Death is a mystery and, perhaps a blessing
Can you imagine a world where no one dies?
Someone have to die, in order for someone to be born
Too many mouths to feed, to many manmade diseases
I thought about life and death this
morning on a jam- packed train
I felt like I was going insane,
The air was impossible to breathe
The different faces, the looks and the wide eyes gazes
Imagining that in a never ending world
Where other human are glue to each other like Cubic Square
Without creating a history, or an anniversary..
Why think of death as a mystery, it’s a blessing
Even trees know when to shut it roots down

Your kind of love cripples me
I am weak,
I am sad,
I feel hopeless
You make me feel like raggedy Ann
Red braids and strips stocking
Cherry lips with white and blue smocking
A fabulous smile with twinkly eyes
I am flawless today
However, tomorrow I will be worthless
I am emotionally abuse
By the master of deception
Mr. Lover

The Windows are eyes
wings like an eagle with open arms.
welcoming us with a little charm.

A gesture to ease the hardships
this recession have cast upon us,
  prolongation creeps into another year
peace talks or summit talks our
lifestyles fades like tears.

Does anybody out there really care?

Debt collectors calling
all hours of the morning,
Paychecks shrinks,
Our state of mind is on the brink
Are we going under?
Like a loud clap of thunder.

Does anybody out there really care?

The front door smiles
and the wings are like open arms
is this our only charms?
recession leads to depression,
Is ruining our lives.

How do I shut off my emotion?
Locked up my heart,
And spare it from pain
I hate the dating game

how can I get to know him
his ways, my ways
I am over fifty and I hate to play
This game of love
love me or leave me
he loves me,
he love me not.
negative emotions

The
Rose of Dawn
I am not a poet,

I am not a poet but I wake up early in the morning
Just to listen to the sound of the birds outside my window
While my thought turns to you,
with images of a naughty school girl
I drop down my ideas here and there
I hope of releasing my inspirational thoughts without giving up
My entire self-worth or lower my self-esteem
With each tweets the birdies makes,
It reminds me that anyone can be a poet,
Which each sipped of coffee that slowly touch my lips
I can actually feel the adrenaline surging through my body
Word, words, ideas, idea, this sense of rush
My entire self-worth, my self-esteem, perseverance”
Always reflects back to my naughty school girl experiences

Then I remember why I am not poet, because
my words are considered to be a deadly weapon
like the relentless heat of the desert.
Inducted to be worst summertime madness
Even for a poet.

Three thousand times
I felt the weight of the world
  Sinking me into the floor,
I Embrace Your Failures!
Draw Strength
Each and every single moment
I  often took sneak peaks at your underwear,
and
Laugh out loud sometimes
squirmed  
Against Your brutal body odors

  I stood firm with my legs on the floor
No more! No more!
I am just an old worn out chair.

Nothing is more beautiful than sipping tea or coffee
While admiring lovely roses as they sprung into view
this beautiful June Morn

Or Even
hanging out on the boardwalk looking out to sea
Thinking of grandmother crockpot beer and beef stew

However, how can it be more memorable?
As old tires buried half way into the front lawn
Suddenly, you find yourself thinking about Dawn
Your classmates ...Cassidy and Tate
who recently passed on

Then you notice stifling weeds babies between the lilies
You bounces back when reality jogs your memory

The stifling **** suffocate the lilies
It’s a life lesson to learn from nature flowers
Unhappy raucous behavior every passing hour
through life little things