Long lost are my words,
As i turned to look at my past;
Where could have we gone wrong?
How strong was not my lust?

Those roses withered away,
It was you, who thumped my heart,
Blessed I was, for it was your play,
A single shot bullet, straight through my trust!

After such a long time i wrote again....

#love #life #you

The world could have been black and white,

emotions would have been put aside,
Across the white sun, you could stare endlessly
belongings of trust would have died peacefully.

Your burning disease I smoked in the ashtray,
And I can still curl and think alright,
bitter words will be washed away
and then my emotions will step aside.

Little words bring justice to your world. No matter how much you try, there will always be something you can never achieve. I prosper when things look bleak, while smoking a cigarette and burning the trees. Thoughts would wander and take you to this land, where fairies and gods will give you their hand. Disagreements and perturbations will shimmer your beliefs; but you can hold fast to the rope and be silently relieved. *No wonder, the earth rotates and if only it had been black and white;  then I might cower at the sight of you, as my emotions will  step aside!

O! Queen, my dear enchantress
Come, dwell in me
Beautiful within her, a mighty mistress
So divine a rose in this sea.

The wild kiss, a kiss in the air
All the while it sang a song,
The roses smiled as though, so dear
O! my Queen, i would last all along.

I see my moon, as so bright
Painting so the star-studded sky;
As though, dawned a beauteous sight,
As though, set a beauteous night.

O! Queen, my dear enchantress
Beguile me all the while
I am feeble and in distress,
So i could sway for yet a mile.

So a prophet with harmless euphony ,
Hymns a chord all afternoon,
My Queen! never be so *****,
I envy my soul, like the bruised moon.

Passion is all, but is with me
With no less love, with no less charm,
Come my Queen, I would glide down free,
Forever and ever into your golden arms.

I breathe! I breathe! a love so true,
Myself I fancy to be your worthy king,
And so with songs i flew, with songs i flew;
With the sweetest melody that all i could sing...

*the poem is too long and so i thought of posting it in my next post

The sun misses her west when she rises
Thinks about her east when she lays down
on her mountains of pillows
She misses her night time talks with the moon
Her skies long for his full being
He miss being a rounded person
"Sorry Darling,
I'm in my crescent phase"
Stars stir in her sleep
Orbit around her when she can't get out of bed
Indigo glow show reflections of the sky
Blue Valentine
Blue waves become discourage
Question where lovers stand
Wavering on the surface
Dancing when the wind blows
Listen to her stir
The sun
She is tired.

Practice what you preach
and never retain a speech
for my love for you is eternal
twisted and sempiternal.

Forgive me my wrong
and understand love will prolong
the way I'll forgive you
and fix it to be new.

But without you, my dear
the message becomes clear
the only thing I fear
as I walk this very pier,

I won't forget about what we were
even though it sometimes is a blur
I love you for being you
your hair, eyes, mouth, all too.

Riding the train
Her head on my shoulder
Off to the city
A lovely springtime date

I can't help but feel
That life gets no better
Than the silent intimacy
We found that day

You wish you could fly away
On the wings of a dragon
To a happier land
Escaping the pain of adolescence

But broken people
Receive no respite
From the damage suffered
Every moment