The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Thursday, October 23, 2008


Craving the taste of the divine
Just a sip of red ruby wine to feel it is mine
This welcomed feeling

And while lusting the whole eternity
For a glimpse of reality in this significant identity
Labelled as human

Forever the mistakes we make
And devour the entire cake with care and fashion we bake
We are such stylish pigs

With vast digs into the mysterious
Unsatisfied yet always curious with libel making us so furious
As we continue to trust our lust

Stepping outside ourselves in the final end
No longer needing to pretend yet still counting the grains of sand
With driven need for greed

Then only then we find the truth behind the lust
The lust we solemnly trust like eating the crunchy mouth-watering crust
On a fresh baked loaf

Food for thought as we continue to yearn
With the absolute drive of incomprehensible desire and burn
We are more then human

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