Jowlough

Jowlough Dec 2012

When we're apart
I am teased by your smile,
those black biles,
ego's left fragile.

I can barely touch you,
but it seems you're away.
unreachable by mind,
pleading to stay.

And when your signs
are just so unpredictable;
those gestures that cared
I cannot even decipher

and I am always in catapult
whenever I am in your field;
but this gut has its own thinking
whenever you are near.

Jowlough Dec 2012

Fuse

Death invests in your lungs
in every cold blooded puff,
while you were ignoring
through calm antedotes
as advertisements aren't enough.
As you watch vehicles come and go,
thinking endlessly;
not minding those vicious
vibrations attempting to get in.
as you divert yourself
from negativism
within the inner creases grasps
in to your brain,
as you puff your fuse
until the pain is gone.
as your mantra and your smoke
become united as one.

Jowlough Dec 2012

Maybe

Maybe we're lost.
without a trace,
in the woods;
seeking light.
Looking for comfort,
hungry for inner hope.
You and me
together;
finding the right,
keenly out of sight;
despite of the odds.
still making flight.
Maybe;
We are strangers.
Maybe we are
lost.
maybe you wanted some,
maybe I don't.

Jowlough Nov 2012

And I'm just ready

And I'm just ready
to sail any oceans
and plunge
into this stage,
to hold your hand
with an open heart and mind,
to free our spirits
from this cage;
And I'm just ready.
to take one step forward,
to take the lead,
and be free,
and I'm just ready;
My sweet, Dearest,
will you sail with me?

Jowlough Nov 2012

Rage

Living with these man made rules,
makes some spirits feel jailed;
And in personal rage,
wanting to burst but still nailed,

Ordered to follow,
you know someone is deceived;
when money and gold is involved,
one cannot simply leave and be free

As some have invested their souls
in craft and some arts;
which is better
than being devoted to false cults

But clearly, you see loop holes,
Yes; exception makes rules meaningless.
and if it's meaningless,
what you've been doing is probably just a ********

Jowlough Nov 2012

Dear Jane

I know you cannot write something today,
for the house is the smaller mansion;
grass is the slave kind of plant
you're young and does not have pension.

and you think outer space is the last frontier,
look at your pupil, on how she answers you.
while you wait for the bus, buzzed everyday,
you analyze yet you over analyze when you pay.

as you see those vehicles have faces too,
you aren't sure who's the traitor and the true.
when the fuzz you hear is not visible in the bodies
hot flashes occur often in tropical countries.

How would you see things in different perspective,
when you're high as **** and you just stopped smoking,
when you can't relax and felt like you are skinny,
when the thin line turns dotted just when you're needy

Jowlough Nov 2012

Just like us

My urges took a toll on me,
when I seek to smell new air
just wanting to be free,
without doubts and care.
hoping to turn the tide,
on what our future can bear,
Please understand,
that it's never a bad note to surrender,
and lay our guards low
and just be better.
and I'm thankful on all the learning moments,
Nothing but charged to experiences,
I've focused and pondered on,
where we can see the modest light,
as we can sharpen the knife this time.
Invest on good foundations,
No more hiding game,
we can be better.
and there are some things,
that cannot stay forever,
some things,
just like us, being together.