you would see the love

that was sent from angels above

my heart was open and given to you

then you chose to rip it in two

the flowers are still in the ground

and now a sigh is my only sound

you say we are still friends and that you love me

but when your with him how can this be

I am the purple and not the green

the willow has chose blue, in his eyes she see`s

my heart beats on for new love I have found

as I now plant different flowers in the ground

Timeless Love

I always thought we'd grow old together.
Facing each new day.
But now, in the tears that fall upon my face.
Your memory fades away.

We walked with our problems in silence.
Dawn falling into dusk.
Leafs collecting at our cold and tired feet.
Along with what grieved us.

In my bedroom, surrounded by empty walls.
I want to scream and shout.
My mouth opens, but the tortured words...
Just won't come out.

You! This man I began to love.
Got lost for a "Nothing".
Everything we'd built, destroyed.
Over one careless fling.

Used to think I was so lucky.
I had it all.
Nothing unknown is knowable, so depressed.
You just watched me fall.

My heart bleeds.
The snow becomes red.
How life has mocked you.
Were you ever here? memories gone, dead.

Your like salt on an open wound.
Reminding me you once were here.
Warm like the blood in my veins.
The love I had for you, so dear.

In my distorted, broken dreams.
So empty, yet real.
I'm floating through air.
I touch your face, hoping to feel.

This frozen silence belongs to you.
I'm all that you see.
I only want revenge.
Giving back what you gave to me.

Sorry I loved you so.
And you didn't feel the same.
When I think of what could have been.
What a waste! Such a shame!

Stone by stone, I'll re-build my life.
I'm stronger when hardest hit.
I know only to well.
This is the time I must never quit.

My conscious asks the question.
I long to hear.
Is the grass really greener on the other side?
My conscious asks the question.
I will always fear.

Calling YOU...

I don’t know if you’re pushing me away or pulling me closer
I don’t know where I stand
I don’t know what you want from me
Or if you care at all

Your words lash out and hurt
Then lovingly draw me in
I don’t know what you want from me
Do you want this to end

Don’t turn tables
Or place this on me
Just come out and tell me
What it is you want

I can’t read minds
I don’t know where I stand
Are you pushing me away
Or are you going to finally let me in

Love Hurts

You told me that you loved me

why did you leave me to cry in the cold

you swore this time was different

why does that line seem so old

You told me I was the only one

who could make you feel that way

you told me that you cared about me

so why didnt you stay

All the nights you laid with me

alone in the dark in my bed

now I finally realize

you were just messing with my head

Love is such a powerful word

a word people often misuse

something they take for granted

something they beat and abuse

My wounds run deep inside me

there's blood all over the place

I think I’ve really lost it this time

Im ashamed to show my face

The day we parted...

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:—
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

Love to Remember

I could Imagine what love can bring
The flowers bloom, in the midst of spring
I see a ray of light with your smile
And yet somehow I see it die

I thought I was in love
Maybe I just have no job
But knowing you gives me the pleasure
Of having a friend that I can treasure

And though love resides in this heart of mine
I know for sure that i will not be devine
I can see flowers when I look at you
But some how it makes me blue

Just remember.....
With this love that i hold for you
A friend in me you'll always find is true.

I solemnly swear...

Looking back on the past
that we made long ago,
I find the memories were stories
left far too untold.

As I reminisce upon
the love that we shared,
I wish that your lies,
to me you had spared.

Going back to those feelings
that once were so strong,
I feel that my weakness
was you all along.

Thinking back to the words
"I solemnly swear,
I'll be with you forever,
I'm going nowhere."

Just wanting to feel
that undying heat,
my heart and yours;
a harmonious beat.

Wishing and hoping,
that one day we'll meet;
and again, "forever,"
we'll solemnly speak.

Let it Fall...

One more anti-hero worship
from the depths
of some enigmatic fool
that left the suburbs
for the open fields
of post modern flight from hell.
No, not from the quakes
or the rumblings of racism,
that stench we all tend
to want to get rid of,
but the fact that there
were just too many things wrong.
So off I went to the last
journey of my youth,
through the pubs and alleys
of Kolkata that served
many nights of reckless talk
and the establishment be damned.
There goes Happy House, Scream
and all those open up at 10 pm
party houses, where you paid 5 bucks
to drink yourself to life,
and walk out Saturday morning at 6 am
like the kind demons we were.
And dance the pain that we had
kept for the week
and wonder what 30 would be like
and if the Virgin Prunes
were right about
"If I die I die".
But then, that love in your soul
the one that makes you write
and pour out those false indignities
that caress your heart and mind
for after all we've been through
stars have their moments and then they die.

