When you think of the past
Do you feel the pain?
Or does it bring on shame.
Shame I felt most of my life
Within me lies a world of unspeakable pain

Past you held on to me
Future you are uncertain
Present must you denied my happiness
Past, present and future its overdraft
No time for new deposits.
Living is now.
Death is unavoidable.

Something about you
beautiful lady,
Something that you
change in me.
Something about your
hair just falling,
Something that won't
leave me be.


Something about you
beautiful lady,
Something in you
that speaks to me
Something about your
brooding nature
Something underneath
no one else can see

With sad eyes
green as an ocean,
won't you smile
sometimes for me
My eldest daughter..

**** your Captors, free your soul  

How can you say you love me?
Knowing that you hate the thing:
I love the most
And that is you honey!
the man of my dreams

Free yourself from mental slavery
**** your captors,
free your soul
Love yourself again for me
Suicidal thoughts is not the answer
Think like a man never be apologetic
that simply Internet etiquette

Only the failures choose suicide; choose life
A vague empty feeling subsume you
As you look into the eyes of evil;

When man becomes dear to me,
I have touched the goal of fortune
Is there such a man for me?

After you depart from this world
Is there such a man for me?
Why deprive me of such a man
why the suicidal thoughts

Eye Balling  
I felt your eyes ******* my poems
You took away the Island flavor

Enjoining adjectives, nouns and pronouns
Only blends like a raw smoothie,

However, without crush ice, it's bland
Let’s be blunt nothing beats originality in poetry
Poems demand originality not mind ****

My heart whispered yes
And you heard
My soul spoke
And in that moment of celestial bliss
Your soul said yes
My spirit found yours
Entwined by feelings unspoken
And silent echoes of hope
I felt you
I felt your heart beat
Your spirit, your passion
Your sunshine
A full moon and star studded sky
Intimacy.
To me you are;
A reservoir of expectation

An untold story of love

Talk to the hand!  
Right back at you talk to the hand
Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
The difference between a man and a woman these days
Or which came first, the cadaver or the casket

It takes a woman of substance
to make a decision
my look on life
Is so **** complicated

I am never to be trusted; don’t even glance at me twice
I am the kind of gal, who usually waits three months to
To build up the courage to have *** first and feel guilty afterwards
Nor can I decide whether to put the past tense on most endings
Or capitalize my i or my t
however, where my dark mind goes,
Whether it's in a slumber mode or a trance
Even into a coma
life is nothing but a chance
Not even I know.

Now tell me which is more disgusting
A ****** Psychiatrists telling me about my life
While his is so **** up, from where he is going
My life is like a smooth running train.

I rather be found living amongst the monks
At the monastery in Nepal or the one in Spain
with they rich historical heritage, arts and culture
it beats this daily life of living in the dark

Even if I return to Time Square with my tambourine
Wearing colorful bright orange and tangerine
My brown slippers;
while I beg for passerby hard earn money.
as they watch me with pondering eyes.
please bare in mind
we all had our share on life..

Vivid images  
In the still of the night,
I saw vivid images of the strong
man I once love,
his emerald eyes, his
unshaven face prickly as the weeds
on my lawn,
I sigh!

Who’s this broken man?
Dreams, hope, futuristic shattered
like smoke rising in the open pasture
his broken portrait lean
against the dresser mirror

Love, hate, betrayals
I detest!
Confusion of a delusional stalker

Tomorrow when I am awake,
What would I remember?
Being his stalker or his lover?

Dreams, hope, futuristic shattered
like a two way mirrors,
however, only one view showing the
Shady side of the real him;
I detest.
his caretakers declared him as
fragile and unbalanced frame of a man
who was sadly tossed into the ocean of black tears

An wasted love affair ends
My heart is broken once again
a rainbow appears
I lost a good friend.