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sometimes I'd like to
crush your thoughts
and throw them to a pit
or hide them somewhere far
so you won't go looking for them

sometimes I'd like to burn your dreams
so they become just ashes
and bury them in some
harsh-drenched ground
away from your reach

sometimes I'd like to see you submit
to life's atrocities
and bow to its control
over your adamant yearning
and hard-wearing guise

or maybe
just maybe

all I really just want
is to see you cry,
just see you cry,
and turn to me for strength

sometimes...
even just sometimes...

-thanks for the pic fireball-

every time, every day....

i see you

but you never see me....

the way i want you to.....

i like you....you know

this is not something i take as nonsense

because i really do like you...

really......

Turning the knob on the door
I sense your presence inside the room
have you been to a merry-go-round chase again?
or did you content yourself with playing
hide-and-seek?

there is nothing wrong with resisting
it shows our willpower
but you seem not to exercise your freedom
to feel happiness and contentment
what seems to be missing?

I still could not figure you out
even after all these years
you are not supposed to be in this way
and I am not supposed to be in this way

we’ve been through all these
and we are back to square one again
and somehow we become stuck in the middle
of all these chaotic phases of uncertainty
I reach out
you fall back
and we play tug-of-war again
for the millionth time

playing name-the-happy-memories
no longer fills our afternoons
even the coffee table at the attic
could no longer utter our names
least of all tell some things about us

we become blank canvasses
and you made it happen
and you dragged me into it
inside your isolated world
and I became a part of it
unintentionally

I still could not figure you out
even after all these years
you are not supposed to be in this way
and I am not supposed to be in this way

we

 -thanks for the pic alexei-

lamenting memories...........

take me back in time.....................

Thinking back.

I remember.

How you’ve always

been there.

Willingly, lovingly,

for me

every step of the way.

Somehow,

life’s burden

seems shallow

and bearable.

Where I’ve been

there you where.

Extending a hand.

To help me stand.

Memories.

Would have never

been better

meaningful

worth remembering if you haven’t

been.

A part.

From the start.

Time may pass.

With no words uttered

to each other.

But we both know.

We do.

That words

are never enough.

For me to say.

In every way.

What a wonderful life.

It is.

For the reason.

That you are

holding my hand

and i am holding unto yours 

the whole time.

The tie that binds.

Us.

Still remains.

And has

always been

there though unseen.

We alone.

Know.

We alone.

Understand.

How a smile

from a brother.

Even from a mile

away.

Can turn

each day

into something.

Worth living.

Into something

Worth remembering.

A smile.

A helping hand

From you

Helps me get through

The rough times

Every moment with

You

Is a treasure anew

Somehow it seems

I am blessed

And I feel that life

Is complete

Because you are near

And here

Always with a loving heart

Always.

We may not talk

Every minute, every day

But still

I wanna say

Your being there

Is already enough

And there’s nothing more

Fulfilling

Than to know

That I have found

That comfort

And love

In you

My brother

My friend....

