jester king

my hair wire like crazy swirl,
my beard twist and twirl.
In between, my stare was straight,
my thoughts were blurred.
A question just pop at the edge
between jester and king.

Mister

the chubby girl

Its funny to see her dancing, sometimes it tickles the mind.
the shorts where too tight i thought. but i admire her spirit,
the nature of her character being true and free from the mundane.

Keep walking

Walking... sometime you walk straight to the other intermediate point, sometime you skip and hop in aimless direction. The longer you walk, you begin to hunch facing down to the road, maybe the road seems grey then as all roads seems to be, as it gets darker. I wonder if anyone begins to notice the ageing process. As the stars lit up the night for guidance, I would like to lift my face to gaze at the star for direction to a destination bear by my initial goals. But you say that’s only for the night! ...

Well wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a change of day distinguish by the morning strips of silver rays leading me on to the same destination initiated back where the dreams are flowing.

Leaving

Leaving behind the thoughts, thats a good thing...

Shopaholic

m : hey you , what you doing?