mike's BLOG

And for the longest time,
I didn't feel this way,
'Twas a dream i thought,
But i can't really say,

What i fealt was real,
Like the falling rain,
Upon the tattered heart,
Drops on the window pane,

And so i touched your hand,
My eyes begin to deep,
While clouds above rumble,
I watched you weep,

I can't stay for long,
One last thing i Would do,
Whereever my dreams take me,
Be sure I'll be watching u,
I'll be watching u,

Ah the rain finally stopped,
But your tears they still fall,
Put ur self together, Love...
I didn't really go,
and I'd never let u go
never let u go

Whenever I see a girl,
This story comes to my mind,
In imparting intelligence,
God has not been kind,
There on the distant hill; stood a young Git,
Who was madly in love with a beautiful young Twit,
And some passion deep he said,
I'm deeply in love with you, -Honey,
She spurned him with words,
' I don’t need love, I need money,
And while he pledged, he watched her beautiful mouth,
Say, me to the north, you to the south,
Thus off he went to find the golden sand,
When he returned he had money enough to buy Switzerland,
So our rich young Git,
Gave an add in the matrimonial times,
And when she returned to claim her love,
He said, 'get in line, baby, get in line.

 

 

(DAMN should have killed her )

 

 

Some times all u can hold on is hope and belief and since as a kid I have believed I have a wild imagination and have hoped a lot out of things I see around my self and sometimes these same thing dispatches from my own heated imagination with colors never heard and texture of life I never seen.
I have always believed that every child has gone and been back in there own imaginative way and so I never thought myself to be special or different…so it always gave me pleasure and I never stopped myself from letting other what I had in mind and what I imagined not only fascinated them but was then later left to wonder whether the thing I spoke were real or they related to reality….
So I was there at my college the greatest and the most interesting liar in my childhood… the nicest thing is that although its easy to translate idea into reality yet becomes harder by each passing day because our reality I always there to bring to near itself…. And each time reality hits you its difficult to get the part of imagination back.
The craziest fantasy I always had were about heaven and love and how will we going to heaven love will be sweet and everlasting and love without lust or sex… sounds impossible but it’s the thing to believe because we all know sex is earth bound and temporal…
Eating, drinking, hunger, or having sex is no longer attached to us when we dead and soul posses no stomach for these things… because spirits within us…
The very thought that if u have good feeling at your death you’ll have a better wakeup coming since soul is always attached with mind even though we die…
So I guess its just a feeling but I believe in it al life and maybe later [may be later I wont since each passing day becomes more reality than imagination]…. Till the time reality actually hits I just hang on to another imagination……(*_*)…. (^_^)

Right now writing on this blank page,
Fills me up with emotion rage,
Uncanny feeling seems to never retard,
Good thoughts and rapport slowly growing hard,
The emptiness snot has started to pile,
Sorrow on my face and artificial smile,
And so I moved my hand with much pain,
Hoping to writing a few words again,
My mind shrinking with a million stains,
Cutting like a glass driving me insane,
Possession of my talents is no more mine,
Where is that knowledge; that heavenly shine?
Poppycock is what my lines sound,
It’s no more the days when people gathered around,
Well I remember the time when all was right,
When my dreams were calling and my world was bright,
Each word and each blink of an eye,
Brought poetry to me like it’ll never die,
Oh God! I have become into a forgotten track,
Love thoughts feelings happiness all that had mattered,
I’ve lost them all and in pieces they are scattered,
I knew someday it had to be de capo,
And that same day it shall once again echo

On the breath of the wind,
From the grip of the stars,
You flew into my life
Like a dream from afar

In the depths of my darkness,
Your heart bled fluid light
A gentle voice reached out
And held me all through the night

My soul has been warmed
By the fire in your eyes
In my dreams we are one
And our love never dies

I never thought I'd find a heart
So beautiful and true
I never knew a dream so sweet
Until that dream was you.