SHRILL GUST

every moment is a creation,
of all prior preparation,

work is the difficult method,
of all for which intelligence ain't in accord,

learning is a religion,
muggng is the lesion,

logic is a repetitive choice,
that happens, so often as noise,

next is manifestation,
mean of wishful thinking in action.

estmation is the choice,
we follow logic, the noise.

leave i can't, left i have,
doing i am, of done i crave.

everlasting as ever seems better,
but, more than life it can be never.

easy is better from worse,
reality is about apt and less condense.

The Mark

lot of words come to me,
only a few feelings creep,

abundant songs touch my lips ,
only a few go down my heart,

lots sounds ring my chords,
only few go through my will,

a lot of people be the part of me,
only its them am part of, make me,

out there's lot of buzz,
not that these moment last for ever,
just like a flowing jazz,
i wanna a heart thats light and clear,

bleaking through the broken glass,
with whisky full, a little less,
staring straight at the moment at best,
all else is hole just under my chest....

not that i chose this way,
may be far away someday,
when luck runs low on a saturday,
i'll blink and cry that day.

I'd rather choose to bear,
than, let go of pain so dear,
taking my chances i'd dare,
face up or behind the back door, shall i lure.
if not prevention, ill find the cure

notion of existance is not just me,
but i'll choose to be or not to be,
like light in day, or shadows in dark
i promise, i'll survive with a mark.

LOVE

a 4 letter word in a funny accent,
finest of feeling in fairy tales,
a frisby in faith..........
a fault in man,
a fascination in a woman,
a cultivaton in gods farm
in equal in all
value beyond price,
a culture of holiness,
a nature fully divine,
scinece at its best,
art wildest.