The ocean breeze
Goes through my hair
I get a call from my family
Its a scare
I head to the hospital
My father is dead
He says his last words
On his death bed

I don't have any emotions anymore
Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m having a feeling
Or I am dreaming, while I am awake?

Some might think that my mind
is exploring my emotions
while looking for happiness,

So I decided to bake a melodrama cake
Nope! I meant mel-o-cream butter pound cake
The ingredient is my path to getting my feelings back
Egg, butter, flour, sugar, raisins,
baking powder and a little milk
I just want to transfer my feeling,
with some logical thinking..


  Somewhere, deep within a non stanzaic,
and syllabic poem forms by the minute
It’s going to trend like this cake,
which is going to be bake with love

Poetry is everywhere,
creaming my butter and sugar is poetic
because butter and sugar never stick together. It also
reminds me of Nana’s golden brown patties, tasty and spicy
Adding the eggs, nutmeg, baking powder, brings out the
natural female traits in this Island girl,
without my empowering dreads

The raisins and the baking powder remind me of
The Rise of Radical African American Activism,
And all that rises, rise in due degree
so poetry is everywhere
it's  in everything we say and do.

The fig tree puts forth its
figs.
and the vines are in
blossom;
they give forth frag fragrance.
Arise ,my love , my fair one,
and come away.
O my dove , in the clefts of
the rock.
in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet ,
and your face is lovely.
Catch us the foxes,
the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards-
for our vineyards are in blossom".

My beloved is mine and I am
his;
he pastures his flock
among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn my beloved,be like a
gazelle.
or a young stag on the cleft
mountains."

Let him kiss me with the
  kisses of his mouth!
For your love is better than
wine.
your anointing oils are fragrant.
your name is perfume poured out;
therefore the maidens love you.
Draw me after you,let us make haste.
The king has brought me into his chambers.
We will exult and rejoice in you.
we will extol your love
more than wine;
rightly do they love you.

we sweat the small stuff and get upset
ready to deflect what we don't expect
storms spread and we get so wet
bad weather that we'd rather forget

we preset our heads to reject
whatever we don't see as correct
we've all bled and shed tears of regret
it's our necks that we try to protect

when letting two hearts connect
reverence has the better effect
it's the common threads that we neglect
instead of accepting we choose to except

O Human give me love
O beautiful girls give me love
Where is priceless,matchless,countless love in the Universe.
Their is no measure's,no wall,no limits, no boundaries in love.
But we human's cross every limits, breaks every tradition in love.
We betray our loved ones
We do not remain faithfull to our loved one's.
But we find our love in strange streets, blue and red streets.
Roaming here and there for love.
At last not least
We **** our loved one's love  very cruely
O my love, there is no love between us.
World and Universe are full with technology and money minded
But their is no place for love and beloved one's.

It was a
frustrating day
and I admit
I lost my head.

Yes, it's true.

I have searched
everywhere
and can't find it
anywhere.

Of course, I
must get another
for a
headless life
is just
too dreary.

So if you have
a spare and
would like to
give the
aforesaid head,
contact me.

I'll keep it
under my hat.

  ~mce

the moon glows brightly
her corners smudged
at the edges,

night drinks from a holy well,
a cavernous black sinks
into the dark lakes of the skies,

sinks further and further
autumn is awakening
loosening her hair
that falls in a golden net,

the first leaves crackle
in smokey knots,

sink beneath
the honeys of an
autumn sky,

lost in the woods
that start to trickle in a
stream of fiery gold
from branch to floor,
where the stars
still sing of the last spells
of summer.