A Letter from March

The Inner Conscience..

Pleasant greetings to a parallel entity of chaos..it is the first of March as I trail this train of thoughts along this track of acquaintance..my condolences to a grim and temperamental February..kudos to my shadow of a past..let bygones remain as such..I open my eyes to a capricious way of life in the hope of March..it is the promise of imminent odds in the face of diversity..I am at oath with myself to abstain from the grasp of falter.."I shall not stumble" are the painstaking words that I utter in a state of revolt..in spite of what I have come to believe in..I will unfailingly stand in the plinth of this frugal civilization..resilient yet calm..with a melancholic remorse that bears a thousand tales in the crux of the murky night..I am not without an anecdote..the lines of my existence are sprawled out in my adolescent innocence..tainted by the ashes and debris of a yesterday that I cannot seem to forget..these are the chronicles of my Life!!

The Shrewd Reality..

The expression 'pinched' was used by me just for the sake of using it..I thought it would look nice in the sentence and so I chose it..just like a girl who will choose what dress to she wants wear when she goes for a night out..it wasn't meant to convey an implication of any sort..frankly, there is nothing much to it really..so lets wipe this stain off the platter of our amity..be foretold that you could never upset me or institute triviality in my placid fortitude ..your attempts would only result in your grudging distress..though at times i may beg to differ..

I am not one to elaborate on my dealings with e-mail clients and mail servers but I would like to make it conspicuous that your annotationson it is beyond my interest..however your complications with it in the case of when and if you ever decide to register a new e-mail account very much amuses me..you could say that it sorts of tickles my fancy..and in the case of your confusion in my preservation of ancient mails, I find it rather disturbing that you could feel such..one mans ignorance could be another mans wisdom..and so it relates vice versa..anyways i'd much rather that we didn't get into that whole scenario right now..it would be a moderate act of wisdom to save some for St. Patrick's Day..

You tend to keep assuming the worst of what the conventional world would deem of you, and in return, what was once an innocent belief has been substituted with what would now seem like a cynical whisper..an echo of yesteryear's transgression..yet I applaud your incorrigible astounding nature..I am in envy where envy is due and in hope where the lights have dimmed and faded..the clinches of Filing Heaven and the apparition of Proposal Land..this is the obscure reality that I have begun to acknowledge as Life!

The Lovers Qualm..

The definition of lovers..what has yet been misplaced and what has formally been introduced into our thoughts..we keep the questions and tend to disregard the answers..probably out of influence and not choice..but visualize this..maybe a fraction of our imaginations could guide us into a voyage of discovering passion and ardor..a realm with no boundaries..a sea of tranquility..but where does the mind's eye come to and end..we are left with uncertainty..I come to rest with acquiescence that the clarity of love lies within the essence of truth and understanding..a caring compassion that interweaves with a sympathetic lust..we are all victims to an ancient veracity that we cannot escape from..thus making us prisoners here in this compelling Life!

The End is The Beginning is the End

I have travelled far and reached an axis between my irrational sanity and my senseless endeavors..a void in the unfathomable depths of my inner conscience bleeds in silence and covets a faint glimpse of recognition..I am without hindrance yet I reek of audacity..maybe time will tell the forth comings of relative days and weeks which would eventually amass into dreary elongated years..I count the days I have till my retribution becomes a better part of me..a part of my Life!

Through the grace we ascend...