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Dark n Beautiful Feb 2015
Whenever, February comes around
and if I am still here breathing ,
I must shed a tear
Whenever the coldest month
of the year gets to me
I flashback to 1959 and
the bullock’s heart tree:

My vivid memories might seem a bit strange,
But according to sources, it’s where my Nana
buried my navel string: under the old bullock’s heart tree

The bullock’s heart trees shall forever lived on
So are my memories of that secret place
the sparrows and the blackbirds shall
  forever feast upon the ripened fruits it produces

The broad leaves shall shelter the wild doves,
from the tropical sun and rain,
However, how strange my memories might seems
whenever, February arrives and I am still
breathing, I must shed a tear.
because, I am forever blessed ..Happy birthday to me.
Dark n Beautiful Feb 2015
The colors of the seasons reflect your true inner beauty.
Winter:  gleaming and glistening the white winter themes

Summer: The songs of the birds in Nana’s sycamore trees,
a friendly reminders of your tone of voice

Spring and fall: blends harmoniously together
Like our cultures, as we rise above

All the friction and roughness of discrimination
Throughout the years on earth
Dark n Beautiful Feb 2015
If my poem arouses you then I know
I am doing something good
I am the poet,
the narrator of this poem
I write what I feel,
I say what I like
Somehow, I captivate my audience
Who I am, and who you think I am
or what you think of me.
Have no bearings  
on this poet's work

Therefore, I am who I am,
without the smearing
I am from this Century
where I am free from *******,
my words spread in a nanosecond,
across the internet,
however, my lip are sealed
my poetic spirit guides me:
until it’s time to orchestra
an forgettable vogon list of  poems
with my unique vernacular

I can take you the mountain top and
Make you believe it’s easy to climb
I can make you reach for the star,
Knowing that it’s unreachable by far

Life has a way of making you fall on your behind
The language I use, it far too complicated
Because I celebrates life with poetry
As well as I loathes it

So what’s your question?
I probably knows the answer
Dark n Beautiful Feb 2015
Because I had loved you before I was thirteen
Because I had loved you throughout my teen
You stole my virginity: you deflowered me
Surely, I have composed and quieted my soul;
Now, I am like a baby about to be weaned

Because I have loved you so much
Because love can make us do and say crazy things.
Now it’s  impossible to love another.
Because I am the dark angel with heart shaped wings
Dark n Beautiful Feb 2015
Come when my heart is full of grief
Because love is confusing, love is a thief
Look into my eyes, my darling

Let us sail that ocean of love that never divides us
We would never, say never because my
beauty isn't all it appears to be,
Look into my eyes, and tell me what you see
It’s the warmth of the hearts,
That ignites the tender spark
So the fire of passionate love may start

Words of love come so easily to you.
However, for us love do not come at all
Love isn't what love songs tell us it is.
It’s not the magical music video, where
boys meet girl and fall deeply in love:

Where heart-shaped balloon arch, decorated the
fire place, as they make love on the white furry
rug in front of that big flaming fireplace:

The heart knows what it wants, and the heart want
a connection between the two hearts
Yours and mine
Happy
Valentine’s Day
Happy Valentine's Day:
To All My Fans Here At Hello Poetry.
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