Fatal

Flirting with freedom can be fatal.

When all will be revealed...

Come home my darling
come home my sweet
out from the tentacles
of the deep

Come home my darling
come home my sweet
out from the lost woods
alone where you weep

Come home my darling
come home my sweet
off from the streets
where shadows creep

The kettle is boiling
Come home my sweet
A sweater in cream
Come home my sweet
The fire is dying
tonight where will you sleep?

Come home my darling
come home my sweet
your hand on my chest
feel a pained heart bleed

---kash


This piece was hidden somewhere, so just got it out.

A line fades each day

You are all that is left of me now,

Recently I felt this feeling

That I stopped feeling a long time ago.

The words I still believe, will march on.

In hordes, a perfect communion.

"But you're like my talking book", she said.

And I was filled with an unknown scorn for everyone.

Didn't speak about love with someone for long

Could anybody give me my innocence back?

Feel like a war criminal already.

A battle of worms in my head now.

Could be better with a sewn tongue.

You are a different page of the story

which my author didn't write.

And you know why I did it?

Coz I thought it was possible

You are the R… word,

Worse than the F… word like you know.

KNAT

A poet will never be a calculator,
a dream shall never see the day
A laugh cannot be for reason
no matter how you say.

Maverick and bohemian
Without class and taste
Will never buy any armani
How much ever you waste

A piggy bank without a slot
is what he'll be
who never sings for freedom
And doesn't even agree.