The blackbird lands on my window.
singing sweet songs of melodies
the same time everyday
such lovely songbirds
~
I knew
That he was delivering a message
His soft bird’s beak compose a soft melody
As close to a well-written composed symphony
~

The sun shine bright
Upon the window pane,
“What’s it: my little friend?”
would you like for me to
“ go outside and feel the
  lovely sun upon my face?
~
Spring is finally here,
Spring is finally here
Hip, hip hooray
~
The warm weather encourage my tulips to emerge
my red roses opening to the sun
With smiley gestures
Welcome spring with a warm embrace

Dispassionate Objectivity #2
The helicopter hovers over the neighborhood
I listened to the hiss of the radiator. Often I'd
awaken in the wee hours, somehow this morning
evokes a mother's greatest fear: and deepest pain
about burying her only child.
~~~~~~~~~2
Only God know what happen to flight three seventy
Have it been stolen?
Once again it crowd in the skies
Somehow, as years goes by it seem to
more dangerous than football grounds
So many question, but not enough answers
~~3
Unfortunately, only God know what lurks in the hearts
Of reckless people
Ones can only say, so many times
“Look what they gone and do”
~~~4
  Your Home, your sanctuary
your comfort zone
However, when you are blown to smithereens
From a building gas explosion
useless tears , silent prayers

After they are gone
Nothing seem the same anymore
No matter how much you stare at the door
Or adapt your hearing range for that special click
In hope of hearing that crackling tick
The thrilled is gone
~
Now we avoid each other
Like the poisoned pawn
Once he was a rock
in my golden pond

I have wanted other things:  more than anything
,

The thing I wanted most
was a Barbie doll
Nana said that it was useless and a waste of money
So instead Nana brought me three beautiful summer dresses
~~
When I was about ten years old, I wanted a Barbie doll with golden hair
Instead they brought me a cheap doll with no hair;
and some frilly days of the week underwear

Every part of my doll kept coming apart
I remember my little brother chewing on the doll feet leaving bite marks
~
I had to keep the doll away from kettles, candles, radiators and even the hot sun
Once I leave it near an electric water kettle: To my surprise I never knew that
Cheap plastic usually melt
~~~
When I was about fourteen, I wanted to go to the country fair with my friends
To experience the life of a teenager,
Instead granddad got out his vintage bell and Howell movie cameras
and said to me “watch your friends from afar with these new lens”
~
I wanted others things more than anything else besides
Being under the watchful eyes of my grandparents:
I wanted to be that kind of kid that who stayed out late and get into trouble:
I wanted to be that badass defiance one

The outer surface does not project the truth,
so many of us live in fear.
~~~~

How often have we wondered why intelligent individual
do the craziest things,
just to add a title to your name
some of us get married under false pretense.
in addition, some seldom does it for the wrong reason.
caught in relationships season after seasons,
was it for the soul purpose of trying to fulfill a yearning?
for those that cannot be determine.
~~~~
As we buried it deep within our souls
our intangible way defines us,
getting impregnated in hope that he would stay
eventually one day he would stray.

~~~~
However, it is the fear that crippled most of us,
then it has become the lack of trust,
because we build our project on weakness,
therefore, it loosens as the years goes by,
then the elasticity of our life shows tremendously.
~~~~
this necessary part of our life becomes a reality
and once again the yearning seize,
now here comes nothing.
wasted years and wasted nights,
not it is time to struggle and rebuild our images,
unlike a baby first steps.
we stumbled and fall.
~~~~
We reborn into wiser individual,
Is this a new beginning?
for us to trained our minds from sensing the shame,
moreover, shifting the blame.
as we desperately mastered our thoughts unto higher horizons,
and rid our souls from toxics elements in our life.
transcending unto a peaceful life.
Is this a new beginning?
For us.

A dozen roses on her nightstand
Seem so uneven
they came around two-ish
I watch as the family members hug and kiss her
~
However, the little boy stood by the door
Staring at the old hag in the chair
She stares back at him
~
“Oh how she love him once
is this what  love look like
As it die faster than yesterday flowers
Where have all the flowers gone?
  When she said
It’s a boy
six years ago