Sheltered under a tree of naivety.
Family failing to exist.
Each eye gazing above.
Dwarfed by clouds of misfortune.

Little flower holding on tight.
Doesn't seem to surrender without a fight.
Trickling leaves brush away.
Thunderous roar, bark decays.

Swarling winds with cyclones around.
Dancing words twist profound.
White fades to black.
Situation echos something nil.
Ending with a concussive shock.

Hands retrieve a golden watch.
Time sits still, unwilling to move.
Though, it's over; it's nothing new.

Argument interrupts tranquility.
Child left speechless, wondering "why?"
Shadows doom them all.
Together they cry.

There once was a poor cowboy,
Who had one Horse and a Cow toy.
But, one summer day
The Horse eloped away!
At the Cow's back and left the cowboy.

#Limerick**
Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira,Dubai
23rd November2016

There was an old man with a novelty Bow,
Which bore all colours of the rainbow.
But Rats ran away with it,
Thus Rats he decided to eat.
Still he does, till they'll ever return his bow!


#Limerick**
©kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
23rd November 2016

Why is life such a a meanie such a bully
There's no controlling it, it's so unruly
Some times it only gives me a ******, other times it knocks me to my knees
It just does what it please
But lately it's been knocking me out
What the **** is that all about
Life sure does need to stop this plight
That it has against my right
To be happy now and then
So I can at lest offer the world a grin
But I still have a furrowed brow
I wear the same old scowl
Because my life is such a bully
It's become so ******* unruly

When I was much younger
Salamander for skin with aching veins of Pele
I always knew that I was better for the burning
Then ever I was for fading away
Making promises to innocence I would not hold on to much longer
Merely echos reminding me of what can never be
Resonating through the hollowed hallways residing deep within me

We roam
The alleys in the night
And find the darkest place
A name without a face
An island

We lose
Because god is on our side
And stars are only remnants of the sun
That we wish on
An ocean........
              Is the

I am an island
But water only drowns
I am an island
Without an ocean

I think my eyes have been closed
Too close
And far too long
I haven't seen the sun rise
I've forgot the morning
And in this midnight
I'm losing count
There is no way
There is not now or there could never be
Nor would there ever be
No how
Nothing
I would ask for peace
Or plead for love
But all I really need
Is just the hope
I can stay warm
Until the morning comes

Do not mourn long for the poet
This world was never made for men as him
Dare see future in destruction
Dare see pleasure in the pain
To be
Was all his only dream

Do not mourn long for the poet
But celebrate and find the truth he hid
So clever in his words
The beatific symbols
Which reveal
The ugliness of the world

Do not mourn long for the poet
Who no longer can create as the world dissipates
And the unknown will be
The only place he
Can ever have the hope
His soul may be at ease

Do not mourn long for the poet
His words were there long before his time
He was just the one to write them down
His future
Was only
Overcome the past

Only the sickness growing
Do we see it now?
On the surface of the moon
In the depths of the sea
How fall so quickly comes to winters gloom
Its only death
On the tongue
Of the people
Speak it now
                           Forever hold your breath

Its only sickness growing
Do we fear it now?
In our cars on the road
And our planes in the sky
How we'll never really get to where we are going
Its only death
Only life
Only hate
Metastasize

Only sickness growing
Do we feel it now?
In our ever aging bones
As a poison in our blood
How our hearts will always fail our living dream
Its only death
On the tongue
Of the people
Speak it now
                          Forever hold your breath