cool breeze blowin' at her lil body
half squatin' on lil stool
attention belongs to she
and heR computer
into her world and only hers
cool breeze feels coolin'
where thou scents of flowers
went to?
the computer's supposed to have
only her attention
nobody elses..
oh..lil corner by the window at 18 Jun 09
feels a lil less dreamy
a lil less poetic
a lil upliftin'
all is fine at home, now
all feels shaky and uncertain, out
there..
feels a lil home, more like home
cozy home, scented home, like gods
came to bless her home..
with sandalwood burnin' incense
rose potpurri, romantic in love ladies
slightly peachy fruity euphoric sensation..
oh..oh..oh.. she can't be back.
baby..oh baby, come back to me?
may god bless her mind to
have them cleared as like her blessed home.
a silent prayer' a silent prayer' calms her
lil soul .
amen.

go back baby. go back to where you came from.
you don't belong here. he's been hurt.
healing starts from now.

come back if you may, come back if you want.
he's there for you.

call me Augustine if you may
the wind is cool almost cold
the flowers doesn't bloom at this hour of
11.30 evening
the stars ain't shining and the moon has gone home

it feels a lil' strange without
dokie..
a lil' quiet without madant..
and maybe cetus..
or wingman..
and ah rong..so is ling..
then there is a vegetable leek..
and many more..why are these name out on augustine?

the scents of the flowers doesn't fill the air
the glow of the stars doesn't shine the skies
the moans of the cats doesn't disturb my sleep
anymore..
the calmness in the air doesn't do what it should be doing

Augustine augustine..all i ask for if you may
is that i never ask for anything.
my birthday is coming in abeyance.