My love looks like a choir boy tonight
His angelic voice lighten up the air waves
But he is in his sixty, a pensioner
His weaknesses make me strong

To share your weakness is to make yourself vulnerable;
to make yourself vulnerable is to show your strength.” ~Criss Jami

He looks like a teenager engage with his first crush
His low haircut and a soft whispering voice,
His only mission is to make me happy
My advice for him: comes from a quote

##To see the world, things dangerous to come to,
to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel.
That is the purpose of life.
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty**

I have a lot of admiration for my love
A wonderful man with potentials

But we are not our own any more
other selves live within us
deviously shaping our psyche
bit by bit, surreptitiously too
(but we are unaware)
like unwelcome weeds
that invade the greenness
of our lush inner field
and devour the flowers therein
like a blanket of dark clouds
shutting away the light
that once was solely our own
like a slow-acting virus
eating into our system
we wake up one day
to discover we have become
a hybrid self
no longer authentic
but synthetic -
our thoughts are not our own
we are the voice of other selves
their language we echo
like well-trained domestic parrots

what are we then
without our-ness
our oneness
our right to being?

Life has no guarantees
We can’t sit back and believe
That life is perfect
There is an action, there is a reaction
There is no perfect poem:
there is no perfect world

Poetry comes from within, Poetry is all around us
Sometimes we see perfect images
But without the poetry insight
It would feel like *** without love:

We just have to listen to silence to find real poetry.
Poetry walks the Brooklyn Street lacking clarity
Poetry sits amongst the congregation grasping:
back alleys and subways cars waiting,
but each in its own order to recite their observation.

We just have to listen to silence to find real poetry,

We just have to listen: the world is changing……

I can't change your love
I'm begging for your love
I want to get your love
in my heart, I feel your love!

I'm looking for your love
I'd like to sip your love
I believe love is you
and you are my love!

Oh no, I am not gone
and you are not alone
I am not even done
Don't you feel my love?

I love your smile and eyes
I can't stop loving you
I'm melting into you
Darling, I just need your love!

Out of my mind when the WhatsApp tone startle me
Into believing that it was him: who was texting me

When your love has reached it course
A good apology is hard to find: But why say it in a text
Knowingly the other person is going to be vex

Today, I was meditating on three words,
Happiness, empathy and relationships
I will never say this is the end: or will I jump ship
I will always add more to my trouble

Because of whom I am: when I was with them
My past lovers count their trouble,
but they never calculate their happiness:
While they were in my life: they make me
Lost my perspective on the true me

however, do bear in mind
Your true self is never lost

Feeling Lonelier than ever
Sadder than the Mad Hatter
Waiting and waiting for news
We must not depend on others
To make us happy, we must not
Relying on social media to fulfilled our days

We must not put all of our eggs into one basket
and we mustn’t be brainwash into believe that we can trust man
we must not feed on others sympathetic moments
Or make them our sympathetic companions:
just stating true facts:

The experts say that it’s perfectly ok to have
Sad feeling at times: it’s called the season of emotions
I love the summer months, it brings out happier times for most of us..
I saw an ad once it’s said it: Facebook making us lonely

In order for us to get on to Facebook we have to logged on
Just like any other switch, for us to see in the dark
We must turned on the light, without the light we might
Stumble in the dark and fall:
so if Facebook making us lonely
Why logged on: it just simply mathematics Mr. Watson(:)
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Why move to a room where there is discomfort?
Stay close to your comfy chair and do a little meditation
Reflect on the good times: cleanse your soul: from your Toxic workplace
A week at work with negativity coworker: need a removal day

**If only closed minded came with closed mouth

Days of Rain
Day of tears, brings rain
Days of scented gardenia filled the open air
With perfume: Day of rejoicing for two lovers
Prince Harry and Megan making weddings plans

Happy news, smiling faces, but with broken tradition
We all love a fairy tales with a happy ending.
We love to see that love still exist,

We love when love merge and become intimate:
Still Close to our hearts, this thing call love
Jupiter merges with the moon to add luck
and understanding to love relationships play

let end this year with a little happiness. xoxo

The sizzling sound of the radiator
Waked me up too soon
The cold breeze nibbles at my feet
like the unwanted houseguest

The sunlight come peekaboo to soon,
leaving the darkness behind yesterday sun
The New York cold weather frets me

The Island sunshine, calls out my name
Lying there with my compatriots
The cold and the non-sunshine

I have a long day ahead of me
I refused to be self-pity

Weak motion of instability
I count the years and the times you invade my body
I call out your name Pain. I called you chronic pain
I remember my first experience with you

You ******* the left side of my body, you weaken me
When I stood up from the bed, you held me down
No matter how hard I try to be strong, you enfeeble me
I tried to drown you; you swam back to shore,
And came back to shore with a vengeance:

You **** me in darkness; you humiliated me in the light;
You are not temporary according to others,
#Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever#

Nestling in my arteries, while enjoying my misery
I know your name is pain: I hate your games,

Stop choking my dream, stop following me
Let me howl, let me sing, let me dance,
Just leave me alone………………..Pain

ACROSTIC POEM

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A ngelic fanatics, lashing on to the nonreligious folks words
C ritic dealers from across the globe: scandalous
E yeballing and ID’ in, every aspect of our lives
B roadcasting activities not fit or proper
O f men and women from the bones yard
O bjectionable political speeches of 2017 trends
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