You embellish my life, I cherish your love, trust and the time you take just to make me smile

My eyes awe at the sight of your visage. It must have taken God eight days to perfect you before his eyes.

You gave me hope when I thought I  was lost. Your voice is melody echoing the sounds of joy.

In your arms, I am in a garden of heaven basking in bliss, resting in peace but alive and indeed enjoying the aroma of elation swaying with the wind.

Your mind is an abyss sated with emptiness,spore of an ink-jet,
the heart is erupting with repugnant repulsiveness.
Your conscience ravage by your impulsive act.
You indulge in savagery shackled by misery creativity is a mystery .

You diverged from an honest life and now you're perjuring in art you dark-prowlers.
Converged with parasites marauding, Proud-Writers.

Cursed with uncertainty you're embracing lies, in the realm of thieves there's a decaying crown.

The heart grows warm as the fog is lifted. While the warm light rises above the sun, enlightening the blinded but gifted.

Elated by The smell of lilies, swaying with the wind while caressing the skin, enchanting the soul that gently breaths.
The mind serene, a breeze of blissful thoughts. Joy being the kiss from nature at peace.

As the day retires the moon provides a sit. Now, gaze at the sunset while the lilies retire for the night.

Atrocious images consume the mind. Society is the devil without horns nourishing the masses with lies
When the truth is,  the robes of the pious veil predators.
Pigs bathe in the mud of corruption, assume high positions, incarcerate victims while the streets flood with villains.
Is this a forest of lost souls and weeping widows, where beauty is but another fallen tree? Or A stage of villainous acts with heroics words?

I am wounded by questions, as to why I do not honour the beauty of love, but an eagle can not dance in the clouds without its feathers. Shackled by the chains of misery, I find that in love I can not go further.
I'm an iron bent by the hammer of pain. My path is abundant with emptiness, love is yet to lead me astray.

In the rain of my tears I see a rainbow coloured with hope of escaping my fears enlightening my heart as the path to love appears.

Eyes pierced by the night, reverberating in silence. Voices renounced by the wind. Standing at the shore of waves and storms, you surrender to the inevitable as the sun rises.

I'm the fruit from the tree of the northern desert.
Where the grounds are dehydrated with  cracks  that run deep in their skins.
Bleeding the veins of plants to the last drop.
Draining the essence of all living things and yet still a victim of The unquechable thirst.
The heat forever calescent. The tree pleading to the sky for a drop of hope, for angels to cry and bless us with tears of joy.