Machines

I wonder what it is about super cool machines that make me go WWOOOOWWWW!!!
I knew i was in love the first time i laid my eyes on a lamborghini(i think it was a gallardo). Man, what a car that was!! i was absolutely besotted...
Usually orange isnt a colour one uses to paint a million dollar production car, or any other car for that matter(unless one has the intention of blinding every person laying his eyes on it) and when you hear of a orange lambo you'd expect it to be ugly and flamboyant but on the contrary orange is the best colour to canvass this awe-inspiring car.
Then came the Lamborghini Murcielago LP-670 SV......i think just the sight of it benumbed my brain and my body went torpid and i'm quite certain i was drooling. It looked diabolical to say the least! It projected the feeling-"I'll rip your head off and eat you alive!". I watched with my mouth half open when it was reviewed on top gear. If someone told me it could fly i'd probably believe that, it looked more like a fighter plane than a sports car. I'd say i was head over heels in love with it....and that was before i knew what it was capable of! Rumours has it that it can shred tarmac and slice through mountains and once i saw it perform i was convinced!
It's the love of my life! Given a choice between remaining single for the rest of my life and owning one of these babies, i'd choose this without so much as a second thought!

99 Red Balloons

whipped out the steel rule,
shouted out "en gaurde",
swinging that shit around madly,
jumping about without a thought in my head,
set my mind free and danced like a perfectly insane madman,
even unaware of the word "inhibition",
the sound of music flooding my veins,
body swaying to unheard beats,
the song kept playing in endless loop till i collapsed from exhaustion,
i closed my eyes peacefully, aware that i might never listen to that song again.



You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
As ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine decisions treat
Ninety-nine ministers meet
To worry, worry, super scurry
Call out the troops now in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it, boys, this is war
The President is on the line
As ninety-nine red balloons go by

Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht?
Daß es einmal so weit kommt
Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Luftballons

Ninety-nine dreams I have had
And every one a red balloon
It's all over, and I'm standing pretty
In the dust that was a city
I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
Here it is, a red balloon
I think of you and let it go

P.A.I.N.

Pain is the reminder of ones existence,
even more so when the injury is life threatening.
Excitement is ephemeral, boredom is eternal.
Now when i look back, i see a fleeting moment of consciousness,
a fraction of transient time that brought me down to earth
and it'll take a lot more than sleeping pills to get rid of that memory

glimpse

magically heal the tattered dreams,
ameliorate the phantom pain,
glistening dark tattoo on a limp, cold, partially decaying arm,
deception of fallen heroes,
golden haze - occluded vision,
the dawn of the night

R.I.P.

rest in peace my friend, you were always by my side - through thick and thin and i'll be there for you when your last comrade abandons you, even when your confidant betrays you and you breathe your last, i'll be there to wipe your tears and the blood off your lips
love is a dangerous thing.....the word itself holds such immense power
you should have paid heed to me whilst i warned you not to use the word so liberally,
look what you have brought upon yourself....you deserved better and my heart bleeds for you

the gunshot hole illuminates the empty room,
you can bend to the best of your abilities and yet escape is impossible,
that scrawny little body of yours will implode under the immense pressure,
the ashes lost in the endless labyrinth,
all you can do is watch as the last evidence of your existence fades away into the darkness

this worthless body is the only thing that tethers my mind to reality,
how i wish my mind was simply drifting in a matrix of information,
the matrix held together by interconnected thoughts,
every laudable idea and thought that has ever occurred to anyone within the mind's reach,
other worthy minds partaking in discussions far beyond the grasp of common minds,
not a banal conversation to be heard,
that's bliss

morphing appearance

cold winds sting my cheeks,
the night draws closer as the last drop of sweat struggles to de-materialize,
the sun dipping lower with every passing second into the interminable horizon,
veiled by the dull clouds which ornate its ironically dreary existence,
there are no anticipative fumes, no dampness or entropy,
the calm skies invite you closer to the unfathomable sea below,
the diffusive orange glow, almost dark, skim the surface,
the remnants of sun almost palpable,
if only i could grasp it in my hands,
i wouldn't part with it till i expelled my soul,
i would love you more than my life,
only if you weren't a figment of my imagination,
please give me a reason to believe so,
i beg you....please