A small dedication to The Man... James Hetfield...

When I Turned the page,

I saw Nothin else matters...

And when the Sandman entered

The Hero of the day rescued us all..

I was unhappy being the Unforgiven,

until I realized you were Unforgiven 2

and he too joined in and made it Unforgiven 3

Until I Disappear,

and it Fades to Black,

The Master of puppets,

shall Welcome us all home to the Sanitarium...

The Call of the ktulu,

Sad but true is the Fuel

for my Unnamed Feeling..

when the Devils Dance,

Wherever I may roam,

or when the bell tolls

and the Battery dies

The memory remains

and Nothin Else Matters... 

They can't beat you my Inspiration. They're just busy being real.. 

The magical touch of your hand,

Unspoken bonding of our minds,

Wish I could meet you while I'm here,

To feel how it feels to feel you....

My imagination speaks to yours,

Your presence in my absence,

Wish I find your lap under my head someday..

Your eyes always light my thought,

When too many fingers around try to make one hand.. 

Loved during the dawn..

Hated during the dusk..

Nourished as a tender cotton..

Left to the lost and rotten..

Let us lead them out of the grey path,

Show them the bright and white wave,

and the certitude of breathing felicity..

New Faces,

Always lend you a hand...

Old ones,

Heal you like time :) 

Live is what I would say,

For those whose mind goes sway...

Choosing what is right or wrong..

Sometime the movie's just too long.. 

The first rain drop makes the sand smell sweet,

Like a shelf of books kept neat..

Like the negligible gaps in the rails during summer,

Like the orbit of the flowers by the hummer.. 

A face that seems to be away but isn't..

A hand that once was, but isn't..

Plummet into abyss, sucked by a black hole.. 

I remember the one that touched my soul..

Hold my hand.. Hold me now.. 

You don't know what you miss and how.. 

I would nourish your thought 

if you give me a shot.. 

You're not watching this is what I know..

You deserve to know and not feel so low..

This is going nowhere is what I feel,

Helping you is my happy meal.. :) 

It seems like a troubled process… Of knowing.. Of understanding.. Of believing… Of observing.. Of talking.. Of listening.. Who is governing my thoughts.. ? What does he want..? How do I get out of the shackles of confusion..? Can I really achieve what I want when I’m like this..? Complete lack of eloquence.. Timing misjudged.. Sleep not pleasant.. Mind loitering around even though you’re hibernating.. What does all this mean..? Where am I going? I feel like the rustling of leaves teach me a lesson.. I feel like the silence is asking me to shut up although I’m not talking.. I feel like the 60 keys of my Synthesizer would come out and give me a big whack and laugh at me .. Off beat eh? My life looks like a fret board.. Covered with bars and strings.. Who the hell’s using the plectrum.. Must be a skilled musician..A professional rhythm guitarist messing up the chords of my mind.. All this is undone.. I’d get back at him.. He’s not gonna be around for long.. 

There’s someone in my head..

But I don’t know what he said..

Perspicacious as it seems..

My head seems to roll..

 

Hey wake up I need to talk..

He’s persuading me to kill him..

Needless.. heedless.. He whips me down..

Please help me stand up..

 

I can’t name this feeling..

But, it feels like a mirror..

He clutches my strength..

Valorous panoplies..

 

I’m lookin up..

Can’t see his face..

I’m lookin up..

I’m feelin the pain..

 

Get out.. Get the fuck out..

Get out.. Get the fuck out..

I have me now.. I have me now..

Revival of my mind..

 

Seems distant now..

He swears he’d be back..

I look him in the eye..

And say bring it on..