He wore a figleaf and called it the finest cloth under his eye the scales of hopelessness lies      He just got a job as a mere labourer in the current government project and his braging about wealth and paper his baby has no mother and the clothes of yesterday are now mosquito coat or insect peching place yet the hope to live well is still alive inside me oh this tale is wrong about the tears from a teenage father

When a woman is fed up a candlelight glows dark in solitary and every room of love        When a woman is fed fantasy change the things physical even sharing arm for pain but heart beat is always constant when your woman is fed with the things around how do you feel inside or within the hard eyes of tears

She is witty but subtle and her light skin is the mark of imaginary lines A brilliant colour in figment like fairy light She never sings with water voice or bubble inside empty songs. She is the spectacular,the voice from flageolet and violin flick of soulful heart.I reckon her poem even this ode consoles her enemy of epic jelousy.She is seaview magnificent petal in vase.l wear you a pure crown with beads and cowries of silver colour you own the jupitar in our planet,my wonderful Queen

When a woman is fed up a candlelight glows dark in solitary and every room of love        When a woman is fed fantasy change the things physical even sharing arm for pain but heart beat is constant when your woman is fed with the things around how do you feel

I wear you a silver crown my honey dew    I wear you those pretty things that buy my heart whenever stars tingle in starry night you as red rose    I wear you a golden crown that never fade my witty poetess l wear you blossom of coweries and bead you are the seaview star that sparkles in our darkness l wear you all wonderful stars even poem duchess and traditional poet. Seaview is family with gorgeous queens never cast a spell on yourself to conform every other things bcus this queens are wealth l honour always.you can only be a maid to them

My last tears fell from my eye when wet season cried inside the wind hoping for leafs to grow from concrete and bud of colourful rose.I could remember sun promised to dry every plant and silence the fragrance of good smells,My last tears fell on just one leaf and that was how life came up again

I am sorry l scared her with my anger and she wept bitterly in pain.    The soul of my blues soaked into water pine I feel really shattered not even hope can rise my spirit again bcus the rain is very much deep. Mother,l want her to reaveal my grief and give me her arms again just for once like it was yesterday when birds sang songs in our laughter.forgive me my holy mother and send her this tears on your table.its all draging me into the wind of death

Whats the sign of that crimson sunset in your eye.whats the significant of that asian tatoo on your neck.       I wanna know bcus l once fell in love with the mumies ever since l visited gizel and several nightmare hunted me with love inspite the fear.so tell me why were you silent in my cry or are you really an angel in disguised

He wore a figleaf and called it the finest cloth under his eye the scales of hopelessness lies      He just got a job as a mere labourer in the current government project and his braging about wealth and paper his baby has no mother and the clothes of yesterday are now mosquito coat or insect peching place yet the hope to live well is still alive inside me oh this tale is wrong about the tears from a teenage father

I want to love but nobody wants me.        I want to share but no one is ready to hear me what then is flower growing for or birds in the air bcus l am just shattered like broken glasses. No one to give sunflower and share feelings,nobody to help me carry my heavy heart that is full of stigma.  Solitude is what my life is made of and throbs   I will love any one any where in the world but let me me just discover one red rose in the midsummer and l promise to love you till l transit to where everyone goes

They are inside illusion with selfish pen             They are outside sanity with greedy heart.         They cheat fancy things with imagery eye and dash feelings into the wind. Empty lines surrounding their walls in shallow daze,all poets say hello not even me bcus my spirit is water catch me if you can.you would probably hit the wrong side of all me little poets

Is a master piece of my emotion for you,yes,is a manuscript exposing my character towards you and how ocean is not wide enough to swallow my thoughts bcus this love l feel within our foolish pride is magnificecnt as creek that is the  crest of soulful waterfall not leafs drowing in the rain I want you to paint me inside your life with just once colour and let us have the art of love walls squaring every life A second thought can affect the chemistry of this love that is unspoken but its depends on your choice to make a good outcome

In my heart l felt ur throbs like water drop in the winter so sober the breeze blew from inside and you held me in between linger and staying forever bcus its riping you apart but how love wrapped you up in sudden warms is amazing like sunlight In my heart you died into empty echoes but love made this clarion call that waked up ur spirit again

How fresh your butter hair smells when sunlight glows in wet climate.How soft the bird song feels when coral flowers dance in the wind.                       *** of marigold surrounds our bed and only the perception consumes the air.         The river of love links us to the steam of passion,how your body wraps me up in mazing tickle.oh l am really crazy about the fragrance of our emotional petal as juice your kisses and euen the flourecent of your gazing eye helped me in my daze bcus l dozed off into you for energe How sweet your butter finger lick my passionate sweat like crushed lemon fruits.    You are just pure as black skin my sweet woman and l have found love again in you

She never called me names even when l sent love flowers to other girls of my heart she never mocked my pain even when l flick her with emotional fire she never clothed blood as tears for conditional love and l just disguised myself to be a real person in our union spring but is this love love that never shared it blessing is this love no super base to help calm the noise of storm in her lonely air she just fell in love with the wrong spirit is this love her heart is cold like a chilly wind and only love can caused warm of sunlight in her face she has really sold her love to nothing but pain what a purple hibiscus