On the road

Those that see the facade  of my radiant face  each passing day cannot see  the sunless wound  that reside within  my soul. time and again  the sadness of yesterdays  would seeped through  the happiness  and promises of tomorrows

 Amongst the crowded bums  and the conservative   hipsters amongst the saint of the night  and the devil of the day all the hurt soul  on a lonely  bar room stool all those who dance  along the 2 AM  music a memory remain that I was once loved. Bluebell on the field Primrose by the sea under the blue sky a faint memory remain I was once loved.

Tonight, I am at peace the moon is out in the sky its blue-ish tone of melancholy unfolds before me as far as the eye will go it covers the sea down below the mountain ranges dull the city lights it fell upon the earth silently, softly it fell upon the night silently, softly but, its blue-ish hues are everywhere and a lonesome soul starts dreaming.

Since i met her I feel settled. I fear It'll last.

Sidewalk, night  Winter, cold, moon - absent  I walk — And  I’ve always walk alone  I cannot walk along another heart that isn’t mine  It is that - the reason. I hear a murmur,  a scream in the stillness of a moonless night  they bother me thud, thud, thud the sound of their beating heart bothers me  And, it is fine that  I walk alone. Her voice, her words  her smile  they got me I keep on looking at her as I walk besides her  She is light - barely  And nothing more  She doesn’t pretend  She is what she is – a beautiful mess  trying to look her best  for the world that keeps killing the things she hold dear  And, even a bum like me know  Her kind is rare. Winter winds blew her gentle hair  Our hands entwined  As we walk along the dew-filled road  She talk about all kind of things  And tell all sorts of tale ...

SAIKAH is a town beloved not just because it's a beautiful place to settle down when all is said and done, which it is, not because it's a peaceful and sunny environment where bent and broken people came in stack with bandages around their heart and soul. Nor is it beloved because of its bustling neighborhood where hills rolls down to meet the shrouded sea; and pubs and tavern where men quote Sallinger and Kerouac.  It's beloved because of its autonomy from the ungrateful bastard that is society, from glaring eyes and false heart. Anyone who has ever pass through this town would approve of that. Most of 'em here are beatniks and junksick boys and gals who at one point played crucial role in the revolution of gender politics and sexual liberation. It's got a place for anyone with a dream. That's why it's a hub for people like us. And that's where I was headed.  t u r n. the. p a g e I had slipped my ticket inside my coat and was waiting in th...