It is messy and rickety
Secret that saddens the heart
The wise also fall into thorns
A fall is every fools’ a sanctuary
A fall is aching but shy
A friendly but frantic tumble
It is volatile, gnarled and old
The reason for frantic weeps and pleads
A fall forces one to smell the earth
In a curious but explosive melancholy
To the innocent soft mournful whisperings
Of the ground’s vermin’s sweat, storm and steam
A fall blows away wisps of clouds,
Bowing the faint strands of sunshine
Those carrying hints of overtaxed heart
Pain of a poisoned good reputation
Sifting lies from a bulk of truth
A fall can smoothen all thoughts
It is a gone moment before starting
The wise had spoken of the word before
Of a mirror that had never shown reflection
Rush of jumbled sensations
Got leveled by reasonable thoughts
Carried by the kiss of grand gentle drafts
That beamed the face like an old magician
Who had discovered overt and covert tricks
Pangs of constant disgrace
Receded like a ship on the shore
Feeling had never been reflected before
It was a hale and hearty star filled nighttime
Gleaming eyes carried peace and trails of pride
Inner fire sparked all senses
Hardening all delicate features
Set apart by animal grace and strides
Pins and pricks of moonlight radiated trees
Stirring forgotten also lost warmth and desires
The vision was blurred by uncontainable tears
Of misunderstanding and hurt feelings
It was nothing but hard delusions
Not one or two meanings
Had to dismiss
Eyes had turned hollow
All glitter had vanished
Held neither curiosity
Nor iota of hope
Shadows subdued the sun
Tears warmed his laps
He felt guilty
Strain and drain seeped
Into his flesh and bones
Reducing him into a corpse
He wished to burn all memories
Memories of his fertile mind
Those he hoped would flower
Now they hid behind his eyelids
He wished to let go of all the pain
Wished it to be so easy
Like opening eyes
But it wasn’t
Eyes shut, he conjured the image
Its presence wouldn’t fail him
Had never failed him
It steadied his senses
He recalled the image
It noticed him
Sound were soft
Lulled him into security
IF YOU ARE BORN ON March 27, you are known for your impulsive nature. Along side of that trait is your strength or your aggressive quality. Some think you are arrogant because of it.
The zodiac sign for 27 March birthday is Aries and you are without a doubt self reliant and adventurous Arian although you love being at home. A quiet evening with someone you care about suits you well but there are times when you want to feel the beat. You want to party and let your hair down.
The March 27th birth-date horoscope shows that you value your loved ones and their thoughts and opinions but you have a way of getting them to see your point of view. It does not take much to persuade them to think as you do.
Life at your house can be somewhat chaotic because you are involved in your family’s lives beyond your call of duty. I am sorry to say but, Aries, you are a busybody. Do not be so judgmental. Live and let live. It will be less stressful on you.
When Arians become parents, they encourage their children to take measures that allows for independent doing and thinking. Those born on this day will guide their children in the right way but we know it does not pan out always.
You are most certainly there for them when they fall. You teach that when you fall, you just have to brush yourself off and try it again. That is all… it is plain and simple.
The 27th March birthday personality trait that you have is your active physical desire and looking for soulmates with the same drive. Because you want to remain loyal, you show your appreciation for the intimate time you spend with your partner.
Those born on this day March 27th, are playful and attentive lovers. You have a way of creating a bond that is almost shatterproof. With this in mind, Aries, you are not in a hurry to make a lasting relationship
Yes indeed, Aries as your birth date astrology predicts, you are destined for success. Your whole life has been leading up to the day that you claim financial security. You are happiest in power positions but are no stranger to the lower aspects of the chain.
As your birth day characteristics show, you have worked hard to achieve the status you have by starting at the bottom. It is one of the reasons you are lucrative. You know the in’s and out’s about the business you are in.
Aries zodiac birthdays dream and you dream big! The amazing thing is that your dreams come true. In pursuit of financial wealth, you are flexible as you know nothing is given to you. It takes hard work and you tend to work longer hours. When it is over, however, you can relax and vacation wherever you want to go.
The March 27 birthday meaning also implies you work hard and play even harder, Aries. You love cooking up something on the grill or on the stove top. Either way, there is something good in store. Getting folks together over a meal will cure any signs of depression.
You invite everyone over for delicious food, fun and amusing stories. Those born on this day seldom have any signs of obesity. You do not have to worry about that though, Aries. You know what to eat and what foods pack on the pounds so you are likely to maintain your weight.
What your birthdate March 27 says about you is that you are self reliant, loyal, and sexual individuals. You love your home life but every blue moon, like to get out to a mixer so you can mingle with like minds. You will also train your children to become as successful as you are.
You are a persuasive individual so it does not take much to win over someone to your way of thinking. You love to cook and when you do, Aries, you invite everybody to partake of your nutritious meals. It may look like it is fattening but, it is not. Arians born on this day are fun loving people. They love to live life to the maximum.
Darkness ebb and flow
When he woke up today,
He saw threads of sunshine,
Slithering through bare-branches,
Swore the sun was winking at him
But he knew it carried no promise,
At least not for him,
He was forgotten,
The sun never gave him warmth,
Icy sly pry and whispers,
Blamed it for his inner scars
Hated staring eyes,
They were sharp blades,
Cutting right through his soul,
Rendering him dull and useless,
Nighttime called his dreams.
They were more alive
Coloring the dawn
Loved soaking in the rain,
It softened his skin,
He waited impatiently,
Darkness to settle in,
Noises to dwindle,
To draw him in,
He never had to feel small,
Nighttime was gentle,
As I hugged the unusual, empty, snaking road,
I was well aware of the invincible presence,
A whoring evil presence… staring…hating,
Line of unsettled faces souring with loath
Sometimes I felt naked under their invincible gawk,
Overwhelmed with the stench of everlasting exhaustion,
But the feeling also filled my soul with a sickly sweet anticipation,
Of fate, luck or even unluck
The growing wind carried a myriad of strange dialects,
They were hissing sounds with undercurrents of fury,
What’s wrong with leading my life? Owning my life?
Doing what I want, where I want and how I want it!
I struggled to keep all obscenity well hidden in my heart,
Feeling the joy and the hurt of it too,
It attracted a strange and a curiously exciting feeling,
It felt unearthly, delectable, sweet and satisfying
I got distracted by a lone spidery purple flower,
It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant,
The flower carried neither any perfume nor odor,
Fire from the sky sent red hot winds along its path
They hissed violence that equaled the thumping of my chest,
They came from the sky of death to life,
They multiplied like maggots in a corpse,
Were they winds of change or of a new assurance?
Everything and everyone was battered down,
Consumed by self-fed agony,
Except for the lonely purple flower,
That huddled defensefully deep in the loose soil…
One should not limit his progress only to the point of moral codes.