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I thought life would be boring and


less interesting without you seems the opposite.


Kudo's to new friends new breaths of life


 and cheers to letting go.!

The one that got away.

Should I have let you go. . .

In the palm of my hand. 
Darn, all for just the 
Sense and sensibility of the situation. 

Why so rational and logical . . . 
At such an irrational and illogical age, 
That was before . 
The lust, 
I should have trust 
Yet morals were made in haste. 
Previously calming but now puzzling. 

Should I have let go . . . 
In something that came to me. 
That was mine. 

For a small fraction of time. . 
Or for however long I could have wanted it. 
Reminising over something that hardly started, 
That was hardly there 
But was my choice to ignite the hardly there flame . 
And potentially start and stop 
With a gentle blow through 
these 
innocent 
lips, 
And a simple shrug of my hips. 

Innocent actions 
All for the greater good. 
All for future purpose. 
All for bettering both. 

And what's to show for all that, 
Could have been missed, 
Chosen not to be missed? 

Should I have let u go. . 
In the palm of my hand 
Darn, 
Should. I have let go 
In something that came to me 
That was mine. 
Now all there is this 
Parting was such sweet intimate sorrow 
Reminisce.
Bliss .

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Frozen time

Time will not stop
Time will not wait.

To mend broken hearts and broken minds.
Broken souls.
Broken people we have become.

An escalation or wrong
Thoughts of right.
Proceeding through blunt burning nails.
Temptation prodded and poked.
A choice had we of many.
Destruction and peril close
and landed afoot.

Time will not stop.
Time will not wait.

Asunder the wreckage
shattered hopes
lie diminished
upon the now unreachable dreams
wants and needs.

Time will not stop.
Time will not wait.

For drop grape, haste came.
A sacrifice like no other.
Of faith.
Of dreams.
Of change.
As we lost way,
led deeply astray.

Time will not stop.
Time will not wait.

And now present has past,
the past is the present.
Redemption is seeked;
from each-other and above.
Reconciliation extended,
to far to see.

Souls struggled
search sorrowfully in stagger.
Surreal serene ecstasy
momentarily hath doth blind
with nails of hell.

Ones so pure-hearted,
So righteous.
Ones encrypted to each-others print.

Time will not stop.
Time will not wait.

To mend broken hearts and broken minds.

Broken souls.
Broken people we have became.


Copy-written Dec 2007 by Mino Rock

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[ I wrote this five years ago when I presumed I had my own proven stubborn philosophy about everything and anything.  Sometimes the youth have the upper hand of this stubbornness of keeping their ideals and then apparent grown-up-land, that we let slip by somehow humanly undetected. Naive minds stronger then experienced ones that have see things and done things that we could all live with-out . Oh how the mighty have fallen and fallen hard. ]. Edited and uploaded as Published.

Its Like.

Its like I leaped a little.
Its like I let go;
Of grudges
Past perception.
Let go of routine
The damning killing routines.
Its like I'm fluttering,
Opening up thoughts of
Continuity.
Allowing the continuation of a difference.
Instead of that bland sickening feeling of yesterday repeating itself.

Its like I'm free
Of everything
And everyone.
Lost in my own piece of mind.
Its like my time is here.
And rolling
Calmly
and up ..up..
and away.

Taking solice and joy with what I have
And who I am.
Scratches tainted corners and all.

Its like my heart is whole again and my sense is creeping back.

Its like the essence of me is intensified.
Clarified and strong.

Its like I am happy and content.
Like I am my own best friend.
Its like
I am me again.

BackDated October 2011

Sunday October 2nd 2011

It is October and no chills just yet.
The Londoners have already packed up for winter;
boots, hats, ear muffs and coats.
The last week has ruined our plans,
with the suprising summers weather and humid of days.
We were not ready but made use of the fortunate turn of weather.
-Random like life.
This reminds us that everything is unpredictable
and our feeble souls have no power;
except to accept
and go with what is handed to us.
Rejoice in sun, good-times and happiness.
And rub warm for the approaching sinister cold.

It is October and no chills have come yet.
I am 22 and still in awe of time, destiny and the unfolding history everyday;
Like the turbulent weather in the tide of life I have clashed with another.
When avoidance of connecting with others electric impulses is what I strayed from.
-Running away from any form of deepth has been my safety net of falls.

It is October and it has been 365 days times 2;
since I truely looked at another human being and saw Life,
instead of the inner death of me.
The trees are sunlit and confused with their autumn maroon jem-coloured leaves.
They feel submerged with the warm comfort shinning on them.
I know too well of their multitude of thoughts.
The grass is cooling but not anymore refreshing then knowing; 
not one singular hair of grass was here last year.

-As my pain peaks-Randomized;
of all the little words, the razor-cuts and the larger knife stabs
of the hurt, the tears and emptiness.
Every piece of grass are like these.
And my awe stretches as I comprehend;
that one day all the darkness inside
shall be replaced by new grass.
Grass infantry in its roots but more well nurtured,
than my flowers and weeds through my adolences.

It is the second day of October,
and the cold has not hit just yet.
This day will go.
This time will go.
And it will never be that warm wonderful day in October again.

The occasion

The occasion came,

Came and Past.

So let's go back to how it was.

How it should have always been.

And give up the constantly intrusive

facade.

Of moments.

That need not be.

For ones more enriching,

Wholesome and nurturing.

Humane.

Without the basic instinct of need

and want and have.

Which has been had.

The occasion came and went.

So lets LET the facade,

that came and went, GO.!

Copy-written by Mino Rock. Backdated from May 10th 2011

PIT

emptiness 

dark

the silence after the storm

the storm of events laughter

sparks, distraction

then

gutsts of cold icy icy

air gushes in the face of conscious sleep

think 

think

were did it go all wrong

was it ever right

okay

okay

then there are no thoughts

just loneliness

awake

aseelp

and inbetween the two

what torture there is without faith

without purpose

and all i want is someone to not

accept

not allow

but support

with harsh rigid scepticism

say

no

you are wrong

you are doing wrong

and not be my friend

as it turns out

i am not even my friend

a partner companion

builder of a rightful pure

purposefull future

but right now

i have to work on a right self

doing right things

and not just thinking of right intentions

alas my friend

we shall feel no pain

or feel nothing

as i once used to

and always will wish.

how do you

how do

u

do u....

BackDated from November9th 2011

When.

When slowing down becomes panting. Run.

When push comes to shove .Jump.

When plans become dismembered. Refocus.

When knees hit the floor. Keep going.

When fears turn into failure. Succeed.

When all is doubted. Believe.

When you have hit rock bottom, theres no more to fear.

So stare

and move

and fight

against all outstanding mights.

wriggle and crawl

and survive

we only have one life.


BackDated May13th 2010

#streetslang : YOLO~ for all those who choose to put a derogatory meaning on this Phrase, every-things how you see it as.

2012

2012
I haven't uploaded on this blog 1yr plus.
2012. Big year. 
Personally.
Nationally.
Academically.
Exploration.
2012
Hopefully I wont add to the 3x lost mobiles 
and 10x lost note pads of material.
Till another time.
Suspiciously closer in Time.
Chao.