Thursday, July 7, 2011

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

Friday, February 25, 2011

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