Sublime Decorum

You got that what I want
You have that what I need
That effervescent of your looks
Facade of natural beauty sent me to cloud nine

Gotta have you
Gotta pull through

Your sublime decorum
Your pretty installments
My crazy lullabies and
My silly hush and cries

Waiting your hug and kisses
Your smile and all my wishes…

© The Moshman Cometh. 131103 8.40am. Harsh reality...geekdom come

Epiloque To Nothing (The Thing That Should Not Be)

When it first started, it was from nothing.
Not of anything that I know of.
When suddenly it turned into something.
From deep in my heart, I felt something.
And I’m sure that you too, felt something.
A part of us that has grown into something.
Something new, something fresh, something beautiful.
Unofficially, we are a thing.
Apparently, other people started to think that we are a thing.
And yes, we became a thing.

Then things started to happen around us.
Some good things and some bad things.
Then the bad things got in a way between us.
Things got out of control for us.
Things turned into a big mess.
Things separated the joys we had.
Things got to from bad to worse.
And officially, we are a thing in the past.
We are nothing.

9/3/05 Mosh