Conncting with old friends

Lately I have enjoyed connecting with old friends again. It has been a while since I was able to connect with people Perhaps I do spend to much time here writing forever at my writing desk.

I got invited to an old friends wedding from the domain which I lived long ago. Then connected with some old friends and made plans for fun over the phone. Perhaps I just need to get out and explore more, and live out my dreams and reach my real destiny!

When will love come I am not sure. Perhaps one day. Till then life is still magical.

Talking to the moon in the darkness

I look up to the moon to talk to the moon. It shines brightly. Remembering long ago, when I thought love was real. But then I used to feel hope. Now I only see the darkness. perhaps it was my destiny to the the darkest and most powerful poet... Manifest your own destiny.

I'm better off alone

Why is the ones I like I don't find attractive at all? I think that maybe that is why I choose to stay away from social media. On top of that maybe just start ignoring the inbox. Oh well love will never come.
That is something that can never happen.

Words have power

Word have power yet you fear to use them...
why not unleash what is truly within?
Release everything to reach your full potential

Magical potions brew

Brewed some magical potions. Feeling pretty good!
How are you today?
who in the bloody hell even reads this blog?
that is the real question.

Then again... why is a raven like a writing desk ?

Perhaps I am darkness

Perhaps I am darkness. Perhaps I was always a ghost.. maybe nothing is real. Why is saying what you feel insane? better than being normal and mundane.

Feel like dipping into my darker form, writing poetry and scary tales, making lots of money. There is not love here anyway...
my decent into darkness began long ago...

Poem Under the Moon

In the noise of the insane and mundane world. Where do the lost souls and poets dwell? Those who dare to see and touch their dreams? What is is I truly seek? Eternal gold coins... or to feel her tender cheek. My words are magical when I speak.

A poet lost in a time when word and Rhyme are no longer noticed. So he cries alone under the moon beams, as the ghostly piano notes play melodies full of sorrowful memories...

Written in feather pen and inkwell was the legacy. I often used to dream of my love being true and eternal. But maybe this whole world and existence was always a lie. And it is why the lost souls cry for a better place to manifest... perhaps one day we can reach all our dreams...

Till then I sleep soundly on a cloud... and reach to the stars
for all my dreams to come true...

Alone I cry under the moon light...in the still of night
For I was always lost when I wrote this poem under the moon

When unattractive people want you on social media sites

Bloody hell i hate social media sites. I always get women who are not pretty messaging me. Do they honestly think I would be interested. What a waste of time they are for me. If only someone who looked like Catwoman or Holli Would would write me, then I would actually care. Blah social media is quite boring to say the least.

No luck in love no one is out there for me

 Lately I have had no bloody luck finding love. I mean when will I meet my one true love.
I never meet anyone in person. Then the women who write me on websites are never someone I could fall in love with. There was only one who was able to touch my heart long ago. But now she is gone. Our love could never be.
I play a song that we played when we first met Beauty and the Beast by Celine Dion.

Well time passes. If I will ever find love remains a mystery.. in time. Time flows like a river with new surprises everyday...
But lately no real luck in love. At least I have some memories of a time when I once loved..