Empty pages stirring back at me,
empty dreams,haunting me daily
Empty songs resonant in these labyrinths.
Empty vessels
oh the noise they make.
Empty eyes, emotionless and deep
empty, empty, empty
All is void of meaning

Empty skies
 the complexion of my mood
Empty spaces 
oh those haunting sounds, 
(my cry for help)
Empty bottles,
yet i feel no better.
Empty prayers,
faithless hope lingers
Empty clouds,
Its all a facade 
Empty, empty, empty
this vacant space inside is oh! 
so empty

dusty streets

....this dust blurs my vision
dust particles 
that hurt my eyes,
make me cry a little
and set free 
a sigh of desperation
a call to divinity
A futile prayer to my Deity.

dancing to the rhythm of love

dancing to the rhythm of love,
entangled in this embrace,
oblivious to popular sounds
cocooned in this pleasant air.
we dance to the beat of our hearts

been walkin through this tunnel....

been walking through this tunnel,
feels my walk is eternal,
still trying to find the light
to clam my freight.
suicidal thoughts,
plague my mind.
like a dead man walking.
can you see the vulture's flocking.
death knocks on my door ,
but my fear,i do not show.

i feel like i'm locked,
 behind invisible bars.
"quarantined"
 like i contracted "s.a.r.s"
avoided like leper
while this hatred gnaws deeper.

my body is weary,
my feet are heavy,
because of this aimless,endless
wandering,
through these dusty streets.
punting through eddies of dust,
in search of a path,
an answer,
an easy way out.