Fill in the title

Help me fill the time

where pleasure is in pain,

its in the wait

for light to close night,

in rain drop to die

in oceans might,

the wind to blow into

silent oblivion,

in the flames flicker

to smoke,

theres more to write

with words just not right.

Fortune Teller and his Sketch

The lines on your Palm

are his tools to draw the sketch,

with the open hand

you beg for key to destiny,

in return he builds the future

for you to see, which was yours once

but now for everyone to see

you question the subject

as much as the creation

for you are destined

never to know the answer

Old Man and His Blue Plastic Cover

An old man lay on a railway platform

his life tucked in a blue plastic cover

as a pillow to comfort his mind

he was certian of his wait to be furitful

only uncertianity being when or may be which one to board...