BREEZIN THE OOZE OUT.....

It came out like a river once I let it out
When I thought that I wouldn't know how
Held onto it forever just pushing it down
Felt so good to let go of it now
Not wrapping this in ribbons
Shouldn't have to give a reason why
It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow
I can't believe that I stayed till today
There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow
There's nothing here in this soul left to say


The husky voice of daughtry echoing in my ear plug, I realize, it's really not at all a surprise that I won’t be here tomorrow!!!!!!!!!! The melody of no surprise was still chording my ear, when I was doing the talking with daughter of god. When you are deep drowned in a book, the eyes do all the pain staking effort. Lying back in the back seat of the car, talking to my eyes and listening to the songs of C.D. MC...... And in every break of the leafing over, I continued taking a glance of the landscape I was entering into. Everything seemed to move in perfect unison with each other. I was determined to let seth reach his destined zoe when the car took a full turn and dropped the book from my hand. The next minute, I go to the book but the boulevard took over my eyes to do the widening. It held rows of difference.... rubber in neighbor with durian sharing the boundary with cotton... and magnificently the drinking tree stooping out its branches for a sip in the pond. nature was perfectly aligned in par with beauty... all I needed at that moment was to become a Japanese again...at least that’s the perfect version of a tourist....
.I share my part of the daylight with the sea... the ushering waves of the mighty sea. All I could see was the endless stretched blue blanket on the earth. Craved at the farthest point; a perfect horizon for the orange setting sun. The lashes of the waves beating against the smooth rocks sent a splash of sea all over me. I wished I could be there for a long time… waving at the great ships that were released from the harbor or the yachts hooked onto the marina. The little mouse island was a peculiar looking island with overgrown mosses and multiple small trees. I can enjoy the view from the balcony of the condo where I was put up that night.

The cool breeze from the sea sent a quiver of thrill in you. I could have had a greater view if not for the tall building that blocked the view in the middle…. Wish I can do something about it…
Every rising tide devours the might of the shore....is this truth a necessity or the fall before the dawn??????
i listen to the wind of change and i hear neither the cry of the past nor the sobs of the present.... future lies miles away, within my very present...
I cared to lend my trifile ears to the submerging faith of the heart that weeped to the  resentment of the of the days gone by... I mystified my trust with the arousing expectancy of the void.... those were the aroused tide, but with every new wave, the sea unfolds a dynamic truth....
so i devour in the might of the vast sea to feel myslef
" A DIP IN THE SEA"....
but DROP BY DROP IS THE WATER POT FILLED.....
The Sea is not an option, it is adhered to it,,,,