en route...

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society, where none intrudes, 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but Nature more, 
From these our interviews, in which I steal 
From all I may be, or have been before, 
To mingle with the Universe, and feel 
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal." 
-Lord Gordon Byron

"Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements,

like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless and lone is healing if you make it.

Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those slogans from preschool over to high school's groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you're happy in your head than solitude is blessed and lonely is okay" 
-Tanya Davis

Turning Tables

Over smiles gliding away towards the dim light,
smile I; but in random strangeness am I?
Rapid prototyping I mean every single quark,
that Oh my sweet sugar! I too have a mark,
from that rain that whispered to you and me,
whispered smiles, tears and fears;
Dreams many; good, bad and ugly,
Copper reflection on waters even,
Amidst viscous colloidal air we crawl,
we crawl, we wander with the ghost,
sculpting puddles of mud into shapes,
shapes we knew one too many, A ritual; 
a melodic romance, a trance; how spiritual!!
Dangling and lingering, on cozy clouds,
conversations lie hanigin', pretendin', being!!
Unharmed random rainlets, dropping,
screaming, loving, inspiring living,
masking inner selves, a little guilty,
a little blooded, my little beloved!!
underneath religious rain,
sculpting carbon dance under raining eagles,
wondered if I was turning tender tables!!

Bucket List

Drapes for windows anew, imitating neighbourhood too,

Furniture rearranged, pictures too; all in blue,

Watchin’, dreamin’ lucid at the porch, of you;

Lay hanging on by the leash, I wait to let go,

Like magic birthday candles reignite, reignite,

Thoughts raced of rats and Tremor Christ,

Dried tears shed tumbling down as I cried;

With every moment I lay, I lay inspired;

I’ll make my yellow bucket list,

This’ll also include in it some of Budapest,

I’ll head off maybe from Scarborough,

Go all the way to Bali with packs of Marlboro,

And maybe then, I’d have answered;

All those questions that have lingered,

And maybe then, I’d have lived,

All those rights and wrongs, greeted and treated,

I’ll travel alone but not lonely,

My feet, my only carriage, I’ll carry;

I’ll carry me home one night!!

The God Particle

Hurray!! they say they've found it,

what carries me home tonight,

so much conflict, as the curling snake curled,

biting venom into its own self,

but from the otherside!! All I taught her,

has been washed away, into tears and laughter,

So random, I laugh at me and my humor,

and the second followed, a buried chapter,

Afloat yet so deep under,
 fried and cooked,

wasted and dusted,
 Oh where is the blue broom?

My seven sisters, they need a sweep off the room,

Where did I sleep last night vexing?

Pickin' brown, broken leaves into my rucksack,

Packed I'm headed away,

yet again the sense of belongings fading away,

where the sun don't ever shine,

they say they've found it,

The God Particle!!