How sweet is your sleep, love,
Your heart's ballerinas spread?
How sweet is my love for you,
When I am everywhere but far?
How sweet is your pain, my love,
At the sound of my tears?
Forever, they rain in seasons;
The pouring sweat of my thoughts.
Our memories expelled, they rove,
Lost in space, now ghosts of love?
You heard the song of my pain,
At the tune of my tears, you ballet.
My song forever blue will be,
My death, in small doses, will beat.
How sweet is my death, my love;
At the sound of my tears?

My codes transcripted possession;
Thirsting for the smell of gold,
Craving the touch of marbles.
I watched time fading like a cloud,
Together with my chance to smile,
My chance to spread a thanksgiving.
A grateful heart, richer than the mud.
A pure wisdom, in having multi-loves.
A glory in my belly, a peaceful shade.
Then I loved myself more than ever.
Contentment, prolific complacency.
Joyful streams which broke through,
And a soothing piece of love to share.

What's the silhouette of her face,
But her colorful heart in mine? It sways,
As it speaks in daunting raps
Mysteries I find in her flicks, best.
Compliments I render,
The Divinely expressed.

Afraid of my intention, apace,
I drown deep without a plan, ahead;
Commotion, feelings in abject.
That's the beauty of intrinsic devotion.
Her face, a mysterious aspiration
A flaunting affection

How dare you tell me to withdraw,
When you know that I can not
behead myself?
Is this my prize now, to swoon?
If only my love for you was a balloon,
then I would just grab a needle.
‘Pop’, and I am gone, without wheedle.
How dare you ask me
to slit my own throat?
You sowed a seed in my heart,
and your roots grew faster,
Much sprouter, than your shoots.
I held you pseudo-holding me,
My dear, Desert Rose.
I mean, Plastic Rose.
Because when it gets hot,
you melt like floes.
Even in the virility of my storm,
my faith danced with the wind.
How do I reap you off my ground,
when you are the sweet of my wound?
To love loving you,
When you smacked me on the face,
with your eyes closed.
Even though you were lost to grace,
my fears, I disposed.
How dare you tell me that,
it was all an act?
How dare you?

I love you with fear.
I love you with freedom.

I love you with godly humility.
I love you with devilish pride.

I love you with hurtful truth.
I love you with harmless lies.

I love you for your strengths.
I love you for my weaknesses.

I love you beyond my mind.
I love you beneath my heart.

I love you to endless peace.
I love you to decaying chaos.

I love you for me.
I love you for you.

I love you above words.
I love you below actions.

I love you, I have loved you.
I love you, I will love you.

I still see you in that piquant dress;
Still contemplating wonder, in excess.
I admit, 'You're my incarnated outguess
Spared for me, through God's ambience .

Have you dissected my mind before?
That you know the unmeasured chore,
Of love and care to burbly outpour;
Then, to hug and ideate kissing me 'Hello'?

I see you like a bloom, My Inevitable.
In that dress, pink in color, indescribable.
Like a sun, flaring love into a barbecue.
A beaming manse with no room for blue.

I see the shape of your pluperfect smile,
Holding my breath, and I am thinking senile.
Posing my dreams, once thought juvenile.
In my head, Love, shall I see you for a while.

Its my birthday, today.
My blessings, stretched.
Time runs fast and slow.
My heart softly ignores,
But my mind knows.
So, the heart beats in treble;
And my hands, they tremble.
Value-added breaths
On escaped deaths.
And to every pain and smile.
Deeds on balance sheets.
Proaction on depreciation;
A cherished appreciation.
Grace, much more needed,
It may not be earned.
Prayers, very much required.
Though I may be silent.
Wishes blown off a candle,
Yet they reside in balloons.
Like flowers, they bloom.
Another season, it lives.
Another season, it dies.

Loving, I am at my most happy,
Just loving.
Though at times,
I am treated like a fool,
Love is my eye and my wisdom.
Sometimes, crooked ways
are deviced,
To break my loving heart.
But its already a broken heart.
I don't blame, I don't curse,
Though, labelled the loser,
I am at my most happy
In my brokenness.
Loving doesn't mean I'm weak,
It Doesn't mean I'm vulnerable.
It is just a heavy crown,
Gold, that makes me, ME!
Loving is the reason why
I am happy!

In this Circus
Of Life's random
Every stubborn
Elephant
Will learnt it
The hardest way

Good Moaning to you,
Day fellas!
I am an owl of its dreams.
Tell me yours and I will tell you
,'you're no better at these'.

Gather around and listen
to my chosen pain.
The pain of His time on my scale
and hands still empty of a touch
that makes you rest.

Restless nights you have had.
Dream! Dreams! Dream!
Oh, Day fellas!
I forget before I dream.
For I am an owl of its dreams.

Melancholious passions,
thou findeth me.
Tell them of those dreams
I dreamt when I was awake.
Tell them of the rest I placed,
when they rested in dreams.

Melancholious delusions,
its them, thou hast found.
Oh! Day Fellas.
The Day is a lover of the Night,
so is the Night to the Day.

They are both my lovers
and I cheat on them.
I cheat with dreams and visions.
I cheat with the truth, weighty reality.
They protrude into its future.
For I am an owl of its dreams.

Wake up! Day Fellas.
For The night has come.
Sleep! Day Fellas.
When the day is done.
You're the nightwatch of your dreams.

Lead me to her open arms,
that, with

brightest smiles

of caring love, will hold you.
Take me to her sweet voice,
that will listen to you cry
and bless you with, "I am here".
Take me to our love,

my aurora;

a place called home, each night
we hold our hands in prayer.
Lead me there Baby, I love you,

whilst pastures of time 'green'.

Take me to 'then I held you',
in my arms and never let go.
Where your little head will feel,

the sweet annoyance

of my lips.

Where our eyes will touch

and never let us seperate again.

Whatelse can say,
What can I do?
When a barrel of a gun
Is shoved into the neck of my agony.
Do I cry for bread,
Or do I cry for freedom?
From ugly minds whose belly is hell?
Am I any special?
Or am I, at least, human?
To tread like a cow for their pockets,
As they milk my degrees?
They eat the meat of my wage.
Their beef with me, like wolves,
Sits in the plates of their children.
Do I die with grief,
Or do I live with love?
To depart with an everlasting smile,
Loving them still,
Loving the color of my blood.

I hear the echoes of her cry,
Far deep in space,
She flows down on my cheek.
Never to dry, part of me.
Her wounds hide in my heart,
Blood that flows from memory.
I am sorry baby,
But I am lost too,
I am that drop, that hangs
Besides the lemon of your eye.
Wherever you are,
That's where my love will be.
I hope for always,
For our pain is better than lies.
I could have held you by now.
I wish I had fought more,
More punches with my right.
But, Baby you know,
My left hand was stabbing me.
And she left me to die.
We both died before we lived,
But my words shall live on,
And with love eternal,
"I love you, my baby".
I may not own a dime,
But you were my everything.
I know your twinkle smile,
Was worth the living.
Hope to see you soon.