Do you remember
that pretty day
when you
exculpated me out

and made me
understand the fact
that
"you understand me
better than I understand
myself"
you reshuffled
the thoughts
in my head
and now they make sense

and for all what you did, I cherish the most
you went the distance to slow down my beat,
felt my fragile
emotions locked in the dark pit.

That day, I cried like a child in a long long time...

A drop here
a few of them there
and a lot of them somwhere
not a single drop you spare
and if the maths goes wrong
Don't you blame
Don't you regret
Don't you ask if it was fair
just pack your bags
walk away, steer clear
the only take away
from your every journey
"to let it go"
it may be a thing you desired
or a night you yearned to share

Every evening around seven
I grow restless seeking for my haven
searching for a single beam to survive
A desperate attempt to dive

The crater that I had been filling the whole day
with egoes and ashes of my sweat
expands itself so big and deep
******* me into it to settle the debt
I just stand there breathing only half
the poltergeist inside allows no
air to pass
all I do is take this massive sighs
only way to end this is just let it go by

I go around the town
in a gait of a drunk clown
unprecedented steps
unprecedented goals
unprecedented plans
this unprecedented hole
Not a single soul I can trust
Nor can I let it go
I just feel so **** alone
for a moment wishing my heart to burst

Just when I feel I cannot take it anymore
and I get down to shut the door
the clock strikes nine
and I hear it so very loud
there goes away the scary black cloud
and I suddenly get all very fine.

If some one could explain me
this ridiculous pang
or else one of these day I will end this with a bang....

these ****** couple of hours...

This dream was so real...
The Man
The Legend
The Legendary Drunk Poet Hisself
Asks to see my poetry
Tells me to bring wine

Dont Forget the wine *******

So I drive over in my El Camino
&
Bellbottoms
Only I’ve got a can of Fruit Punch
12%
Alcohol
Instead of a bottle of wine
As Hank requested

you have to make the reader jump off the cliff with you in your first line, otherwise there’s no point

sip

good God! What is this?!

I’m thinking he’s gonna be furious
But he takes a deep pull
Knocks out half a can
Looks at it

Fruit Punch eh?

I show him my stuff. He likes it. Some of it.

No more poetry for the day man. Say, let’s go to the beach. Huntington or Hermosa. Grab another can or two of this amazing concoction

I tell him they have it in Lemonade
Peach Black Cherry...he lets out a smile

burp

It smells like Fruit Punch

Well Come On *******!

He talk in rhyme the rest of the day...n just like his words have told me about souls

The free one is rare...but you know it when you’re around one because you feel great and beautiful yourself when you’re near one

Ceilings up above me
Oh where do you lead us?
Cold air on my feet
Where may i walk?

Walls all around me
What is outside?
Door handles jiggle
But why can't i escape?

Black vision full of serenity
But why the nightmares?
Windows glisten with raindrops
Why is the thunder in my head?

Sheets lay bare on my body
But why do i feel naked?
Mattress forms to my body
But yet im all alone.