Thursday, December 08, 2005

New Year Blues

Give me new
a tale of two
into the hue
outta the blue

Get a new fix
jumpin jack kicks
quality d***s
and a bottle opener too

Never call him again
find another game
dream of instant fame
and change my nickname

This time learn drivin,
catch the the art of thrivin
a little swingin' and jivin
shake those sad, old shoes

Fall up,
fall down
get drowned
in the sound
of meaningless
smelling too much
like coffee bean duds
in empty cups


Ashmi said...

hey great,i'm the first one to comment!...i must say those words carry meanings hidden and speak volumes for themselves...i happened to bump in to your site and all i find are words that make me wanna ponder on thoughts that leave all baffled and lost...Good poem,keep it up! :-)

Ashmi said...

can't belive it!i read all your articles.they are simply awesome.feelings too pure and undulated reflected through words so beautiful. :-)

Tell me no more of enchanted days said...

Thank u so much dear. U flatter me way too much. I don't know what to say :) Beaming!

Oreen said...

pagal . . .

Ashmi said...

its sad you can't take my compliments in the right spirit,perhaps coz its seldom people mean the words they say...or perhaps the way life has treated you has made you so sceptical that you find it difficult to differentiate between what's true and what's false...anyways take care friend

Oreen said...

hey, i was out of network reach . . .
away into the night.

Oreen said...

deep orange is for you. read it sometime.