My Flower Love

Out in the filed,leisurely i walk, consciously though
The sun silent in its gleam of a yellow golden haze
goldenning the green swaying veges of the field
And a stunning glitter of flowers

Mmhhhh....aah

Amid a thousand Aromas, one caresses my breathing
With great hospitality down my lungs

Thrown into a frenzy I come by a love camouflaged flower
teasingly it seducingly dances in the salsa wind
soft though as if in salsa with the sepals too
lazingly while beckoning it dances slowly; the aroma flows
the scent quenching nostrils thirsty of love
while the petals harmoniously prop to smile to me

The in-a-million color embrace my sense of being
as mother nature takes me into a nature-love branded context
as if freshly sprouting today it calls out,nectar for you
Sweetly-overwhelmingly-lovingly nectar for you

I let go of the inner caution!

Hypnotized i pluck it to have it everywhere I am
with pride i promise me
By home the sun still scotching I notice the sudden mood swing
the sepals feebly droop in sarcastic riot
in parallels I feel my heart shudder and drown in jeopardy
the nectar varnish to nowhere; instead the petals shut me out
gloomy without color life in them fades with time
desperately in streaming tears i lift it, rock it and call out
I need you my flower love

It was just a smile of a flower, how humane, yet short lived
At dusk the sepals are all drooped and petals out of site
i hold my self together for my heart feels crumbling
Never a flower anymore, nonetheless my only ever love

GREATEST ILLS 1

they say the worst enemy is within and not without
that the greatest ills of humankind come from within,
a myrid of sweet-harmful not-rewarding endevors,
that which he listened to,
entertaining the thought in a discotheque mind that day,
the birth of that consequent idea that sprung his mind wild!
Ready to jump out, ready to yield,

Yesteday it spilled out the mouth tentatively,
and by dusk his friends, the legs and hands came knocking!
today the birth of mr. Habit dawns by dawn,
and 'pretty' names he gets for sure,
I-am-stressed, I-cant-do-it, I'l kill him, Its hard,
and blessed he is; too many names to say too much,
watch out for him!
the names bare cancerous traits, the record set straight
nonetheless not a condemnation

love of the loving

the sun rise- and forth it sets

-days come and passby with glamour of love and promise

in flowers in cudles and sooths and kisses and pecks ....

.......in romance and more and more romance ..............
the man calls in with a soft soothing voice..

his heart grows and blooms but always replenish with love

he dosnt forget the roses in from work... with the sweetest words

he wraps them; in a poem he hides..but the eyes betray....

his love flaming in a longing, rekindles in his eyes

blasting in his mouth and the rest shalowdrowns

*^*$^capsize in between their mouth*&^**!***

they taste they smell they run for and come for love..

and the lady can't recall to put away his coat!!!!!!
it sods and drenches and becomes damp and heavy of love

from them it rains and showers valentine

to sprout generous-willing-to-give hearts

out of which blossoms care and love in action...

as they stay emraced together in that knot of love

none of them wish to let go of none......

an everyday valentine in the action

for they live and shed love for eachother and their beloved ones

the hands ache and a heart longs in witness,

of an everyday 14th, a 14th in every doing

welcome to the move-on series
the toddler struggles so-and makes a mighty step
a start of a long-academiology
a step of pessimism and hope for a begginer
the sunrise of a long day yet.

PUSH OR PULL

Old wise man of them!
help me help it now
unleash the wisdom
i can't help help it to help it
do i pull harder or push.

Old wise man of them
i only exist, i dont coexist
i knock but it doesnt open instant
life and the meaning..........!
unleash the wisdom
do i pull harder or push

Old wise man of them
meaning seem so deep
to decipher to be in bliss
for a meaning to this living
do i pull harder or push

From a man who finds no meaning to this life; as a result.........
hangs at the edge of despondency.

This is me you and them;why?

For i dawned in a golden hazed poetry morning
woken by his excelence-live -eternaly poet
to a day of sunny-cloudy-stormy poetical day
to the west sunstreaked cloud gazed skywards
What a dusk it would be?
life in poetry, life is poetry
a loooong piece of poetry for everyone.