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A tale foretold and remembered, Of flight and gold tipped feathers. Across the East these words have murmured, Have glided over peaks and over tree tops hovered. Have settled in hearths whenever summoned, Then bed farewell as Helios neared. Of dreams and myth this tale has been servant, Yet master of both; it's allure is like no other. The magic of replenished life, Resurrection- immortality- Rebirth from the bones of lifeless life. This tale I tell, in parts of four- From Cape, Cairo, Aryana, Rome, Hong Kong, Bangalore. A rich enfolding nighttime affair, The story of the worlds most imaginative beauty.

Untitled #12 Dancing on the green-green grass- Apple green. To be exact. Doused in tartar sauce, Magenta slurps across the tap, That spills the bright red liquid - Splash and gurgle - This tap unleashes, Quenching thirst of Gangrene floor and its own breeches. Fold and crumble; source of sauce stumbles, Down tap goes, its abundance consumed by the grass, Greedy green-green grass. Dancing on the wet, stained grass, Laughing as the earth inhales, Sauce and tap, Blood and body, Life unstrapped. Flailing hand of dancer embraces - Cold hard steele, Dipped in warmth, Stolen heat, Blood of body, Life unleashed. Dancing on the sullen bed, Sullied by a deadmans greed. Crying as the pain resists - Does not recede, It does persist, Does not give in, To the contagious euphoria of vengence. Emptied by ravenous tears, Your howls have left you, raw throated and sallow. Now, just as the one you retired, You lay emptied, e...

You cannot guess I prance around - No I dance, I explode! With every step, there is life. Full of Joy! You could attempt to assume, Try and guess, The secrete to my incessant joy. Perhaps I am oblivious to the world and its trappings. Perhaps I am a fool, A fool who has chosen a simple life, One that is, for me, Good. Without a visible source, I walk to my own beat, At times, a symphony; Music that rises and falls with every revelation of the day, I step outside to a world of colour of sight and sound. without my backtrack, I could never appreciate The wonder and simplicity That is life.

Sides War of the roses; Layed out on the battlefield, Love layed bare, Spread eagle, castrated, Harassed into submission, Eyes fixated on the sun. Blinded. War of the roses; Words,spite - The ammunition, the language, The currency. War of the roses; Strewn across the battlefield Decapitated red roses - Stems and buds- Wilted and Fresh- Testaments of a lengthily engagement. War for the roses; Love perishes between enemy lines. Never taken prisoner. Shot down in its prime. At the eve of self-realisation, Self-determination, Fruition, Forever stunted. All because we took to our sides.

Poetry  Picture it. Paint this picture, I'll paint what I see too, Lets take this image - Lets clash - Lets collide - Lets mix colours - Exchange brushes - Our strokes combined can illustrate the dizziest of vivid, The meanest of evil, The cheesiest of corny, The brightest of excellence. We'll salute our first Our most imaginative Most vivid image, In time. And then, on to the next A portrait of Love. Untitled Laughing at nothing in particular Smiling about everything Crying over anything Talking about our flaws Shouting in our minds never communicating sighing at questions too true to answer Building a weak foundation Living within  re-enforced walls Breaking the smothering folds that have kept our shards intact. This is what your love has meant to me. Let Us   Walk along this path with me Rest your shadow next to mine Let this be our everyday, every moment Let us always know, To whom it is we belong. we will not always frol...

I'm 'writing' songs as i take a bath and forgetting them as soon as I'm dressed so...to remedy that I'm going to record them while singing them and put up the finished product on twittermp3....opinions are welcom but really....Justlisten.

            VS Both are labelled as RnB artist, but I would disagree with that ; they are way more than that. These two talented artists are comparable to no other than each other as I believe they are the best, both men play guitar and Trey songz also plays the keyboard, lets compare 'em, shall we? Miguel Miguel Jontel Pimentel was heavily inspired by rock,soul and Micheal Jackson, just like many singers of his generation. He grew up singing and it would only be natural for him to pursue it as a career. He was signed to Jive records in 2007 after leaving Black Ice records over creative differences. Because of this, he would spend the next two years writing songs for artists such as Usher, Asher Roth and Musiq Soulchild before releasing his own debut album; "All I want is you" which gave the world a hit single of the same name featuring Jcole. Standout songs include, "lotus flower bomb" with Wale,"Sure t...