Living my life at light speed.
Never stopping
Never slowing down

Not to sleep
Not to breath

Like a ball off the tee.
Im ready to hit the ground.
Lay still.

A broken system,
judging broken men.
Not sparing a single break,
noone wants to understand.
noone wants to hold a broken heart in their hands,
to feel a product of a broken home.

She asks how I'm holding up.
Without batting an eye I truth "like a diabetic drunk trying to balance a bottle of ***** with his nubs."

I sit here patently waiting for the green light to glow
so I'll know
We're in the same place, at the same time

Baby you light up my profile!


This screen turns into prison glass
I can only watch

and listen closely

Amanda, a crazy collector of Vanda
had such an intense dislike for Aranda
she detested the ******,
when making out in tandem
her outdoor escapade once scared a Panda



(C) K.Balachandran
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your laugh , like the early white
of Dogwoods in March, gently
chiding the naked oaks,
or elms falsely wearing the purple
wisteria dresses for the spring ball.
Your smile ,  like the spring sun
dancing off every bloom
a true sight this year , this day,
I gain again.

that rerun I watched last night
the *** version of Gunsmoke
where the foreplay is not
nine seasons long
I limped just like Chester,
yearning for Miss Kitty,
knowing her
and Marshall Dillon were
upstairs, having a "tea" ,
and well, in last night's version,
Miss Kitty was unforgettable.