Jasvinder.

Jubilant and forefront, this man of old.

A story to many, yet a stroy still untold.

Such is his divinity, encompassed in flesh, blood and bone.

Valiant is his attempt, to leave his legacy in stone.

Insured only by his dreams fuelled by foresight and ambition.

Now succumbed, he walks in a field of thorns, spawns of the devil's inhibition.

Defeated he is today, victory has been scorched in his eye.

Enraged by human stupidity, he finds solace, in the greatness up high.

Renounced by many, a brother he is to us, to me, to the family.

Sham

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For you.

Along time ago, in a different world, below a strange cloud, at the edge of a familiar pleateau.
Sharing a beautiful moment, where time stops, where reality is the encompassing shadow.
Hands snugged under warm soft cotton,
Inching ever so closer to the feeling long forgotten.
Quiet smothers the air, as we find a gift God given.
In a solemn prayer we hold on to it as our fingers trace the linen.
Now i remember. and forever i shall be grateful for your humble reminder.

the Movida Conspiracy

thy neighbour.

Like anything which is precious
A diamond of thorn amongst the roses
Vividly created with flaws of imperfection
Incidently like Eve's very own reflection.
Not knowing its true form of purpose
Iducing hope and prayers amongst the devil's curses
A diamond beyond the confinement of the word precious

have you been there? you know, the place that you think about when your alone.

are you alone there? do you find yourself staring at the sunset and looking for someone on your own.

can you feel pain there? does the cuts you got 5 mins ago still hurt when you scratch.

are you lost when you're there? do you suddenly feel like you need someone to match.

do you feel strong there? or do you feel the weakest you have since forever.

do find friends there? when you walk down the yard to see the faces of pirates and their long lost treasure.

can you remember why you're there? or do you still tell yourself that its not your fault.

you still there? i thought we were brothers, you know like nuts and bolts.

we were there? i'm sorry, i cant remember about all the times we fought.

are you there? oh look. silly me. this phone is missing its chord.

BwLhAiCtKe

can you sing in silence = and look thru the eyes of the blind
can you comfort to cause pain = and pray to the devil devine.

can you tell the truth to lie = and look down on a star
can your body listen = and let your heart love the Tsar.

can you see regret in a new borns eye = and look for life in a graveyard
can you realise that money is life = and say that saint theresa has no heart.

can you bleed and be high = and drown in a sea of sand
can you find realilty in a dream = can you buy a friend.

can you plant a dead tree = and encourage fear
can you die in heaven = an see your reflection in a mirror.

are you there. can you see me.
are you there. please help me.

my name is tiffany, or was it michelle.
it doesnt really matter now. i need help. i fell.

i cant see very well. but it hurts all over.
they yanked my hair so hard. i knew he was coming sooner or later.

he pinned me down. he hit me harder and harder.
i was in too much pain before i realised that the crowd arrived. i still can hear the laughter.

i told daddy to stop. but he was too drunk as usual.
his hand held me down. while his friends helped themselves to me.

i couldnt understand what was going on. what was on me that they keep taking my clothes off.
i got very cold. i got very scared.

they seemed happy. they took turns.
i told daddy to tell them to stop. he looked at me all glazed. his cigarrette burned.

when they were done. daddy picked me up. he still talking to his mates.
i felt safe.

until he threw me out the window.
daddy left me to die.

this be the last letter i write to you.
tommorow i start anew.






rizuana aka tiffany
1990-2008
i remember.