We have moved on and become
prodigal in our distances.
It is as if a strange dialect has inserted itself between us.
The vowels have streched and
loosened our bonds.
Words are branching....
It is as if words themselves have
identities and are renaming themselves!
The "S" in Sorry is like the
hard rod your namesake
cast down as a serpent
to caution his foes.
I am wary of apologies...
My move....
I make a small step,
a tentative
step onward.
Your move....
A huge effortless big leap
of silly impulsiveness...
And we know the game is on.
Grin and bear it, friend
I think there are words, unspoken that speaks themselves.
Play on... Roll the dice,
And move on to the next square...
The game is ours!
12th Apr 04 1715
Beats. Blips. Stars on the floor. A colouful bridge. An effective human Alarm Clock.
And so there was this bunch of good souls pouring and sillying and making better killer beats than Zouk can offer, all done on a Bridge!! And we sungei-ed till there was no midnight charge!
And Close Ghost encounters???
It can'f get any better!
Thanx Guys...
18th April 2004 2345
this sunshine girl is sleeping
she falls and dreams alone
the world is full of noise...
i hear it all the time
You know i am your dagger,
You know i am your wound....
I thought i heard you whisper
it happens all the time..
12th Apr 2004 0036
