Looking down the barrel of Cupid's gun.(My Pandora)

I would have never known Love if not for her. Now I just dont know what Love is exactly coz its all too ambigous: the way that i felt that it will last fast forever still last but then it is also past. To forgive is to forget and that means leaving and letting go when promises were never menat to be broken and broken bridges to be mended!!!! The cracks open on the wall as the bricks looses and begin to fall. Construction in the wake of destruction, should i be fool for sympathy enuff to dare and lay all my soul bare for the world to see what she had done to me. No way i will never harm and hurt her ever.(this is just a harmless lament from my dastard heart). Even all the tirades and insults i heaped upon her were only experiments gone awry(SIGH!)out of inexperience. I thought things sholud be broken enuff to put into notice that it requires serious patching up instead of ignoring the little cracks and pretending that everything is intact when it aint at all. But i could never be proven more wrong and now i just cant bear the thought of parting, it is killing me. I would rather prefer death in front of her, i mean when she is still there. It will be a good day to die, the Brave in the Grave. What an Epitaph, how cool is that!

Dark as the Light

Time takes time to travel


we might always get down as well!


Maybe we will met somewhereon the other side of Hell!


Heavens can wait!

I have always been late

transgessing on the road to paradise,

waiting for an eclipse to rise!

I am really sorry (please don't forgive me)

Secret is a science
of disobeying your conscience.
Your heart is the great dictator
and you just have to obey the emperor...
It's a crime to say sorry,
It's a pleasure to have something to worry.
So keep it,( Sacred) as you would, a treasure!
don't flaunt it, (Even when you are) under pressure!
It's all your own, (And under its weight) u are going down!
you are a brave soul, (Naive though are) take it to the grave!

Heroes 4 1 day

There aint nothing cosmic about a cup of tea (or is it?).Ever heard of a storm in a teacup or as Carly Simon says"clouds in my coffee."But then i aint that vain and more i dont like coffee at all, it taste like burnt tea anyways. Well that aint my point here but with my morning cup of tea, i'm on board my spaceship to explore the planet for a day. I am the seeker, the adventurer constantly searching for things new to marvel and wonder at. Things to learn, places to go and people to meet. I am an Imaginaut and every singleday is something new. I am that child who looks outside the window at dawn and goes WOW! at the morning sun in all its glory.SIGH! if only but i do still try to live my life that way only through the eyes of a child. I take my time to marvel at things, to look into people, to act unto thoughts, it keeps me young and full of life. "i don't wanna grow up"@ the Ramones& Ummmm!Spidey told the D Devil that he is a wise ass but that's his ways of doing something at the same time rather that sitting on the couch and being politically correct watching the News and all that shite happening today in this war torn planet. That Guy maybe late for the pizza delivery but he never keeps them hungry.I try to follow him and do just that , make them say Cheese & Pepperoni ! Well, I aint gota Chain as yet and 'm delivering not that much right now. But I do imagine, I dream, I think& I do everyday right after my daily cup of tea.