wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Sunday, October 11, 2009. Listen to the music. Stand up for happiness. You’re the life for all of us. Stab, tear, bleed,. You’re the one we need. Looking at the pair,. You’d wish you weren’t there. A fullstop was written. Saturday, October 10, 2009. So, it arrives before the day.
wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Sunday, February 15, 2009. A green leaf falls. Pungling to the ground. The empty branch hangs over. Where death could be found. A cat licks up the poison,. Unknown it'll die,. Holding on to the discomfort. Possibly it'll just last the nigh. Time drips like blood. Tatooed on him, the words.
wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Thursday, September 24, 2009. This is the frame without a photo. This is a marriage with a no. This is a smile with false pretence. Because I told you so. There is no baby in the womb,. There is no corpse inside the tomb. There is the sun that’s blazing bright. While the sky’s dark in gloom.
wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. Run further than you can,. Step after step, breath after breath. Make it round the bend. Never stop running,. You'll lose to him. He is already within. Give up, go home,. Wail in my bed. Some part of me. Just wants to challenge fate. A fullstop was written. It’s you...
wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Saturday, April 25, 2009. Good old Blue Fingers. Ran into the town's square. With eyes askewed,. Widened eyes, electric movements. He screamed, he screamed. Plants never grow,. Flowers tell me lies. Seeds deceive the eyes! I watered them,. Not only fertilizers added,. Now, nothing's left,.
wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Friday, July 17, 2009. The emptiness I feel within,. Tears of sparks of which that. Fire would never begin. Water and air collide. Drowning, depriving, surviving,. I tried my best to hide. Your smile urges mine on,. Fiery warmth amidst the snow. Feelings just dont belong. Poor, poor patty,.
wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Sunday, June 28, 2009. Walking in velvet purple. Fingers joint in prayer. He walks to his throne. Now that I'm the heir,. Peace will prevail alone". He yeilded his sword,. Incribed by blacksmiths with doves. Threw it on the floor,. Together with his love. Injustice plagued the city,. SengKa...
wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Friday, January 30, 2009. A breeze of air gushes. In through the trees to the right. Sitting on a bolder. From dawn to night. A wizened old man. Supporting a beard of pearl. Blind, mute and deaf by choice. Dazed in his own world. I had a choice,. To go left or right". Stop the journey,.
wandering-poet.blogspot.com
The Wandering Poet
http://wandering-poet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html
A poet's journal rests before thy eyes. Unknown, the truth inside lies. Conformity it certainly defies. Yet it isn't the words of the wise. Ponder upon what you wonder. Gaze at what you see. But I'm the best I can be. Wednesday, November 25, 2009. You’ve been a huge pain,. Made me angry time and again. At times I feel like blasting at you. Worst is, you never knew. Ignorance never was bliss. Everything was amiss,. Boiling lava, magma,. I erupted but you scolded. Winds change and rock eroded. The guy, and.
