We are just visitors
For a brief time
Travelling through a few milestones
Our time is finite
Our interactions are finite
So, why have an ego
Which is also finite?
Let us be friends with the world
With the people, plants
Trees and climbers
With the butterflies
And the beasts as well
Since our journey is finite
Make Life as easy as possible
And make it merry as well..
Leave a few sweet memories
For those who come after us.

First love
My mom is a seismologist,
Knowing my heart is a plate, placed in core of my soul,
When I had a crash, my world cracked disaster,
She noticed a fall in my Epicenter,
Love grasped me with both nailed hands, bleeding
Believing.

said:  poetry

derived of red signs lit on the broadway
calling out places to get a drink

maybe blood on a highway

or a stray cat fed by an old lady barely
able to walk

a skirt lifted  just in passing

a smile at you


a fluffy white cloud of smoke
as you exhale

that first hit

the tang on a tongue
on a tongue of a kiss

that welcome home
from your woman

an embrace by that outgoing
***, who does smell,

but is always seemingly happier
than you in your Lincoln

or just a good movie
how it makes you revisit

someplace
warm
coiled in your memory

There is this girl, blonde hair blue eyes.

Her stunning blue eyes get their color the same way water and the sky get their true rich blue color. They scatter light so that more blue light reflects back out.

Her hair shines so bright, as bright as the sun in the sky. Warming my heart during the daytime.

When I look into her eyes,
I see a beautiful ocean, peaceful and at ease.
I see gentleness and her personality coming free.
It's ever so engaging.

I tell her her beauty and personalities flourish.

She's a flower child.

She's the sweetest hippie bringing me peace and tranquility.

Her words can not describe her smile it's so contagious.
It's no wonder why she leaves me ever so speechless.

If I could be with this girl,
I'd do my all to give her the world in which she deserves.