110901860839550976
February 21, 2005
110901860839550976
February 21, 2005
110901860839550976
February 21, 2005
110901860839550976
February 21, 2005
The Lady at the Bar
February 18, 2005
One Saturday night,
As heavens cried,
I drove down the streets of loneliness
Nursing a broken heart
Wiping a tear that hung on my windshield
When something caught my eye.
A neon sign it was
Another neon sign down the road
Three letters glistened distinct and clear
Powerful enough to make me pull up my car
By the side of the road’
Twas a bar.
Smoke filled and crazy
Midst a boisterous crowd
Moved smartly dressed bartenders
As the smell of wine
Hung loosely in the air.
At the corner and away from the crowd
Sat a lady dressed in elfin white
As white as a dead man’s shroud.
Black earrings dangled that almost kissed her cheeks
Sitting all alone
As her fingers played on the wineglass.
Went up and asked her
If she’d like my company.
“I don’t like men”, she said
“They are dogs that walk the earth on two feet.
They crave for love and they go.
Love they know not ,its just lust that they know.”
Something struck my head
It wasn’t her perfume though.
As I sat by her side and ordered some whisky.
“Women are devils” I retorted
“Devils personified
They think they are angels
Enchantresses they are,Who eat into our soul.
They know not themselves
And they say love is their only goal.”
Her eyes shone ,
As moon in the dark mascara sky,false eyelashes
And a wicked smile lit up her face
As she parted her blood red lips to speak
“You seem to be heart broken ” she said
“And so you think of us as a curse to your race.”
We fell silent hence.
Five pegs later and tween the sixth
As I felt my body giving in to the heat
And as my feet grew light
Craving for flight.
She spoke again.
Drunk she was to the hilt
And it was not she who was speaking, ’twas her pain.
“Do you see not we are of the same kind”
Heart broken and blind
We seem to run with the flow
We think not ,we just go
Along the path our wicked hearts show
And we lose control and we lose sight
Allow someone to break our hearts
And end up in a bar like this
Like you and me tonight.
The lips seemed a blur
The reds turned pink and the pinks turned black
The next morning woke up
White sheets ,Pure and white
and suddenly caught sight
Of a card that lay beneath the vase
Twas her visiting card,with a note on it.
“CALL ME UP,JUST IN CASE”
(Whisky sure screws you up . So do Women.)
Someone please help me with a better title.
The Lady at the Bar
February 18, 2005
One Saturday night,
As heavens cried,
I drove down the streets of loneliness
Nursing a broken heart
Wiping a tear that hung on my windshield
When something caught my eye.
A neon sign it was
Another neon sign down the road
Three letters glistened distinct and clear
Powerful enough to make me pull up my car
By the side of the road’
Twas a bar.
Smoke filled and crazy
Midst a boisterous crowd
Moved smartly dressed bartenders
As the smell of wine
Hung loosely in the air.
At the corner and away from the crowd
Sat a lady dressed in elfin white
As white as a dead man’s shroud.
Black earrings dangled that almost kissed her cheeks
Sitting all alone
As her fingers played on the wineglass.
Went up and asked her
If she’d like my company.
“I don’t like men”, she said
“They are dogs that walk the earth on two feet.
They crave for love and they go.
Love they know not ,its just lust that they know.”
Something struck my head
It wasn’t her perfume though.
As I sat by her side and ordered some whisky.
“Women are devils” I retorted
“Devils personified
They think they are angels
Enchantresses they are,Who eat into our soul.
They know not themselves
And they say love is their only goal.”
Her eyes shone ,
As moon in the dark mascara sky,false eyelashes
And a wicked smile lit up her face
As she parted her blood red lips to speak
“You seem to be heart broken ” she said
“And so you think of us as a curse to your race.”
We fell silent hence.
Five pegs later and tween the sixth
As I felt my body giving in to the heat
And as my feet grew light
Craving for flight.
She spoke again.
Drunk she was to the hilt
And it was not she who was speaking, ’twas her pain.
“Do you see not we are of the same kind”
Heart broken and blind
We seem to run with the flow
We think not ,we just go
Along the path our wicked hearts show
And we lose control and we lose sight
Allow someone to break our hearts
And end up in a bar like this
Like you and me tonight.
The lips seemed a blur
The reds turned pink and the pinks turned black
The next morning woke up
White sheets ,Pure and white
and suddenly caught sight
Of a card that lay beneath the vase
Twas her visiting card,with a note on it.
“CALL ME UP,JUST IN CASE”
(Whisky sure screws you up . So do Women.)
Someone please help me with a better title.
The Lady at the Bar
February 18, 2005
One Saturday night,
As heavens cried,
I drove down the streets of loneliness
Nursing a broken heart
Wiping a tear that hung on my windshield
When something caught my eye.
A neon sign it was
Another neon sign down the road
Three letters glistened distinct and clear
Powerful enough to make me pull up my car
By the side of the road’
Twas a bar.
