Posts Tagged: who’s gonna save my soul

Questions of Love


Why is it you don’t just speak of what’s on your mind?, Can’t you see the further we drift the greater the rift creates a bigger divide… What is it you see or have as expectations of me?, where we

Questions of Love


Why is it you don’t just speak of what’s on your mind?, Can’t you see the further we drift the greater the rift creates a bigger divide… What is it you see or have as expectations of me?, where we

Loves lobes


Speak to me of love that hasn’t been steeped in mumpsimus, a love that dwells constantly in the narrative of evolution…  Speak to me as though i were a stranger that gives you uncomfortable ease… Show me the delectable demure

Loves lobes


Speak to me of love that hasn’t been steeped in mumpsimus, a love that dwells constantly in the narrative of evolution…  Speak to me as though i were a stranger that gives you uncomfortable ease… Show me the delectable demure

Intuitive Relations


The lingering desire to aspire to our long-time inspired

Let us entertain the discord along the path

Journeying along mystic melodies to hit the right chord…

Intuitive Relations


The lingering desire to aspire to our long-time inspired

Let us entertain the discord along the path

Journeying along mystic melodies to hit the right chord…

Space: Limbo


  It’s okay to be in limbo. Exploring the triumphs and failures… which left you aghast! Pioneering and probing the consciousness of roles. The palmed out fates and destinies with uncertain retribution Sipping the inexcusable misfortunes of “sliding doors” situations

Space: Limbo


  It’s okay to be in limbo. Exploring the triumphs and failures… which left you aghast! Pioneering and probing the consciousness of roles. The palmed out fates and destinies with uncertain retribution Sipping the inexcusable misfortunes of “sliding doors” situations

Love poem?


  This is not a love Poem. Let me approach you back to front. To oppose the conventional We cremated now we call, a finished relationship broken and mauled. Eloquence in the deceit left me paging desire. Truth being the

Love poem?


  This is not a love Poem. Let me approach you back to front. To oppose the conventional We cremated now we call, a finished relationship broken and mauled. Eloquence in the deceit left me paging desire. Truth being the

….Shhh


Are you even listening…? It’s sort of hard not to, when that’s all I am prone to. On my soul I have sown her voodoo in hues of red, orange and blue, it’s an unrequited sin.. burnin I felt moments

….Shhh


Are you even listening…? It’s sort of hard not to, when that’s all I am prone to. On my soul I have sown her voodoo in hues of red, orange and blue, it’s an unrequited sin.. burnin I felt moments

DIsfunktional ME!?


  I am here…     Caught up in a world of paradoxical musings It wanes on the lack of true feelings I’m unhappy with glee and shamed with wit   Drowning my sorrows in a world of happy renderings

DIsfunktional ME!?


  I am here…     Caught up in a world of paradoxical musings It wanes on the lack of true feelings I’m unhappy with glee and shamed with wit   Drowning my sorrows in a world of happy renderings