Cranberry Sauce

Forgive me this one time, this wont happen again I wont let my thoughts run free, the way they would I wont let my desires fuel, the way they once did And then again, and then again I wont dream of having your body in my arms, again Your slender figure, your delicate curves, your smooth skin, your anxious moulds I wont long to see the crystal gleam in your eyes Your eyes............................ I wont dream of your moist lips on mine The sweet summer taste of honey and lime I wont ache to smell your bountiful tresses Or stroke my crude hands over your tantalizing silken mane The strands of strength will be mine no more O, Where will I hide without the cosy shelter of your hair I wont crave for your reassuring gentle touch That still sends scintillating shivers down my spine I wont…. Ask you to be my princess, my whore My one, my only, my heart, my soul I wont desire again to be your man Your savior, your hero, your master, your owner I wont ever again be your fortress against infil...

Millions of people die everyday, hungry of affection, attention or even recognition. The comfortably numb society is on a world take-over spree. The gravitational pull decreases everyday, every second. “blind” is the latest fashion trend- that people can’t see anyway. Entropy is a form of currency. Freedom is taboo, slavery’s pop. It’s a loss to both, the devil and angel. Exception and acceptance have parted ways. Hitler and Teresa are in disbelief and dismay. Peter keating is our new superhero. The earth is firm on its foundations, how I wish it would crumble. The chaos generates a low grade silence, that deafens beyond repair. Life is a chess game with the outcome same for both, if only it went to a penalty shootout. So have a good drown, as you go down……… All alone… dragged down by the stone.