Farewell...

Times have penetrated the uncertain night,
While I'm touched upon by the shadows of crimson fear,
To rip this mask and enter this womb of lust,
To ponder the lost fire of the heat...

Farewell my friend,
I see the afraid pallor on your face,
When you and I part ways for the jaunt to the sun,
While we're basked in unpredictability...

This alley for battle of the soul,
That lamp post illuminated for hope,
To fade in the mist of life,
To assimilate into our renaissance....

This wardrobe that contains our fragments of life,
To cloak of our union,
Irksome truth of disintegration,
To battle the storm of judgements...

Picture from the net- ( artgallery.com.ua)

Those golden and not so golden days...

Well we got no choice all the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise 'cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya can't find a flag if that don't suit ya that's a drag
School's out for summer school's out forever school's been blown to pieces!

This famous song by Alice Cooper was always my anthem when it came to school but now when I'm leaving it's going to be different.

That warmth I had there, the long bus ride into wilderness, bunking on the roof, friends, fights, arguments, teachers, exams, results, lectures, boring long assemblies, the fact that my uniforms were never neat enough, preparation for events and so many things. Damn, I'm leaving school! It's like the end of an era.
Yesterday was my informal farewell and I wore this amazing black and white dress. It was an amazing day full of frolic.

I've had quite a lit of fun in school and my tenth standard was the best. I have less than a month for school but I don't want to turn back. Even if times ahead may be scary and unpredictable I want to face it with a mind of frolic ( frolic's the reason I live baby!). So as one part of my life's over and my whole life is put in front of me I put memories of school in this casket of life...

Hunk of the night...

With the rustle of wind,
She seeks a feminine glance,
With locks that define his face,
With the arrival of the night the clocks seem to be too dazed to advance....

He sings his soulful melody,
Did he wait for the night?
Or did the night wait for him?
The hunk of delight...

The sprinkle of sugar on the snow,
A prospect of life to ponder,
A sweet savour for the bitter,
In all its dreams of wonder...

Pristine to its hearts content,
A reverie that doubts this holy land,
The dale of dreams of lost existence,
His melodies embraced him in the warmth for the cold he had to withstand...

To be rebound when lost,
Illusions of intoxication,
Beyond physical harmony,
These bells of creation...

I love Jim Morrison and I choose to dedicate this poem to him...

C'est la vie...

This chaos on the road,
Painted in grey,
Washed by her seductive eyes,
Only the strongest shall survive...

This shaped harlot,
To succumb to lust,
The lust in the wind,
For we're not as malicious for the nomenclature for him...

Lament for the momentry fade...

"Exam time!" was what my conscience said,
"Why are you still in a state of sloth in bed?"

The Ides of March have invited the fools of April,
They've invited me to show my irksome skill...

For the Red sea shall not part for me,
Only my pain shall set me free...

Sexy Mark Antony no more appealing to me ,
Who'll be shielded from madness with a head basked in caffeine?

So as Athena cursed Medusa,
Spattered ink leads me into a cursed era...

This is when Cleopatra's vain is masked,
This is when Helen's shoes are made of glass...

So as Cronus's castrated genitals could make Aphrodite,
Why can't my brains make a revolutionary delight?
( Which ain't the pioneering revolution.)

Why does Einstein's theory appear to be jaded?
( How could it be, my lord?)
Why do Morrison's sexy words appear to have faded?
(How could it be, oh how could it be?)

This circle of Willis,
Has become putrid...

Edison's madness seems too entered me,
But not with the same creativity.
( How can we make a grotesque imitation of a true genius?)

Why has Mr Gorky been kept in a corner?
Why is seductive Gregory Peck been referred to as a goner?

This is the first time Mr Newton is a nuisance,
Mr Cobain's angst is an anthem.

Mussolini's sadism has been given no thought,
To kill the soul with inner wrath...

These travesties of knowledge,
For fragments of frolic...

Dickens's great expectations,
Ain't like Van Gogh's insanity,
But sure ain't Picasso's dimensions...

Chanakya's brains,
They've been sieved...

For Ray Charles eyes couldn't be like B.B King's voice,
But wait, they're both prodigies...

To sympathize with the devil,
To be strange when you're a stranger,
For the sweet emotion,
In this hard days night,
Wishing you were here,
To be better than the real thing,
To face the face,
I don't want to be homeward bound,
Just like a woman,
Seduced by Elvis the Pelvis,
On the silent wings of freedom,
Because I was born to be wild,
Viva la Vida!

With the arrival of June,
I see the rush of my fortune...

For this madness never seems to end...

- My apologies on being juvenile.