Sadness may be a lover's world
Loneliness its dark gray clouds
Yet, love's beauty stands out
Like a spotless white dove
Flying against, a somewhat, eternity of blackness.

Oh the silly things we do for love
She smites us and make us cry
But away we wipe the tears and wear a hopeful smile
So that all pain gets concealed behind a thick mud wall of love

The longer the cry lasts
The tears begin to melt the mud wall away.
All the flickering stars of hope fades away,
Of emptiness, loneliness and emotional pains the heart begins to ail

Each day dawns wearing a new face
The sun smiling and yearning for a smile back
In the rays of the sun
You will feel the warmth of my love
And in the stillness of every song
Hear my heart beating strong
Oh yes, it is all in love and nothing wrong

If this love is true
Though it burns me and you,
Even through this emotional storm  
She will bring us safely home.

I love you, dearly, I really do.

Dear lovely , take my coarse hands
Let me lead us to a wonderland .
Across this gorgeous green sea we
shall sail
To that place where love ' s sun
never goes pale
Where our hearts will never , again ,
ail .
The moon has aged thus grand
Here , sit with me on this sea
shore ' s sand
From whence we will watch hand
in hand
While we listen to our loving hearts
pound.
Lets count the night sky' s stars
And tell how lovely and beautiful
they are .
Lets watch the milky way fall to the
earth
And make silent wishes in our
hearts .
Ahh , beautiful lay here by my side
And lets listen to nature ' s lovely
lullaby
As we recount the great time

There in the mirror,
My jaw dropped from the terror
Of what I ' ve become

National treasury, the room
Government, the broom
Its citizenry the mop.

Tornado of thoughts
Whirling with this troubled clouds.
How did we get here?
The answer? Who cares?
The trampled remember the past
The trampler, in the present bask.

Humanity, the trending fraud.
Ages ago, who would've thought
Man is reduced to fear
Death lurks everywhere
Though that is the least of them all
Other accompanying devils deal their far worst blows.

Is it still a man's (human's) world?
My boomeranging thought.
If it still is
Justify this.
How come there are more guns
Than there are humans?
More killings than births?
More wars than peace-advancement seminars?

If truth has only one perspection
By now, we should be standing on the same vantage point

The world ie now no more than a chess board
We are; the chess pawns;
Bishops and knights;
With queens and kings,
At the summit of this prism

Is this what humanity was designed to become?
I bet, we are just a compromised generation.