The Other Side

X: so what have you got on your mind?

Y: some sexy guy

X: describe sexy

Y: I’m too stoned to do anythin’ man

X: Have you ever had this urge to eloborate on somethin to oblivion?

Y: Yea… you too?? *looks into oblivion*

X: I have this urge to eloborate on the stars… theres a fuckin’ million out there that i can see right now with like my naked eye and there are another million you can see and theres another zillion none of us can see… its so fuckin’ amazing!!!

Y: You know the best part of this sky is that i am in control of every cloud in the sky.. i tell em’ to move right and their do…tell em’ to left and they follow my command!!!

* silence prevails for bout two minutes *

Another ball chased down… inhaling and exhaling… sweet smells of toxicity rises to the air victorious…

Another stick incinerated…

Y: Whats on your mind??

X: I really don’t know… its like i’m in this zoned out typo state of mind where everythin i see or think is very skeptical…

Y: You know what i want… i want friends… dont have many in this world…

X: trust me you dont want friends ..all that you get n return is pain……you want some
plasticity thats what you actually mean..

Y: i want friends babe…

X: i aint no babe of yours… trust me thats the last thing you want

Y: my bad!!!!

X: i’m one of those type of people who have these major mood swings when i come crashing down…

X: …and what the fuck i thought u had your baby… too bad he’s passed out… and your stuck up here with me… *evil laugh* Friggin coke head!!!

X: You’re not into usage?? are you??

Y: I only drink … smoke the odd spliff or two… No usage for me..have to look after my baby…

X: good for him… he gotta girl that loves him… Anyways as i was saying weed sucks for me now.. it just dont give that kick i want…

Y: Weed is the only one thing i do… my idea of the drugs in the cliched line sex drugs and rock n roll

X: For me.. the weed trip is like everyboy hurting to no return all the time …speedballs keep em’ all away and alcohol just prolongs my stay…

Y: You know at times i really dont know where my lifes heading… its like i know the direction i wanna go but the tides to strong to control the steering…

X: Same here…

*silence prevails*

…and then broken by foot steps of the walking drunk stoner…
Secretly X is happy for Y… cause Z is there… but on the contrary X hates Z cause he treats her like shite…

End of story… on a high note
Peace!!!

Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what i choose is my choice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Heres to the life i owe you…
heres to the sins i committed
heres to the forceful emotions.

One line… just today..

i’ll cry for you
i’ll drink in your name
a new set of heart breaks.

One line… just today..

Heres to the set of lies
heres to the hate set on me
heres to the denied respect.

One line… just today..

It was always to white
too black… to square
a drink to the new set.

One line… just today.. I promise… dont believe me and my promises… but just one more line… just today…

Last Night was fuckin’ wierd for most of the time i was lost in this paranoia sorta thing that brought me down big fuckin’ time…

Not to forget i made my debut as a rapper… lolz.. prolly my only time at rappin’… i did it for the high… and u tend to do alot of experimental things when you are so fuckin’ high (and am not just talkin alcohol..and i’ve quit weed.. wink-wink)…that you surprise urself…

I’d like to bottom line the whole of last night in two lines…(atleast mosy of the evening)…

Two lines and i’m the king
lookin’ down on all of em’ fuckers…

P:S: I;m still afraid to sleep at night!!!

http://darkartz.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-tears-never-dried.html

http://darkartz.blogspot.com/2006/03/nostalgia.html

All those things that happen in the ‘meantime’, lovin’ on the yonder under the stars… like an ocean buried in the plains of harmony… i had a dream yesterday..its nothin i have today lost it on the way…. i have a dream everyday… i fight a war everyday when i wake up…but it ain’t so bad….according to that ‘maa chudhi rundi khaanne ki auladh‘ frued… i’ll have a dream tommorow and i’ll feel the pain all over again… the same way i’m tryin’ to reconnstruct yesterdays dreams…

A genious even way back in the eighteenth century…..

The Death of Lovers…Charles Baudelaire

We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.

Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.

Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;

And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.

Lightning and thunder on my chest
i have been broke in this world
the sweet acid sugar syrup don’t help
niether does these angry drops of despair help….

i got a lunatic world
runnin thru my brains
i frowm on the inside
but i take with a smile.

all turned up inside out
i dont care what y’all want
hey… wait
i’ll take it with a smile.

do y’all feel the vibes
wasted and abused
i love y’all it makes me sick
i love y’all my lil lunatics…

an ode to the departed… “cause it doesn’t matter to you and your

existence”… a month and i celebrate freedom for xmas…

..a useless lil’ fuck… freak picked on in gym class… this ones

thanks to you fuckers who picked on that freak!!!

Merry xmas… goodbyezz…

GET WELL SOON MAN…. HOPE UR ARMS KOOL IN A WEEK OR TWO……. PEACE MAN..BIG TIME!!!

When he was a kid…he always had this knack of being called the odd one out, and when he was in college he was tagged a “goth”. He would always be lost in his own lil’ world where all the colors he saw was red and yellow and all the other possible pale shades…somethin that titilated him to the point of no return… almost like an erection sent from above… from the montains of despair.

Now our lil’ ole crimson king had this dream… a dream built on provoked love, invisible loveless flaws and a higher level of philosophy…it was like this dream got him in that zone where sweet sorrow almost made him pop with excitement. The only thing that could explain this was probably the unwashable stain of the acid sugar syrup or his life on a canvas like a metaphorical mountain facade.

Now there say to love a psycho is normal cause every lover turns out to be one, so its like loving your self to the core and making that person opposite you love themself even more. So here you have a king in reign, humming his lil’ love song to his lil’ pale lover lying at his knees…stuck up in sweet lil’ layer… ’sweet lil perfect world of his’. She lay there – ‘his sweet lil crimson queen’ – the waves of life flowin’ out thru air tunnels smearing the pearls of joy. His canvas of provoked love tells a story of a bond until death reminanced thru’ the slit wrist theory, a dyin’ butterfly and the ‘herd’ of truth theory… “to love a psycho is normal”.

Till this day his lil’ “crimson queen” has the words carved deep into her soul – ‘i love you my lil lunatic’.