Smoke filled and crazy
Midst a boisterous crowd
Moved smartly dressed bartenders
As the smell of wine
Hung loosely in the air.
At the corner and away from the crowd
Sat a lady dressed in elfin white
As white as a dead man’s shroud.
Black earrings dangled that almost kissed her cheeks
Sitting all alone
As her fingers played on the wineglass.
Went up and asked her
If she’d like my company.
“I don’t like men”, she said
“They are dogs that walk the earth on two feet.
They crave for love and they go.
Love they know not ,its just lust that they know.”
Something struck my head
It wasn’t her perfume though.
As I sat by her side and ordered some whisky.
“Women are devils” I retorted
“Devils personified
They think they are angels
Enchantresses they are,Who eat into our soul.
They know not themselves
And they say love is their only goal.”
Her eyes shone ,
As moon in the dark mascara sky,false eyelashes
And a wicked smile lit up her face
As she parted her blood red lips to speak
“You seem to be heart broken ” she said
“And so you think of us as a curse to your race.”
We fell silent hence.
Five pegs later and tween the sixth
As I felt my body giving in to the heat
And as my feet grew light
Craving for flight.
She spoke again.
Drunk she was to the hilt
And it was not she who was speaking, ’twas her pain.
“Do you see not we are of the same kind”
Heart broken and blind
We seem to run with the flow
We think not ,we just go
Along the path our wicked hearts show
And we lose control and we lose sight
Allow someone to break our hearts
And end up in a bar like this
Like you and me tonight.
The lips seemed a blur
The reds turned pink and the pinks turned black
The next morning woke up
White sheets ,Pure and white
and suddenly caught sight
Of a card that lay beneath the vase
Twas her visiting card,with a note on it.
“CALL ME UP,JUST IN CASE”
(Whisky sure screws you up . So do Women.)
Someone please help me with a better title.
The Lady at the Bar
February 18, 2005
One Saturday night,
As heavens cried,
I drove down the streets of loneliness
Nursing a broken heart
Wiping a tear that hung on my windshield
When something caught my eye.
A neon sign it was
Another neon sign down the road
Three letters glistened distinct and clear
Powerful enough to make me pull up my car
By the side of the road’
Twas a bar.
Smoke filled and crazy
Midst a boisterous crowd
Moved smartly dressed bartenders
As the smell of wine
Hung loosely in the air.
At the corner and away from the crowd
Sat a lady dressed in elfin white
As white as a dead man’s shroud.
Black earrings dangled that almost kissed her cheeks
Sitting all alone
As her fingers played on the wineglass.
Went up and asked her
If she’d like my company.
“I don’t like men”, she said
“They are dogs that walk the earth on two feet.
They crave for love and they go.
Love they know not ,its just lust that they know.”
Something struck my head
It wasn’t her perfume though.
As I sat by her side and ordered some whisky.
“Women are devils” I retorted
“Devils personified
They think they are angels
Enchantresses they are,Who eat into our soul.
They know not themselves
And they say love is their only goal.”
Her eyes shone ,
As moon in the dark mascara sky,false eyelashes
And a wicked smile lit up her face
As she parted her blood red lips to speak
“You seem to be heart broken ” she said
“And so you think of us as a curse to your race.”
We fell silent hence.
Five pegs later and tween the sixth
As I felt my body giving in to the heat
And as my feet grew light
Craving for flight.
She spoke again.
Drunk she was to the hilt
And it was not she who was speaking, ’twas her pain.
“Do you see not we are of the same kind”
Heart broken and blind
We seem to run with the flow
We think not ,we just go
Along the path our wicked hearts show
And we lose control and we lose sight
Allow someone to break our hearts
And end up in a bar like this
Like you and me tonight.
The lips seemed a blur
The reds turned pink and the pinks turned black
The next morning woke up
White sheets ,Pure and white
and suddenly caught sight
Of a card that lay beneath the vase
Twas her visiting card,with a note on it.
“CALL ME UP,JUST IN CASE”
(Whisky sure screws you up . So do Women.)
Someone please help me with a better title.
110873104524450465
February 18, 2005
I want to run away,
Run away to a place where,
the sun never sets,
where hope never floats
and love doesn’t hurt.
where hearts don’t break
and wounds ever heal
I want tor run away,
To a place
Where I could bury my sins
and drive away the demons of the past
Where I could stack away the evil
and burn away the pain.
I want to run away
Run away from myself.
Just wanna know
Who I am.
110873104524450465
February 18, 2005
I want to run away,
Run away to a place where,
the sun never sets,
where hope never floats
and love doesn’t hurt.
where hearts don’t break
and wounds ever heal
I want tor run away,
To a place
Where I could bury my sins
and drive away the demons of the past
Where I could stack away the evil
and burn away the pain.
I want to run away
Run away from myself.
Just wanna know
Who I am.
