Controlling Water...

The palms of his hands

Pointed towards;

Facing a pool of water,

Try to use telekinesis

To bring it to his control

And manipulate a lethal hold

On this natural element.

Every attempt

To bend this water

And the water beyond

One pool,

Fails every time

Regardless of Man's resiliency-

-To succeed;

A sad fact he cannot understand

(Within the element itself that

He refuses to comprehend,

Believing that nature will be tamed

When the truth remains

That a cycle will repeat

Which will drown him once again).

He directs his palms to the pool of water

And tries to take control

(Once again).

Words without Feelings; (Feelings without Words)...

As soon as I was about to say it;
(Tell you);
On the brink of expression;
(Feelings true);
The edge of articulation;
(To simple words);
As soon as I was about to recite;
(My feelings to you)
(Kept inside as I gather my words)
(Afraid to escape my inner security)
Avoiding it with complex assertions
(To think of a simple way to say it)
(As soon as I was about to-)
Tell you;

You left...

I was once again;
(Speechless)...

Sounds of Bollywood Page

So I've made a page linked to this blog, found in the sidebar, dedicated to Bollywood songs. So I'm still in the process of linking every Beemp3.com HTML music player code for each song listed on there so be patient. There are also songs that I will add later on as the list is not complete. Currently there are around 150 good songs I want to link onto this "Sounds of Bollywood" page so it will take a while. Also, whenever new songs come out, I will also put those up for your listening pleasure. Have fun!

Is it possible to corner someone in a round room? (Yes it is possible)

Comments Work Under Posts Now!

Yeah!!! Finally figured out the code to embed the comments under my posts!

Am I Not Napoleon?

I've had my rise, in which I was an incredible being, capable of immense good and excellence. Then this hunger exceeded my conscience and now I am but a crumbled waste, full of regret and failure, that I have fallen for good.

Literature...

Words I cannot understand;
Their literal meanings...
Lost.
Translated and spoken again
Into something completely,
Unpredictably different.
The literal becomes oppressed-
While the metaphorical exceeds
The meaning beyond this single
Interpretation.
Objectivity
Becomes subjective,
Lost in meaning;
The navigator creates a map
Of varying interpretations...
Forgetting the compass that will lead them
(Back to the center).
Originally a single
(point);
Becoming a tangent...

...Then a far-off extrapolation,
Where the (point) does not exist
"Literally" on its own.

Reconciliation...

I step outside my original home
And find myself facing a wall of fire
Smoke, gunshots-
-Explosions.
I fear to know who, besides me,
Sees me. I'll never know until
The bullet hits me.
Some bullets zip past and clunk
On our metal trucks
And the constant erratic rattling
Of the cause of the clunks itself.
Even in silence,
My ears ring. Always ready for surprise-
Whenever that might erupt.

Now I deafen my ears to the ringing,
Blind myself from what I was facing,
Feel the breeze to which I was borne,
And open my senses to see my original home.
Still a few rings; startled by clanks,
Reconciling myself: this squirrel is not a tank.
I look up to the ceiling of my porch,
Still the same, yet my memory still scorched.
It begins to get better; the instabilities fade,
Hearing the wind chimes and no longer afraid.