-thanks for the pic mammuth-

I was never a coffee addict until my best friend introduced me to caffeine addiction…now I am hooked…cant seem to get enough of the aroma and heavenly taste….at home, at work, caffeine is my medicine…..give me some more….its a good thing caffeine is not taken through other means like intramuscularly or intravenously……if it is I would have been the number one candidate for skin surgery because of full-scarred body…..sign me up for a full body reconstruction doctor….eeww…..so morbid….and to think I like watching horror movies….films with blood scattered all over…..but of course if its my body that they’re gonna do some incision here and there…..that’s another story…..ill say adios and run right away…..caffeine at night is the best…..under the starry moonlit sky…..i am not the romantic sort of individual but…..with caffeine…suddenly I see the sky with so much loving aura…..ill give you the moon and the stars if youll say yes…..hmmmm……the usual guy crap…..how about a big ranch? And tour around the world? Will you give those to me too?......hehehe….you see im not really the material type of girl….just a reality-thinker…i mean……c’mon man…..just promise me something that can be done without hocus pocus and magic……you cannot give me that moon and stars up there…..what would happen to my late night caffeine moments under the starry moonlit night huh?.........caffeine invigorates my system…..well if you can call can’t-sleep hours invigorating…..and big black eye bags all over….might as well try that make-up thing-y…..or I could just go to work right away and scare them and have them fulfill their dreams of seeing a real mummy in jeans and shirt for the first time….get away from us…..you…you….mummy!!!.....now im in a scary movie…..hmmmm….i don’t like the idea kiddo…….might as well paint my face in black and join the cult three blocks from where I live…..but I don’t wanna be chosen as their sacrifice either so I have to pass also…..am I still talking about caffeine?.....not anymore?....wheww….might have slipped from my mind…..so back to caffeine…..i have to tell you this…..honestly, the first time I drank coffee…..many years ago…..i slept right away because of head pain…..but that was history….now I embrace caffeine….drinking caffeine also eases heartbreaks……..”swing swing from the tangles of, my heart is crushed by a former love, can you help me find a way to carry on again”……singing through the song with a cup of coffee in hand and dancing to the beat….man…..treasured moments….minus the tears I have to say……never cried through those breakups…..overly that is…..i move on……caffeine also brings back memories of me and my dad….i was his coffee maker when im home…..black with just a teaspoon of sugar…..yup pop…..right away….. pop was a caffeine addict also…..every minute…guess its in the blood…..some kind of a genetic make-up maybe……passed on and inherited by future generations……and I belong to the lucky ones…..caffeine also warms me up…..especially in cold weather……nothing is more calmer during a rainy season than sitting by the window drinking coffee and staring at the raindrops outside….makes you want to go outside and let those droplets caress your skin…….as long as you are one healthy individual with superb resistance……..otherwise……you’ll be confined in the hospital with recurring colds and headaches throughout the year…….not a good picture I should say………caffeine is also good for meeting and gaining new friends…..wow!! you like coffee too? Whats your favorite?  Mine is black…yeah, me too!!!........and the conversation by the coffeeshop  moves on to constant phone calls and other things….next thing you know…..you already have a family!!!!.......great!!!....great????......okay…..erase….erase….erase..........caffeine is also an energy drink……it’ll provide you amazing energy and strength to fight sleep that is……so to the insomniacs out there…….cheers!!!.........

To be continued…..

-thanks for the pic ipy-

Being dragged down

from the self-constructed pedestal

finally injected the sound

of my being human after all.

Gone were the imaginings

and pretentious beings

that devoured the sense

of life and reality in me.

I was led into a worn-out path,

where the mantra I came to acclaim 

left me in vain and without an aim

Where songs can no longer be heard

 except for the theory of a departed.

 And breaking away

 from the monotonous portrait

 of a decayed life,

 rendered me bait

 to the subliminal atrocities

 of the demented crowd.

 Adopting the hours

 of hiding the scars

 from the madding eyes

 and the veiled lies

 of the tyrants

 who took jubilation in my descent.

 A forsaken life I embraced.

 Where the only reality imparted

 was the theory of a departed.

 Stringed words in vain

 the theory of a departed

 hanging by a thread

 conjuring hope for the sane

 and lucid minds.

 But somehow it seems

 that my induced deafness

 has left nothing but,

 lamenting memories

 and remnants

 of the incantations

 I used to exalt.

 Of the wisdom left behind by my father,

 Embedded in the theory of a departed.

-thanks for the pic tolga-

silence and stillness envelop the place

as each pace taken symbolizes love

here, were men who have fought with blaze

reaching to us and to the above

with courage, they fought the battle alone

and in their eyes, never was a tear

waiting for the sun that never shone

and in their hearts, never was a fear

the echo of the bell was near and calm

signaling peace for the weary souls

in the air lingers every psalm

spoken from every tongue to recall

now only a part of history

each who had left everything for honor

and those who’ll no longer feel the agony

but praises for their humble valor

in the vast soil, there mightily stood

carved stones with names engraved

each symbolizing conquest and truth

and traces of lives that were saved

-dedicated to all the brave souls of wars-

-----thanks for the pic Dumitru-----

Maybe it was because of illogical rationale that did it, or maybe it was not. Sometimes a mind can play tricks and distinguishing one real from another sham takes longer than expected.  A bogus reasoning sheds its skin and can appear real to a baffled mind.  And a phony affection, even more so.  She thought it was real, only to be confronted by the truth --- that reality is not that common a word. And we only see things in the nature that we want them to be.  The irony of situations.  Many are blinded.

She has always associated emotions to alley dead-ends and torn photographs.  A no way out and a lifeless representation.  She is a rock, she would always say, and no one can tear her apart…but she was wrong and fooled. Staring at the canvas for so long rendered her senses numbed and hollowed. She was just a vain pursuant of a silhouette masterpiece in the dark. Traces of