IF I CRY

Visions of love evolve us both,
Entwined i passion of a voyage in a love boat,
Intimacies gods felt and men loath,
Love in my mind to the end was an oath,

Kiss we shared so deep i fell,
Moments my being dared the word fear,
So into you with lighting speed i was there,
Heave ha! I felt my dear,

Time my enemy chose to invade us,
Revealing your face hidden behind white gloss,
Travails of all sort erupted from no cause,
The end was "I'm Leaving" a dreadful clause,

How then do you think to console me when you try, ?
My love is empty;my heat stack dry,
My being aching for touches i cant let lie,
What then can you do, IF I CRY, ?

BEAUTIFUL ONE

Beautiful one, where at thou
Lovely one, here i bow
Body and soul we avow
Distance apart, we afar

In my mind, you abide
In my soul, there resides
Beautiful thoughts of our time worth while
Stolen glances at you all worth while

Mona Lisa, you i call
Da Vincis' greatest amongst them all
Complexion,nor compared to like a god
Reflection falling on me like the sun god

The Holy Grail, non never understood
Templars fought and died for its good
Revealing such a history to you
Describes how much the chalice lies in you

A bosom compared to Aphrodite's alone
Please grant my soul, and be its home
Zeus almighty would forgive us, even for this sin
My immortal, you my heart is longing to see,

BEAUTIFUL BIRDS OF NIGHT

beautiful birds of night
who's wrong thee today
that makes thee look so sad like a dethroned king
it's make your sweet mellifluous voice sound coarse
and your wings so heavy as if controlled by a pulley
why have you cease singing of your journey long


i mean the song you sang for the flowers in the moon
that one that you use to sing that makes your wing fly high
and the ones you sang to call the mountain close
why the sudden change into a dirge

sad beautiful birds of this princely sky
covered and crowned with clusters of stars
i pray you don't care so much about life
for its, full of rosy flowers embroidered with thorns
i hope the cool breeze of the sky ease your troubled mind
i wish you a nice day in the happy sky
which you now sadly fly

GONE

I didn't know you were gone when the roses died.
I couldn't even tell from the sorrows of their eyes,
Even when you said goodnight, never realized it was goodbye.
Even as tears came from my eyes i don't believed i cried.
Even as beautiful as u look in the coffin i don't believe you died.
As I lay pretending to sleep it ain’t any fun.
Still can't believe that you're really gone.
But i believe that whenever you've gone I’ll get there too.
Cuz our love's too much, much more than me or you.

[a good sweetheart friend of mine died. Just wrote to illustrate my degree of love]

Lonely call…

He was twenty-three years of age
Not lucky to be among the computer age
He believed it was time to be a man
His mother said “no” with a strong adage
The father did nothing but warn



In sudden anger he would flare
Soon, his face became so rare
Man and woman couldn’t take it any longer
So they disowned him in tears
Since he said he wasn’t growing any younger

He approached his love Tina
She: dark, hairy, slim or even thinner
They begun spinning the web of love
Stronger it grew and even thicker
Till love got so high above

She had a boy for him
On hearing, his face was full of beams
They went on to have their wedding
On their honeymoon, they sang hymns
Not knowing they were close to tears shedding

He never knew the marriage bids
Misunderstanding germinated like weeds
They took their words with a pinch of salt
He closed down her fees and feeds
Finally, everything came to a halt!

She left after calling him wretched
He roamed the street dejected
He had a child but not a wife
With sorrow he had been injected
He had asked “could this be life?”

Taking to heavy drinking
Not an exception was smoking
He came home in the dead of the night
Never caring about his son’s living
The son now believed life wasn’t right

He lost his job
Behaving worst than a dog
Now he couldn’t go to his family
His grave was been dug
Life had stung him with infirmity

Then with such heavy breath,
He began seeking death
Never seen one so brave
To bring the waters above the neck
Emotion was so watery as he kissed the watery grave

Love tastes good

Why is that it does at times end so quickly?
And why don't we try and see why?
Who knows what i am talking of?
What else will i be talking of?
For its the greatest and most abused -some times though
I say this because i am in the know
I also write it here because i would want you to learn
Love tastes good
When it is real
Tastes better when given back
But should you two ever disagree?
Sometimes-very normal
Don't take it to the extreme
Even if it seem so lost and gone
You two can still get back
If enough reasons hold
Learn how to get back now
For tomorrow is pregnant

BEAUTIFUL BIRDS OF NIGHT

Beautiful birds of night
who's wrong thee today
that makes thee look so sad like a dethroned king
it's make your sweet mellifluous voice sound coarse
and your wings so heavy as if controlled by a pulley
why have you cease singing of your journey long


i mean the song you sang for the flowers in the moon
that one that you use to sing that makes your wing fly high
and the ones you sang to call the mountain close
why the sudden change into a dirge

sad beautiful birds of this princely sky
covered and crowned with clusters of stars
i pray you don't care so much about life
for its, full of rosy flowers embroidered with thorns
i hope the cool breeze of the sky ease your troubled mind
i wish you a nice day in the happy sky
which you now sadly fly