Butterfly

Butterfly…
Your beautiful wings,
The body I lusted over,
Never once was the message truly clear,
In the times that I held you dear,
For I was messed up,
But never, ever wanted to give you up,

Please don’t fly away, from me,

Your warmth, your touch,
I remember, your laughter,
I wanted to hear it so much,
Your tears would hurt me so,
If I could just hold you,
And never, ever let you go…

Please don’t flap your wings… stay with me,

For I need you, as you are worth… more to me,
More than flowers, as they will just die,
Don’t look me in the eye, as I will just cry,
For the boat that I missed, has already set sail,
It sails, far far away…probably never to return,
Will I morn its loss, will I ever forget? ?
Only time will tell I guess, but love always leaves a mark,
But the difference is, this time… it’s to close to my heart…
Fly away pretty butterfly, as I now set you free…
But please, please…don’t ever forget your time with me…

SUN

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere,
in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

The Seagull !!!

A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free
I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight
The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly

Dead End

Serenity tasted the venom
Delt that agony with sardonic smile
To be burried awaywith this enlit flesh
Leaving the wear of bone

....as memory fade that sink deeper
I tell myself that it dosn't matter
mold upon the stone and the resilence will

To the ideals: curve the structures
To the realms: that resins flutter
that carry of rising desire
Subliminal waves to drawn me in

scattered
in what i once believed
is now an afterthought
look back you can't see a footstep
roads bend down warded
leadGilded dirt path inwards solemn feed

aeons of mistrust
Vastness of minds
to filter wordless dream

....that chaos reign encaged
to carry forth
To what it becamethe lost futures fleed
down the dark pathsshape mud key

Hope

When gravity
Finally splits and crumbles
And the earth
Falls back into the stars,
When all our desperate dreams
Have sunk back down
Into the muck,
And our laughter and pain
Fossilized
In ice cold rock,
The moment will come
Deep within
The unimagined twists and whirls
Of space and time
When we recrystalize,
Unfettered by
The crawling speed of light.

The Final Darknesss

Precariously balanced
On slender threads
Of meaning and hope,
We restlessly
Unfold
From one moment
Into the next,
Like a spider spinning
Its clever web;

Here, on this blue speck
Tickled by the raging sun,
We ceaselessly invent
And reinvent ourselves,
Weaving comforting dreams
From the silk of failure;

With a semblance of logic
We proclaim our freedom,
Demand our just rewards;
We love
We squander
We hate--
We immortalize
The dead;
Though mere fledglings
In the eye
Of the cockroach,
Newborns
In the quaking shadow
Of Tyrannosaurus Rex,
We revel in our youthful folly,
And project ourselves
Toward the farthest stars;

Impelled by some strange immutable force,
We plan, we build,
We defy astronomical odds--
While slowly from the unimagined distance
The final darkness
Comes.

Kids of the Dead

Trapped like flies
In sticky sap
The more they struggle,
The more they collapse;

Enveloped with guilt,
Like a burning ooze,
With no reprieve,
They endure the past;

Nowhere to go--
Neither forward
Nor back--

Like the desert,
Parched and cracked,
They can only wait
For the winter rain.

My Wish

laugh all day, cry all night,
always saying nothings wrong,
everythings alright,
never wanting to admit

how you really feel inside
because all you really want
to do is run away and hide

i wish, just wish that..
maybe, just maybe
i could lose myself in a world
that wasn’t my own,
a world where only
you and I exist.

night and day would become
one in the same,
every problem in the world
would melt away.

WAIT

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;

Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .

And the Master so gently said, "Wait."
"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.

"Lord, I need answers,

I need to know why!

Is your hand shortened?

Or have you not heard?

By faith I have asked,

and I'm claiming your Word.
"My future and all to which I relate Hangs in the balance,

and you tell me to wait?

I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,

Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe, We need but to ask, and we shall receive.

And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:

I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate, As my Master replied again,

"Wait." So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, And grumbled to God,

"So, I'm waiting for what?"
He seemed then to kneel,

and His eyes met with mine . . . and He tenderly said,

"I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.

I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.

You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.

You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.

You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;

You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.

You'd not know the joy of resting in Me

When darkness and silence are all you can see.
"You'd never experience the fullness of love

When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.

You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,

But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
"The glow of my comfort late into the night,

The faith that I give when you walk without sight.

The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask

From an infinite God who makes what you have last.
"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,

What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,

But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.
"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see

That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.

And though oft My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."