Olfacted into my system
coursing through my veins
your fragrance, oh, so ambrosial,
an antidote to life's most pains.
Addicted i am, addicted to you,
Aah! The hours spent with you, seem so few.
Stroking my longing lips,
calming my suffering soul
your touch, oh, so silken,
to do your will, me you cajole.
Addicted i am, addicted to you,
Aah! The hours spent with you, seem so few
Beheld into my eyes,
bejewelled into my sense,
your form, oh, so ethereal,
an image imprint on my lens.
Addicted i am, addicted to you,
Aah! The hours spent with you, seem so few.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Statistic
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number.
The track is long, winding,
With numerous hurdles thrown in at will,
And running, slaving on it,
Are the zombies, toiling with an inked till.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
A blasphemy it is, on the track,
To have an emotive quality.
And digits of the numerical kind matter
More than a human personality.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
The track ends where the rainbow does,
And the gold at the end is but a Leprechaun’s.
But instead of seeing the seven splendid shades,
He grabs the gold at the advent of dawn.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
Time to be aroused
From a wakeful slumber.
Stop once and think,
Is the effort worth the number?
The man becometh a number.
The track is long, winding,
With numerous hurdles thrown in at will,
And running, slaving on it,
Are the zombies, toiling with an inked till.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
A blasphemy it is, on the track,
To have an emotive quality.
And digits of the numerical kind matter
More than a human personality.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
The track ends where the rainbow does,
And the gold at the end is but a Leprechaun’s.
But instead of seeing the seven splendid shades,
He grabs the gold at the advent of dawn.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
Time to be aroused
From a wakeful slumber.
Stop once and think,
Is the effort worth the number?
Statistic
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number.
The track is long, winding,
With numerous hurdles thrown in at will,
And running, slaving on it,
Are the zombies, toiling with an inked till.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
A blasphemy it is, on the track,
To have an emotive quality.
And digits of the numerical kind matter
More than a human personality.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
The track ends where the rainbow does,
And the gold at the end is but a Leprechaun’s.
But instead of seeing the seven splendid shades,
He grabs the gold at the advent of dawn.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
Time to be aroused
From a wakeful slumber.
Stop once and think,
Is the effort worth the number?
The man becometh a number.
The track is long, winding,
With numerous hurdles thrown in at will,
And running, slaving on it,
Are the zombies, toiling with an inked till.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
A blasphemy it is, on the track,
To have an emotive quality.
And digits of the numerical kind matter
More than a human personality.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
The track ends where the rainbow does,
And the gold at the end is but a Leprechaun’s.
But instead of seeing the seven splendid shades,
He grabs the gold at the advent of dawn.
A statistic maketh a man
The man becometh a number
Time to be aroused
From a wakeful slumber.
Stop once and think,
Is the effort worth the number?
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