My branches are my arms
And all leaves my children;
Do you burn up your farms
Where your family is driven

To live a happy life as mine?;
Know and think it profoundly
Ere you saw me and my wine
Oozes and you elude it quickly.

Are you cannibal to eat all?
Are you aliens fully unaware
Of the earth and its deep call
To uphold peace and share

Whatever it yields to everyone
To make their life so beautiful,
Smile, rejoice, and have lot fun
And always give and take plentiful

I HAVE NOT TOO MANY WORDS
NOT TOO MANY BIRDS,
THAT FLY IN THE SKY
I DON'T KNOW WHY
THEY DON’T JUST MULTIPLY

I HAD FUN TO BE GONE
BEING ALONE,
IN THIS LONG FIGHT, THERE IS NOTHING TO LIE
THAT I HAVE DENIED

REALITY HAS GIVEN ME SOME CLARITY
CONTROL OVER INSANITY
I HAVE COLLABORATED AND COLLIDED ENOUGH
FOR A VISION
TO ESCAPE MORE COLLISION

Tanned and enslaved beneath the sun
for some years now
Banned and saved from the gun
of some fears now

I’ve had cut my wrists and hanged myself
strangled in the dark with a thread..... this thin
But I only imagined

fiction, takes a word to jump across worlds
I only jumped through time
scheduled to look back once in a while
though it all looks fine

It is all smiles
the floor, melody  tiles
keeps buzzing, long as there is no stopping
The frames are one too many
but I can do the cropping

It does not hurt to fail
fail against a wish
When the feelings are polished


I create and relate and sedate,
compensate the debate in a state
I’m dealing, concealing then briefing the willing
so it is spinning and winning

MY POLISHED FEELING

THERE IS A MELODY, IN A HEARTBEAT
YOU MAY HAVE TO FEEL AND LISTEN CLOSER
A PERFECT SILENCE OR A LITTLE NIGHER
THEN YOU MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE

HAVE YOU SEEN RAIN BEFORE SHE FALLS TO THE GROUND?
OR AFTER WHEN SHE MAKES THE DROP SOUND?
I BET YOU HAVEN’T
SHE ONLY MEETS YOU ALONG THE JOURNEY
FOR A MOMENT BETWEEN A FINGER AND A CELLO STRING
ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS FOCUS


WE ARE TOLD, SHADOWS DIE IN DARKNESS
BECAUSE YOU NEED LIGHT TO BLOCK BRIGHTNESS
BUT IS IT REALLY A FACT? AND SHE’S NOT THERE?
OR PREPARED, AWAITING TO HOLD US
THE TRUE ONE TO REFLECT US
RIGHT THERE, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS FOCUS.

I have a gift
She aint no stranger, Though i am to her
I think she deserves it
Maybe even worth it
Frost had once said
The end might be fire or ice
I'd lose but I still bet
My love without you would suffice