Here in the dusk
a trembling hand
holds the pen
against this parchment
the ink is screaming
to be written
but the poet
ran out of words
to write
… and so he slept.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
"Sexy Eyes..."
As i sit here in the balcony, The city streets of Abu Dhabi glimmer as the night creeps in... Here i am, alone.... My fishes dance in my aqu...
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Smokin’ my Marlboro at 2:30AM... A glass of vodka perspires Like a lover lost in the limbo of lust Twenty five square meters of emptine...
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I asked God for love, beauty, and peace in my life. He gave me you. I found it too much for a guy like me. I asked questions....
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…and here I am, standing in front of this tree reminiscing those moments when it used to be you and me… We made a promise (do you reme...