I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

a shiraz tree

Numerous tries, countless struggles, and the infinite scope of fears is what defines this old tree. The tree wanted to grow when it was a tender young plant. Unsure of the destiny, and the inflictions of what may come it branched out. It branched out into many branches each having the spirit of a complete tree. They all grew, and prospered - the tree prospered. Here it stands firm, and tall, reaching for the skies, and yet at the same time spanning horizontally across the horizon. Here it is as a symbol of struggle for life, beautifully and erect with its ugly rough skin. It is what it had feared all its life.

your face [skip this] //incomplete

heart,
in the bazar of heart,
wealth is not a consideration.
If fallen in love,
face is not a consideration.
On your face let me spend
my eternal life,
for price is not a consideration
for wanted goods.
Gave my heart,
I gave my heart;
there was a boundary to love.
Gave life; there was a boundary.
I died, with eyes closed,
this was a boundary to my heart.
[chorus] your face
let me imagine you,
I paint you periodically.
[chorus] your face, your face, your face
O, who saw in;
your black eyes,
there's a magic, died!
[chorus] your face, your face, your face
Theie hair and my hand,
like a snake charmer playing with the sanke,
dark shadows on the face,
on the verge of dawn: the diminishing dusk.
[chorus] your face, your face, your face
to you sir,
to you sir, there is one thign i wanna say,
"forget it there is nothing i wanan say".
[chorus] your face, your face, your face
Its so heartfelt scene,
how heartfelt nights
when her thought and the talks with the moon.
Its me, and them, and the talks with the moon.
[chorus] your face, your face, your face
[chorus] in our eyes, your love hurtsm, then what should we do.
beauty, and love, ther eis a differnce,
wghat can i do, i believe in both.
if god is angry i bow,
what must i do if the lover is mad?
some thoughts with no patterbb,
must pislish it.
moooooooooohaaaaaaaaaaaahahhhhaaa
making a nest was my job,
if someone hits with lightining
then what must i do
I am rick james bitch.
[chorus] your face, your face, your face
[chorus] I am a drunkard, drunkard drunakahdr

My best verses are composed, ironically,
when senses lay far away from me.
My verses are prophecies,
of the stones unturned;
of the things unheared;
and yet,
and yet!
I spoketh of the lands untouched.
of the trembles unfelt;
of the warmth never felt;
and the sand
of you and me;
the ashes of you and me
layeth beyond our reach.
Hence,
we must burn,
through this life to eternity.

An interesting chat

Sa-: I think iw ill need immodium
Vincent: do u have glue on ur desk?
Sa-: no
Sa-: y
Vincent: glue can be an alternative to immodium, dont u see the connection?
Sa-: nooo
Sa-: ewwwwwwwwwwwww
Sa-: ok I get it
Sa-: gross!
Vincent: why gross? Does ur glue says "for external use only"?

It has begun: the downward spiral. The days are growing pale while thoughts run and tremble without a focus. The days ahead are familiar from the prophecies. The days passing are an uncomfortable numbness. The mind ponders in the mist and the fog of overwhelming facts. It is like a drive in the rain with the wipers out; every try to see through the blurring shield, every adjustment and movement in the seat, is futile.
The cause of doom is revealed before the final fall. So, I undergo my final epiphanies, and now there is no turning back. The only thing I have not learned is not to hope. I hope therefore I suffer. This self-created cacoon is a false pretense. It was nothing to begin with, and it will be nothing soon.

Pomegranate

I just had a delicious, ice cold, salt sprinkled Pomegranate after a long long while. A Pomegranate can be hard to eat fruit, since it does require some rocket science to peal it off - peal, if that is the right word. It was RED and juicy. While I was eating it, the only thing on my mind was that soon i will eat all this, and then I will have no more left. It was like having a new life again, and knowing that it will end soon. Now I am nostalgic, and my taste buds are still emersed into the sweet-n-sourness of the fruit.
It was an amazing experience, that relived me from all my worries in life. While eating I also realized what I need the most in life. It is another person. I love Pomegranates.