Poetry is a pain
there is little gain

We sit there for hours
talking about the flowers

When all is said and done
winter has not gone

Dear Society,

           This is to remind you I am your creator and I am in control.
You forgot about me in your euphoria to control the world.
             I always forgive.I am giving you a rare gift to put your house in order. I am giving you time to spend together as families. Time to slow down.
              For years the society is weary and exhausted crying out to me. Mental illnesses  and cases of suicides have increased.
               Rest, play and work at home. Build relationships. Work on projects at home you had dreamed about. Most important learn to be clean. Toilet rolls and sanitizers are not necessary. Clean water and good hygiene is important.
                    You have dirtied mother earth till it had no place to breathe.I warned you.I sent earthquakes, Tsunamis, El Ninos,
Climate Change and fires but, you never listened.
                      Now,distancing you from socializing and putting a stop on industries and staying  at home has done wonders. Mother Earth is breathing again.
                      I hope you have woken up and REMEMBER ME I AM YOUR SAVIOUR.
19/3/2020

These are the hands that will guide you to greatness,
These are the hands that will stay through the years,
These are the hands that will celebrate good times,
And these are the hands that will wipe away tears.

These are the hands that will love you forever;
When you are weak they will help you feel strong,
And, right now, since these hands are entwined together
These hands are precisely where they belong

Love didn't end wars
It started them

Death is like you,
silent, cold, and
doesn’t love me back

If you are death
then I long to be dead

So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself

i dreamt of you once again-
i wish i had not woken up.

candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon