My eyes saw her
And my heart longed for her
And my lips wanted a taste
Of her seething venom
She was a cup
I didn’t want to pass
Without having a sip
That opened a flesh wound
Only she could nurse
Because it could never heal
And any one I’d ****
For her to be mine and mine alone.  

On the drags ov the black wine
Brood from African matured raw dark vines
Bitter sweet and sedating like ecstasy
She anesthetized me
Leaving me numb
To the wound she had inflicted
Upon my heart of flesh,
When I let my
Shield down
And left her sizzling arrow
Piercing my heart
Like a thorn for the holy one
Her arrow inoculated a venom
That enfeebled my trembling frame
As I bled love unafraid of bleeding to death!
I looked deeply Into Her dark eyes
My vision impaired,
High from the venom
And partial hemorrhage.
I said slowly
“What is love? Tell me please…”
She smiled and replied…

“I can’t tell you,
I can only show you
Cuz you have prayed.
Love is a tourniquet
To your heart a wound
I can nurse it for you
That’s why it hurts
If you are wounded
By someone without skill
Some wounds never heal
But fear not
For my love is not lethal
And leaving you might be fatal,
Words can never be love
Only actions can be
Thoughts are useless
If never said  or expressed
So don’t be afraid
I will nurse your wound
Because mine is deeper than yours”

The difference between us is simple and visible
Like a face pimple, it’s invisible to you,
Cuz you lost the mirror of your soul
Now you can’t see who you truly are
And you struggle with depression
Held captive by what you can’t see
Yet you gave it the key
To your heart, a stunning mansion
Designed for spirits to dine in.
An awesome vehicle,
Spirits travel in!

When I speak I create
Even without a magic wand
When I think I create
And my environment
Thinks like I think
Magic is an illusion
But power is real
And it is not in your hands
But in your mouth
One Word changed my life
Starting with my mind
Which is a powerful biological machine
That can either instruct
Or self-destruct
If overloaded with wrong instructions.
A man utters
Out of the abundance of the heart
And as he imagines so is he
Man is a thought
And thoughts are spirits
They work like cells
Unobserved yet effective
Possess your mind
And inculcate your heart
If you don’t
They will
When they entertain your mind with their demonic fantasies…

What if poetry is just an escape from loneliness?

What if most poets if not all are loners

Who find comfort in speaking with themselves?

These poems are feelings unheard

Sadness outweighing happiness

My heart,
When I see the word love
You the first thing that comes into my head
Your beauty has made me blind
Like the light that blinded Saul
Any prince would fall for such beauty,
And the gods of men would trip over such beauty
Deserving truest fealty

I can gaze at your pretty face for countless hours
Fathoming you better than all the flowers
In this Garden, I'd buy only you
To keep your seeds
So that I can have more pretty flowers
In my garden...
If the world was ours
We would be King and Queen
And if the sky was ours
I'd be the sun
You the full moon
With our kids as the stars
Decorating our nights
In the absence of light
If we didn't die
We wouldn't care
About ceasing the moment
Making every second count
Till we out.

Amber
You're so tender and  jovial as December
When they dance like in the rain without thunder...
The air around you has a pleasing scent
One would think you're a blossoming lavender
With a well structured temple designed for summer
And a smile worth a thousand miles

Sometimes ...
Sometimes you **** my vibe
And I think you ain't my type
But Where is my type
In this world full of stereotypes
Followers and not leaders
Path destroyers instead of path finders.
A world that choses to believe in nothing
Instead of being humble before the One thing
That even time can not change?
They watch all wondrous designs
And strong signs that can be heard in all languages.