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
Why I Love You...
I love you from the very moment you have stared at me with the most beautiful eyes ever to glance my way... I love you because your smile lu...
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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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Midnight strikes... my guitar sits in a corner awaiting for my hands as I stared blindly at my TV here, in my room, where traces of yo...
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The look in his eyes is not the same as the one I remembered five years ago... This one has that trace of pride over a son who found...