I was searching for a home for millenia's,
Yet by the eyes
On the cover of her page
I knew at that moment

I was home!!!

A homestead of fertile pastures
A heaven I once knew
As in the last life
She was mine other fragment

As I dove into her darkened pupils
I absorbed the fact
I was in mine household all along!!!

When her smile died,
                                      I was buried right along with it!!
If only by mine death,
Shalt she smile!!!

I hurt her,
So I took a tack to mine hands and feet
To ease her heavied twine....

If only I could turn back the hand's of time!!!

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
Love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~ Author Unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~
It rain heavily on the river in Kerala the next morning
I think it was a sign of things to come,
I remember our walks by the water

The warmth of the sun as it dampen your hair
this brought out your winsome boyish smile
as you playfully tossed a small pebble into the water
It became an instant Kodak moment for years to come:
We were so in love with nature that summer

I remember every moment how we held each other hands
Your loving touch, your kiss, your blue eyes
So trustworthy was I: Your lies were accumulating.
and my foolish heart was pumping harder and harder

Like a gallon of water in the desert heat: you made me fell in love with you
your love for me was like a battlefield and I were the unexpected enemy

I am still very fond of my captor, I smile from ear to ear- each time it rain heavily in Kerala
If you know your enemies and know yourself then you are on top of things:

Until death leaves a headache no one can heal: Quote:
And love no matter what: leaves lasting memories.

We shalt dance
As fairy tale waltz
We shalt sway
In nudeness of trough's

A ticket
Its gold
A wrapping
Packed soul
A queen in the kitchen
A man in invention mode!!!

Inventing a luxury dinner of the two lover's favorites!

Oh love story,
I ponder thy purgatory of waiting's
Sitting whilst navigating
For the one I do await!!

I sit at her gate,
Pounding her oak colored door
MI AMOUR'
MI AMOUR'

Tis, I scream in fairytale voice!!!

Come out amour'
Open thy door
As I'm a puppy to thy cause!!!

This chalice for thou throbs!!

*******'s dirtiest waiting!!

Patience is a virtue some may say
Tis,
Yet I'm not waiting for patience oh friend!
I wait for mine mi amour'

I'll say again
Amour'
Mi amour'

She comes
She goes
Like me she sits back
Waiting on a ghost

When the apparitions Right in front of her

Tis,
Its me
Tis,
Its me!!

breathe in the air for me because I can't
bright but dark and suffocating, the stars squeeze me,
watching as they dance through each other like

french tips tapping on a foggy windowpane
pale blue grey lips trembling as they tug up at the corner
the elegant stretched fingers of mannerism -
alien, beautiful, silver and glowing
and throwing away all that came before,
looking toward the future, already there,
waiting for me
waiting for us to catch up

breathe for me because I can't
neck stretched too far, too far back
eyes cast toward the darkness, lips open, screaming, quiet
as the planets swirl in the deafening distance
and I bury my nails in my sides and it burns like

acid rain hissing as it strikes the ground
a high ringing somewhere in the distance in this empty office
stage lights striking the tops of eyelashes in the right position -
comforting and familiar, warm
but the eyelashes tremble and it's all you can see,
the only light in a dark room that could be stretching on forever,
blinding light, burning and staying for hours after as you sit, waiting,
waiting for sight
waiting for sight to catch up



*(I still can't breathe)

I thought her lips were the pearly gates,
I could of sworn her eyes were the stars
As in her mouth was a pleasant black hole
In her mind was heaven
As extended mine soul!!!

Whilst standing their hugging.......

I slipped into her arms,
And got lost into her soul..

And no ,
I didst not try to escape!!!

The seven deadly sins of man
have just slaughtered a
mocking bird.

The sound of willow drums
                     & laughter at 1 a.m.

The Lion's sin of Pride
                   "Hail the poet within you."
The Dragon's sin of Wrath
                   "Your words forge death on the page."
The Snake's sin of Envy
                   "The clock counts more words than time does."
The Fox's sin of Greed
                   * "Crave the words as if they disgusted God."
The *Grizzly's sin of Sloth
                     *"Immortality flocks to your pen and paper."
The *Goat's sin of Lust
                     "Dress like a daydream or a nightmare to write with blood."
The Boar's sin of Gluttony
                      "Don't be afraid to **** to suffice your poems."

Oh poets,
for those of you who've figured
it's also a sin
to ****
a
mocking bird.

The secret is in the eighth deadly sin of poetry,
                                  Don't.
              ­                    Tell.
                                   Poets.
                                    What.
                ­                    To.
                                    ­Do.
.

Decorous dearth,
Peek out those lucid veins
Drive me wild
Tyrent child
Taste me in thy rain!!

Touching you was like static electricty in a dark room,
a makeshift thunderstorm in your fingers,
you had more noise in you than a little heart could handle;
so you came bursting open:
screaming, hands punching the air and gasping
for sanity; they said if you hear God it's probably purgatory
what would they call it
when I hear the windclap of your hips a sonic boom
and the quiet of your eyes like blood rushing to my head
in an anechoic chamber;
would they call it madness or delusion
or a mix of a little bit of both; could be alcohol,
could be love
because when I lit a match
in your darkness,
it burned the whole house down.