Together
We play, We eat, We sleep
Forever
the memories I will keep
With or without dimes
we are partner in crimes
Rainier
the name so fine
Artsier
he I can find
With or without dimes
we are partner in crimes
Brothers that are bound
Happiness ye shall found
For with or without dimes
we are partner in crimes

There are too many numbers,
One can say forever.
Two others be alike,
Three or more can fight.
Four of them are friends,
Five days together, no loose ends.
Six can be nine,
but no one can take mine.
At the end it is better,
My favorite number is Seven

The
Meta is new
Many is few
Fore is front
ready infront
The
world is loud
school full of crowd
ready to fight
power is might
meta is new
many is few
then
fire is ice
naughty is nice
black is enemy
the color of economy
fore is front
ready infront
meta is new
fewer and few
fore is front
blades are blunt
the
end is near
only
poets see it clear

everyone doubted him
because of his attitude
his life is kinda dim.
they say he was rude
but with wisdom he was full
even Athena cannot rule
the way he talk's, it's like irony
even his jokes it's like poetry
he does not talk about love
not a typical Romeo in a plot
he was good at writing poems
he could possibly get Bragi's throne
his works are as white as doves
but nothings inside, his lines are blunt
he could not pierce a line in his audience
even the people around could not feel his presence
this words made him read more
and more and more poems
even Eddie and Bill
Maggie and May
in just, with a silver sky
up in the hill with a whistle
and his sweet spontaneous
he was drown into poetry
in love with rhythm and rhymes
writing and reading is not a crime
I hope his life wont end
both of us will still have a duet
he is a poet.

I,
defines love
as
Entoptic, for
love starts from
the eye.
Love is entreating,
as well as
it is entreated
your willingnes
to do things matter.
Love evolves
and it is enchanted.
Love is envious and
by love you envy.
Love is an epidemic
it spreads in no
time.
Love excels and
Love is excellent
but
Love is equal
and NO matter how
I define
LOVE
Love is still love
it is Erratic.

I spit lyric
lyrics that are generic
generic but somehow poetic
poetic in the sense of metaphoric.
Poetry must have structure
in order to preserve in the future.
Poetry without rhymes scheme
is like eating a cone without an ice cream
poetry is also good in free verse
but I'm writing this in one verse.
No line endings.
No verse cuttings
Yes! I'm a fan of Cummings,
Wordplay is a good thing
creative and fascinating.
This poem is generic
generic in the sense of simple lyric
simple lyric but somehow metaphoric
Yes! This is poetic.

There are things that I wanted to say,
But diffidence is always in my way.
She is just one step away,
But
With her smile makes the sunshine in my gloomy day.

I can feel the coldness of a sea breeze
Its chilling touch makes me freeze
And as I hear her breathe
She knocks me out of my feet.

I can hear the beating of my heart,
It was her who made it start.
I never met this kind of art,
It will forever makes its mark.

Romanticist they say I was
But ‘twas ideas that I have.
I never speak of words about love

Her beauty is sparkling,
So lively.
Her smile is stunning,
It’s lovely
Her eyes are shining,
Blistering.
She is a deity.
Perfect yet fragile.


It is hard to say the things
You want the most
But, even if I cannot tell
How hard I fell
By these I am right
The two of us are not alike
But I want her to read and see
The true meaning of this poetry.