I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence.
I speak of things i see.
so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial
I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
because I don't know...
I just opened
a box of sugar-coated candy;
and it
turned out to be Tangerine; the flavour of paradise. Happy Birthday.
This one is mysterious, actually. I only see the clear subtle signs... not what they indicate. Anyhow, I love they way you've mapped the expression... meaning what you intend.
Mysterious. To know what it means you'd have to know the writer inside out. The reader is almost always in the dark. some like to pretend thats not true. But me i think i'll be mysterious instead.
That's poetry, right? not actually your Budday?
ReplyDeleteIts poetry if you want it to be. i dont really know what it is.
ReplyDeleteI only know that today is a birthday and No, its not mine.
*sigh
Hmm... you're a bit... mysterious!
ReplyDeleteam i now? ;) most would use a different word. wierd.
ReplyDelete:D
there it is -
ReplyDeletea masterpiece for Meghana's eyes only :(
cher word carrying her patent secrecy!
This one is mysterious, actually. I only see the clear subtle signs... not what they indicate. Anyhow, I love they way you've mapped the expression... meaning what you intend.
ReplyDeleteMysterious. To know what it means you'd have to know the writer inside out.
ReplyDeleteThe reader is almost always in the dark.
some like to pretend thats not true.
But me
i think i'll be mysterious instead.
Your voice haunts me.
ReplyDeleteYou're speech is too poetic to handle.