Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock; it’s 11 o’clock
Sitting in my room; in view is the Boston city block .
The music is on; listening to Johann Sebastian Bach
My ad-lib solution to the homework seems rather ad-hoc!
I want to throw a rock at this city of fog
Then I change my mind and start singing a song:
The Belgian sheep and the Eskimo dog chasing round my coffee mug!
I take a moment off and write this quick note on my blog;
Oftentimes writing is the right drug in the absence of kisses and a hug!
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I was walking for a while
I was so drained began to crawl
When I came upon this wall
I was in an exhibition hall
With paintings in frames so tall
I raised my head to a call
The rest I don’t recall
It was during a winter squall
And I didn't own a shawl
I'll be there:
Sitting on the yacht chair
sailing in harmony with the wind in the air
gripping with my teeth a Golden Boston pear!
Is this MIT or the vanity fair?
On the next full moon we should give it a try
You’re in charge of the supply; like the apple pie!
And those who pass by, we’ll make them to look up to the sky
Then they can have some pie and finally say good-bye!
Sometimes you are all alone by yourself;
With only the peaceful now by your side
And it makes you feel alright
Those back and shoulders that were so tight
Start to relax and grow wide
And your worries begin to subside
You put all your daily chores on the side
The city framed by the window sash;
The distance portrait of a brash
Hours of unawareness of forgetfulness
The dance of the curtain on the wall
The breeze that caresses you and your sprawl
Suddenly you see a little fly
Who came by to say a Hi
And soon she says good-by
I wonder why she stopped by
Sometimes you are all alone by yourself;
With only the quiet now by your side
And it makes you feel alright
Those back and shoulders that were so tight
Start to relax and grow wide
And your worries begin to subside
The city framed by the window sash
The distance portrait of a brash
The dance of the curtain on the wall
And your spontaneous sprawl
Suddenly you see a little fly
Who came by to say a Hi
You know she was flying for a while
I would say for at least a quarter of a mile
Soon she turns around a says good-by
You wonder why she bothered to stopped by?
Being with you is just like indulging in chocolate; you just can't have enough of it.
Event though chocolates are not the most nutritional food items, they are undoubtedly some of the sweetest and most addictive ones.
The rest is like spending time at a salad bar and having to have lots of asparagus and broccolis.
So is being with you; it might distract me from enriching my mind with all that society and history cares for.
And I also care for them in the same logical basis that I consume asparagus and broccolis. But chocolate ... I desire chocolate!
A tribute to the neglected:
You ignored me in the elevator because I wasn't your destination floor.
You ignored me in the corridor because you didn't have to pass me to get to your office.
You ignored me in the suppermarket because i wasn't your favorite brand.
You ignored me while riding the bus, because I wasn't your destination station.
You ignored me in your poetry, because I didn't rhyme with the rest of your lines.
You ignored me while looking out the window, because i was below your field of vision.
You'll always ignore me since I'm always available, I'm always reachable, and always there. You ignored me just becuase you're never content with where you are, what you want, and that which is at your presence.
Will you stop by someday? Will you touch me sometime? Will you glimpse at me just for a moment?
I am the flower in a corner of your resident's backyard.
I'm a butterfly in larva.
I am the painting on the other side of the wall.
I am the candy with an exotic flavor.
I am the hour that just passed you by.
I am the music of the sielence
The flavour of the taseteless
The fragrance of the pure air
The essential ingredient of nothingness
The quintessential essense of the ignored
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