Pages of Yesterday

My private thoughts, odes and bits of inspiration. I hope you take the time and enjoy reading them.

Monday, 29 April 2013

I am a pawn

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Improvisation keeps me alive drowning otherwise in your everyday no one hears my distress call— why should they flares splutter anti c...

Predetermined Destiny

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He was a damaged man, they all spoke in whispers sometimes loud enough for him to hear that he was the forgotten one she'd left him...

When it all makes sense

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Sometimes all the right words get glued to the roof of my mouth and the only ones that find their way are the words that don't mean m...

Whining, whining

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I won't be there in the morning your self pity is evident even while you are asleep— your defeatist attitude lack of stance— respo...

Let history dictate

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Parvati came to visit Devi Durga, I bow before you Divine knowledge, I seek She spoke in quiet tones— soothed my soul this is history, she ...

My time

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Desire life I toast you glass in hand this is your time— they are all here for you fireworks light the sky a choir, they chant your name— t...

Weak

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Deliver me a sentence anything other than this, in shackles, I've stood by you black tape— I cannot speak but this was your plan all al...
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