Skin has Memory-Smashed face Update

|We Must|

Give us a reason to die-death
There is none but all must.

Even the sun
And with it the Moon

All we see perishes
All we live dies in that moment

The stars die slowly
A twinkling death to dark

A fox howls in pain
Deep in the night.

Sun eYe

The sun has eyes,
Two million and one,
It looks at all,
But One at you,
Do you see that yellow halo?

Dashain 2012

Nothing has changed
Nine Years Twenty two the same
Empty Dashain House.

Smashed Face

As much as I would like to party the "we" into me and I's and the sighs of the unseen and unforeseen elements of which we naturally become such dramatic players, I must confess that for a lifetime this smashed face is enough and I would like to brood on it on my own which seems to be rather the only way out for the deceased and the dead but I suppose this world has its own dynamics that foray into establishments and understandings of the fragile mind that sometimes can even be amusing that you can let a little hahaha like laugh out.

Fly

I tried
You denied
I tried
You took a flight
I tried
You still denied
I cried
You were right

"Always stay in love with life, you have so many things to fly for"

So I plucked my wings and flew away.

And I love my life.

Song

A song must be sung like a singer should sing
Of all things of beauty and bounty of being
Of cigarettes and whisky and muses you seek
A singer should die for a song to be written

A song must be sung like a singer should sing
Thoughts must be killed for songs to be written
I have murdered my fingers and guitar strings
For a song to be written for the singer to sing

A song must be sung like a singer should sing
Of Love and Poetry and melodies unwritten