She an Athena
Her enchantress Georgina
Endowed she is with a flirtatiously hourglass physique
Every contour gracing her lithe body breathtakingly unique
Her fair peaches-and-cream complexion outshines the sun’s radiance
Oozing luxuriance
Irrefutably a masterpiece of refined aesthetic artistry
Sparking chemistry
Her nightingale voice reverberates softly
With the incessant whistling of the wind, such a novelty
She my Achilles heel
And am head over heel
Hopelessly brainlessly unmistakably insanely in love
I bet I’ve got some nerve

Two souls floating over  landscape
Of thorns
In a bubble.

Like a wave toast in the
Ocean, my love for you
Will soon ebb away.

A needle in a
Haystack
That’s what true love
Is.

I crossed paths
With an icy princess who left
Indelible footpaths on mine embittered soul.

One moment you
sweet the next you
bitter as gall

How you comprehended my myriad a murmur
My mind can barely understand even with a hammer
Hard hit on my head
I a diaper-wetting toddler nestled in the warm bed
Of your comforting arms
You, in constant vigil feeding me honey-sweet plums
Singing me lullabies in your soft mellow voice
Your seemingly palpable heart always in a state of rejoice
Kindness well-articulated on your visage
Your demeanor that of a revered sage.
Your unmatched audacity to defy odds
Neutralizing all prods
Initiated by inconveniencing circumstance
A goddess of stern indefatigability, your experience in life expanse.

Are precious accessories
That are worn on rare
Occasions, fleetingly.

Yesterday’s but a drop
In the ocean of the past.
Its sorrows, joys, triumphs, defeat
Highs, lows all crushed to a uniform
“Consistency” In the crucible of experience.
And so every so often
With the frequency and urgency
Of reaching yearningly for a cookie jar
We reach out to the repository of experience
To live through once again
The moments that inspired either awe or consternation.
Each waking moment, we replenish the contents
Of this cookie jar so it never runs out
Thus partaking of its essence into the unforeseeable future.

Dreams, can indeed take you to the
Very shores of unbridled ecstasy.
Then entice you to plunge head first, steadfastly
Into the expansive desirable oceans of grandeur and splendor
Or better yet they can cause oneself to get acquainted
With the harsh realities of despondency  
And the cold slimy realities of horror
Either way they marvels of mental creation
Am happily willingly inclined to prefer
The latter.

Ever since time immemorial
Even before the existence of now defunct phenomenon
Society’s had a stranglehold on “goodness”, a fact not entirely circumstantial.
On the high pedestal of “moral high ground” it’s stood, a loose canon
At the behest of “moralists” and “immoralists” alike
Malleable to all manner of situational conundrums
Rubber-stamping all manner of questionable theatrics with lord like
Patronage, this artistic fashioned manner of duplicity detailed in compendiums
Of information passed down from generation to generation
“For posterity’s own good”
Rhetoric construed
To imply the wellbeing of every individual born.
Subject to the above I implore society to effective immediately
File for moral bankruptcy in the court of public opinion, humbly.

A closed bud
That stays so lest it
Self destructs.

A cloudless sky
Misty and hazy nursing acute
Mental paralysis.

Perches precariously on the edge of my
Crippled consciousness
Jealously and zealously guarding it
Lest it strays to ‘unchartered waters’.

To ostensibly **** time
She around the clock
Traverses the ‘bumpy’ uneven terrain
Of my mindfulness leaving in her wake a gall aftertaste.

She a beautiful apparition
Skirting and strutting her stuff
Boldly in my mind’s eye
All this to my chagrin.

On the seashore ensconced
In great walls of coral rock
a crab and his mate
interlock in a vice griplike
embrace rolling from side to side

Once fiery furnace of
Emotional sensitivity
Now a cold hearth

Squalor and affluence
Live off each other’s benevolence
Albeit unknowingly.

Family’s not only
Blood and bone
It’s being each other’s cornerstone.

Truth’s a double edged sword
And true lies have a façade
For each occasion that’s mundane
Or otherwise and when peddled they’re mostly plain
Eliciting brouhaha meant to send mixed signals
Kind of “stones” hitting an “undisclosed” number of birds.
A crop of good fellows, politicians that is
Barely ever leave the populace at ease
Buttering them up with falsehoods, platitudes even half truths
And by virtue of being inherently over-excitable, these verbal missiles
From ‘slingshots’ cause strife, discord, discontent even apathy
In all manner of forms and so nationhood and integration atrophy.
Funny enough this happens from a seemingly divided
Front “truth” is there’s a common denominator, self-preservation and that’s farsighted.

True eternal Greatness
Springs
From a fountain
Of abject humility.

When a loved one’s sickly
All household’s affected thickly
Suffering in unison, well-wishing
For quick recovery, busy as bees pampering
And showering them with love and affection.
The fluctuation in complexion
Is met with mounting concern
And all efforts are expended to discern
The crux of the medical conundrum
At hand even if it means trying to charm
The supernatural forces that be
To intervene to assist with the sore reality.
A need to look inward
Can’t be sidestepped much less ignored.