A careless  zookeeper lost the key to a cage
A  lion sneaked out ,
said good bye to its cubical home

Curiosity was the urgency to  flee
Surveying a potential new residence
Perhaps seeking new environment...
Lion was excited to discover
The excitement of the world outside  his  zoo...
He ran and ran as he had his golden chance
Soon he'd  find out the reality of life
in the human zoo...
Will he be Spending the nights
reminiscing the place and his people
those he had left behind. ... ?

What is a word
If not a collection
Of sounds.
Can you describe
What a word is
Without using words?
A good definition
Never uses
The word it is
Defining.
So define a word
Without words.
Try for me
Because I am curious.

Sometimes I get so
weak the only answer I
can think of is death.

I genuinely believe
That God only puts us through
What we can handle
But then again
I also believe
That He has overestimated
My strength
Or mistaken me
For someone stronger

The sun is setting
I'm prepared for bed
But I cannot sleep over the sound
Of things that go bump in my head

The night is dark
All the children are abed
But I can't sleep with all
The thoughts in my head

What if someone breaks in?
I'm far past paranoid
The house is creaking and moaning
I jump up at every noise

Why is everyone asleep
When I'm in such a panic
What if they're all dead
And this is the apocalypse?

What if there's and earthquake?
What if there's a tornado?
And I can't go to sleep because
If I'm not awake I won't know

I have to stay awake
To make sure nothing happens
But if something happens anyway
What would I do then?

If a robber gets in
Would I really want to be awake?
I'd have a better chance of survival
If I could just go to sleep

But the night is scary
So I'll wallow in my dread
And stay awake to deal with
All that goes bump in my head

Saw In a dream last night
A beautiful damsel
Whose eyes were bright
Like the stars in twilight

She looked at me
And I looked at her
Amazing was the whole scene
And the day too was serene

The nightingale was singing on a tree
And was encouraging me
So were humming honey bees
And singing birds on the trees

On the damsel’s red lips
The butterflies were dancing a dance
Flowers were her lips
The butterflies understood wrong

Coming close, she said to me
She was in love with me
Sweat came on my face
As her voice was filled with grace

I kissed her hand
Then we both sat down on sand
Where we started to talk
Near a huge rock

I saw myself in her eyes
Where I thought it is wasn’t wise
To give the heart to the lady
Who belongs to a fairyland

But she embraced me
Wept and assured me
I truly love thee
As a flower loves a bee

The girl was going to say
Things that would make me gay
But the birds called me
Day has dawned, don’t you see

a whispering wind
did drift over the craggy ridge
on that summer eve
its soft soulful murmuring
lasted till the midnight hour