Flash in the pan

See-saw

Ethno me sore

-Rise

Or do we fall within? Be-littled by consuming sensation

Can we feast daily?

Gorge the soul!

Flippant to flutter?

Even the oak

Breathes from the breeze.

Wafting stalwart

His toes hardened, roots planted for life

to Ascend.

Growing beyond.

Dying to live.

Is he conscious of the sapling? Or does he find it just pure sappy-

Does the internal eye negate the world?

let the sparks ignite,

even when we are pyre-wood.

PHYSICAL PHYSICAL: The Other (Wo)Man's Story

you picked your own roads in the end,

you towered beside a younger pretty face .

you gasped, entwined yourself with her until i was

but a shadow from times gone by. still

it is that tower of man that beckons to me again; and 

i dream of kneeling in its shadow where

i shall cry ecstasy.

Slumdog soundtrack

D: It is written

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one:
An ode to the Convergence

EPIC

Earth born and bound, we kiss the soil we share
Placid, in the Galaxy, souls lay bare
I am but a slumdog millionaire-

Canter in.




Farewell.
Escape artists we must so-journ,
as we are accustomed
and adjourn.