Searching for the truth
she spurred her horse
Saw lands and seas
but she never got close
Found it she not
among all the prose
a dream  then she had
in which she was told:
"Stretch your tent
to the size of the world".
Years and years went by
and she knew last of all
her mind was the tent
and the tent was the truth.

You do not know her
You do not like her
And she is ugly
But you know everything about her
You know her friends
You have seen her in pictures;
as she change them from time to time
you noticed she got married
you noticed she got pregnant
you noticed she got a baby boy
All just because
You're in the habit of face-book searching
to find the one you loved someday
and she shares a full name with her.

A reflection of vivid colors,
She saw and flew away.
A reflection of pure beauty,
She saw and looked down again.
A reflection of sweet smile,
She saw and returned.
The day after there were not;
no beauty no color no smile.
For the puddle had gone and
left the butterfly in love.

Hatred or love
No matter which has stricken you
Both can sicken your soul
Both are capable of ****** your innocent life

Beauty owes her innocence much
which has given her
the courage to ornament
the perfect  masterpiece of God
yet indifferently
is happy with her toy

Would it be called love?
or my epitaph
cause both are telling
what I have gone through
all these moments of
sadness
sorrow
and
solitude
A.H.

Just upon a better time
We could set foot to our dreams
We could go to Chicago we could go to Paris
Our fingers could paint
On all white leaves of life
We could turn them Green
We could turn them yellow
We could melodify  
daylines and nightlines
We clould rhythmify this boring world
Just upon an earlier incident
We could touch we could caress
and under the old oak
We could make a good tryst
Alas
Alas
only
upon a better destiny
My poetry could be happier
A.H.