THE ARRIVAL by AGENT KAY
it has come... it has... i can feel it... the pain... the anguish.. the earthquake....
it has come to destroy... to bring a lively death... death to the beautiful strands of love... of love in my heart....
i escaped. i struggled. i played hide and seek with it.
but how could i hide from the world, from the power, from the knowledge, from the fact, from truth, from god... from myself..... and today i know the count down begins.... it begins and so does it end.....
the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning....
beautiful trees, green grass, blue skies, light driggles, serene and calm ocean waters....
all of this symbolises birth..... birth of beauty, of peace, of happiness, of love, of relationships.....
birth of heart, of soul, of a new life....
pur, innocent, tender, lovable, soft, wonderful....
yes, it was the birth...
and now there, i can feel it, the earthquake emerging from the core of the earth, about to destroy this wonderful land.
about to bring an end to the birth...
thus, torn apart, the fire has begun its task, the black sky (of smokes or clouds) tells me that my storm has arrived. the dew drops would turn to hailstorm. and the ocean waters would carry it away from me , tearing it apart from my soul...
i.... how could this happen. this is what i wonder. but then, why do i wonder.... didn't i know it was about to come....
i knew it all and could not stop it. could not hold them...
[AGENT KAY]
THE WORLD APPEARS STRANGE by AGENT M7B
the birds are happy today
because they have found a new song
then why is iy that i hum the same old tune again.
the world appears so strange today.the same lanes and the same streets leads to different paths.the bricks are not the same.the water does not reflect the same image. why does the words appear to be a meaningless jumble? why does the birds sing different songs? the rain does not have the old reassuring patter.
has the world changed?
or is it just me???
-AGENT M7B
ETERNAL SOULS by agent VAUGHN
“To tell the truth “ What does a man do about the lust that lies within , How should he reveal himself To a lover or a friend , For in a man’s heart Is the truth that he keeps In the depth of his spirit where he laughes and weeps, A place sacred to lost love and Ever searching for light Its wisdom found in the dark on a lonesome night , Life has no simple justice For the truth we hold so dear so close and deep within our hearts a reality thats never clear , What we face may change us This our hearts will bare The desperate wounds healed by time with aid from those who care , So answer me dear one Your secrets , I must know Your dreams and nightmares ,tell to me So I may love you so , Can you split your sacred soul to offer me your heart Filled with thoughts wrong and right can you play that part , In truth, I say love commands as the first to know Its strength will build compassion and trust so that truth may grow , Pray tell you may wonder of the fire that lies within just remember you come next to reveal your darkest sin, It is our heart that makes us human Our mind that makes us weak and only love may cure the two if truth is what we seek
My Heart If I were to dream aloud in my anxious sleep The silence would break as angels weep a poet's heart soft with power a lover's need a beautiful flower dare you wonder into my keep a soul that sings feelings so deep Taste this sweetness as I write Ease down you madness feel the night come to me fall in my arms waste not a second lost in my charms Your emotions excite me as your skin touches mine your kiss cures my fear of time Awonderous night I wish it could be If you might learn How to love me....
by Michael Vaughn Cox
WHAT WILL I DO IF I HAVE THE ANSWERS by AGENT M7B
what will i do if i know the answers?
make a song
weave a tale
or create a dream
out of your very words
time flys by
while i wait for the answers
sometimes the evening turns dark
sometimes the birds come to lark
my words don't stop
a magical journey of words
stories and dreams
smiles. tears. anger. fears.
and i question your very answers
cups of coffee
pages of dairy
we shares words together
can you fly?
words were wings
why eat ice-cream in the winters?
why waste money on chocolates?
why cuddle teddy when grown up?
answers i don't know
what will i do if i know the answers?
may be..
we'll share ice-creams in the winter
i'll waste money to buy lots of chocolates
i'll gift you the biggest teddy
and we'll keep talking..
two souls in the old memory yard
SILENCE by AGENT KAY
today once again i felt my silence come nad sit beside me... no today i am not unhappy but in peace.in absolute peace i lay.still there is a wave somewhere which disturbs my heart at some corner telling me that a big storm awaits....i remember talking about the silence after these so called storm, as i term it.the silence, that provokes one's mind with the memories of the past. that deadly silence is cruel.but not as much as the silence which brings about the splintering thoughts of future that makes one shudder.changing circumstances in ones life can create a monotonous space.it isn't easy, i agree, to accept and compromise on past,things which have already inflicted their injury upon us.but isn't it more terrible a fact to compromise on the forthcoming miseries..it is like the fate of a leaf which is half brown and half green. he sees his companions, the brown leaves, fall from their branches and mingle in the brown earth.how hard would it be for the leaf to acept the fact that one day he would too have to meet the same end.silence, that burns one from inside with the very thought of the known. yet to come to future is what i speak of today.it is restless, excited and active unlike the silence which proceeds these disasterous nerverecking events, which in contrast are fatigued, inactive and deadly...this silence is not dead. it is full of life. it is restless.restless in want of making a change in order to avoid the future. to avoid the inevitable future.the proceeding silence has born all its consequences, it knows its own nature and what harm it can cause. but the preceeding silence is in opposition and is much more cruel to what the first has been.circumstances, as one knows cannot be changed.but the silence, restless enough to make a change can sometimes drastically affect the life of the one bearing this prolonged silence.it can change you. it can make you insane.mindless.today again i feel my silence come and sit beside me.it has made the dead alive. the peace restless.transformed the unactive dullness of my life to an active and exciting voice of pain..my heart today shrinks in its own thoughts and of the fear of the forthcoming happenings...the nerve recking future...it fears how they would affect its previously affected wavelengths.how deadly and dangerous can circumstance prove to be to an already dead soul. but that consolation could not be given today as silence has brought in dead the waves of life, but those of pain greater than any other.i am not unhappy today, i'm just restles to bring about a change, somehow.so as to stop those waves of life to escape the boundaries of my heart once again...
[ AGENT KAY ]
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