13 April 2006


It’s never the cue it’s the hand over it

It’s never the life it’s the trajectory followed

It’s not what they think

It’s the conviction that kills

For what if..., you end in heaven with the Satan?

The sole and the only truth is there are no rules and laws

No consistency,

Except for notions hidden within;

For its you who decides whether it’s a sunlit day or the scorching heat of the candle.

Get off it; it’s not even there,

the horse, beneath the saddle.

2 Comments:

Blogger whisper said...

i hope you don't mind i put a link in my blog to yours :)

8:03 AM  
Blogger whisper said...

i hope you don't mind i put a link in my blog to yours :)

8:03 AM  

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