My brain keeps rotting
But I just don’t care.
the longer I scroll
The more chances I get
Of catching a glimpse
Of your beautiful face

Imperfection is exquisite beauty
It can love whatever it adores
And on rare and diamond occasions
It can even love itself
Sultry as candle sighs
Cool as evening breeze
It soothes the honey coves

It is a Spring sunrise
And the dew upon the morning glories
Goldenly blush
The moonlit caress is the caress of love
To make it through the day

The reveries make it more sublime
Solitude is the rose friend
When all has drifted like clouds

Tresses in the fur of breeze
Upon the verandas of loves gaze
There shall be rainbow bouquets
And things like stars sweetly ablaze

The rain sings
Its notes of jazz and comfort
Some like her sweet
And some like her sultry
The misty eyed fountains
feel her allure
Like a sunflower cure

Waves shimmering
And shimmering
Whether if its a fiesta or siesta

The rain has honey accents

Reynaldo Casison

Something about the fact that I’ve been patient
Keeping my thoughts and actions all to myself
Why do I hesitate so easily
Like I’m not proud of myself
Why do I give up so easily when I know deep down I can make it
So much self doubt within
Sometimes I hate it
Should I be who I’m destined to be
Or should I let this side rot
Building up on years of telling me I should stop
Breaking down every barrier
Cause this time it’s to late
Never will I hesitate at my own fate

Turns out,
I’m a talented repairman.
A messed-up wall?
I’ll fix that patch,
and find the perfect paint,
to colour-match.
A misunderstanding?
I’ll shape the perfect situation,
So It can be flawlessly justified.
Yes. I’m a great repairman.
Because after all—
I’m nothing,
but a destructive tenant,
In the flexible lease,
of your heart.

small island life
blue in every direction
where sky comes down
to share breakfast and tea
with sea
and ocean

Genius, someone once
Told me, is where
You do something
Significant
(Although I know
he meant fame worthy)
To influence our -
- out of
Balanced world of overrun
Thesis. A lateral sweepstake
Ignoramus' not getting
To the point
Of pricelessness
And all sorts of
Languages that
Come and slap each other
On the back.

I don't want to fall like the leaves in autumn.
or like the snow in winter,
or rain when god is crying down to what a disappointment I am.
I want to shine like the sun, I want them to notice my sparkly lip gloss and admire me, like Athena.
I want to guide everyone through the night with my moonlight.
but I fail to their eyes because they dont see a success,
they see the opposite, they see ugliness. well now I know to never try again.