a rose for venus
veneralia will soon come
no despair be jolly
it marks, only to blossom
for rose is born to bleed
and reach to pain its secret joy
such thing
true lovers understand
beyond music
beyond language
transcends barriers
transends frontiers
Posted at 12:40 pm by
joditto
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SHIT DO HAPPENED!
this morning, everything, goes as expected. nothing, and i mean nothing will hold me off. I was on top of the world. breakfast was as if no food ever tasted so good.
somehow, as every nick approaching 12, how the day will suck, clearly starting to show. The credit card started my day by sucking all my resources and and my senses. sitting at one the corner, consoling myself though wasnt easy, it does help. It may not be much, but just enough to make me drive to my refuge.
out of nowhere, i know i supposed to stop at the t- junction. i saw the wira but my calculation was totally way off. i really wanted to stop and so was the pathetic bugger. Shit do happens. instead of not going the one way street, he chose to do it. Despite the obligation to stop at any junction, i decided to blindly dashed out from the junction. The outcome, is as expected, i put my kancil to crash test! Not much on my side accept for a shattered plate number,minor dislocation of the front hood, my ego, bruised and of course my 50bucks!
anyway, i realy hope, thats it for today. no more jinx! because if there are more, what else will it be? Yes, i need to and fix that plate as soon as posible as i cant afford another jinx! traffic cops, the well known enforcer, and well known for being the master of raining at anybody's parade!
Dear,
today, dont ask me where the monthly allowance went ;-)
am i still as narcistic as ever? you know the answer....YES!
Posted at 12:34 pm by
joditto
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welcome my dear wife welcome
welcome my dear wife welcome
you must be tired
how can i wash your feet
i have neither a silver basin nor rose water
you must be thirsty
i have no iced sherbert to offer you
you must be hungry
i cannot give you a banquet
laid on a white embroided cloth
my room is as poor as my country
welcome my dear woman, welcome
soon as you stepped into my room
the thirty four-year-old concrete became grass
when you smiled
the iron bars of the window blosomed with roses
when you wept
my hands were filled with pearls
my cell has become as rich as my heart
as bright as liberty
by nazim hikmet
Posted at 04:05 pm by
joditto
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buy me consciences
i hear whispers
shhhhh, i am listening
pardon me, do you mind?
Yes i guess
but are you sure?
is it worthed
i dont know, honestly.
the call is totally yours
YES
i have seen and heard
whether still on sale here
I am certain
for a price of course
think and of course, think again
i. once sold, non-returnable
ii. once broken, considered sold
iii. rectifications at own cost
iv. enter at own risk
Atleast, those are
from the soothsayer...
Posted at 03:10 pm by
joditto
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ghost
i guess this is it
though promised
neither of us smashed the seal
still, the splinter spleen
not murderous but adequate
take my hand
for time sake
it will be better
i know
i guess this is it
i hear a call
so strong
behind and front
drawing to the unseen
take my hand
for time sake
it will be better
Trust me
i guess this is it
lets be easy
or lets make it easy
atleast for me
Posted at 03:05 pm by
joditto
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