Us

We found each other

Without search 

without warrant

While we didnt know

We were looking.

And though, again

Time beckons a break

We go seperate ways

Knowing without question

That once more soon

We'll unite

And embrace

Like the old

And eternal friends

We have grown

to become

worth

As i robe to get to work
i like to shout at the mirror
"I'm an artist"
not a corporate cow
grazing on the fake green grass
of the background image
on the desktop of the PC screen


i swear that today,
i shall keep my head
where my buckles are
but too soon
my mouth is open wide
spreading the good news
of the fact that "I'm an artist!"
not some office oaf
picking my nose between
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outlook calender post updates

So one of these good days
I'll resign
after months of
standardisation.
So that I wake and accept,
joyfully oblige
and need not convince myself
that "I'm an artist!"
instead of some fucking fashionista
with a plastic toy camera
that i can pose with in pictures
instead of taking them.

i wonder

and wonder

and wonder

and wonder some more

then search

peruse

and know

Thereafter,

I resume my task

 to wonder

TILL I DIE

relief

Now I'm healed
I ill no more
For your confirmation

It's clear to me
because you spoke
Of your adoration.

i'm not being weak but seriously

what does it mean to love?

For the sake of the other

to one's self upkeep

by the other's doing

to slumber and lose sleep

to dig to the surface

of what one's self least scratch

to the soul of the other

incongruously match

To wound and to pain

through laughter and pleasure

to leave it to abandon

with every mean and measure

To love is to polish

with patience and tenacity

that tarnish that grows

on the other's assumed reciprocity

journey

it is effective

as it is essential

to plan an epic duck

to base your departure
on that  last little
 ounce of luck

to relieve one's self

from the ties

that routine progressively pulls

to rid one's self

of familiar commoners,

charlatans and fools

a space like no other

in its necessary middle

living in limbo's

solving

rhyme with riddle

a challenge

that when completed

assuages all temporary needs

a nuisance that also

one's demons feeds

And one day these
heres and theres will add up
to a life less ordinary
when everyone else's fed up.

that day one'll say
with conviction "Hooray!
i decided one day to just go"