let's all revel in the duplicity
duplicate posts that lack authenticity
authentic thoughts fall to the simplicity
simple minds are guilty of complicity

a new origin of no originality
original thinking crushed by formality
formal rules lead to our commonality
common perspectives to lower our mentality

Hey mister, can you spare me a dime
or maybe just a moment of your time
I hate to admit, I'm a starving artist
maybe my choices aren't the smartest

it seems senseless starving for art
artistic integrity plays a big part
parting my ways seems so hard
hardest part is silencing my heart

hey mister, can I sell you a rhyme
it might mean something over some time
I'm proud to admit I'm a starving artist
even though these days are the hardest

I don't remember
How much time has gone
I couldn't see my face
I even forgot how I was
And how I'm looking now
Cuz I lost my mirror
That is you.......

By shaffu

In my life,the garden of flowers something speak
Sun rays through my window wake me up
Rising of the sun so nicely treats & greets
Dew drops shines in sun beams
I want to live in my dreams
In my garden of love
Flowers are fluttering & dancing
Beneath the tress and before me
Enjoying fresh breeze
Playing each other
Listening to the music of birds delightful song
Tossing head and calling me
Daffodils,lily, sunflower and jasmine
Every beauty of the garden praises divine
Daisy, tulip and marigold
A few were faded and too old
In my garden of love
I have seen so many sweet flowers
I picked and chose only one
That is my lovely red rose
It's bright eyes sparkle like the stars
Staring at me &  fall in deep love
I touched my red rose
And pulled too close
Smelling it's smell for a love dose
It's fragrance whispers "I love you"
With a smiling & glowing face
And touched my nose
It's soft red petal gleefully kissed my lips
And it's green leaf hugged me
Your presence makes me happy
Gives strength to my body & soul
Oh my lovely red rose
Coz of you My garden of love always blossoms
Your attractive beauty really entices me
Without you no nightingale sings a song
Oh my lovely red rose
Don't ever feel blue
Coz I really love you

By shaffu.

Tractor humming happily
In the dim daylight
Seeping through heavy clouds.

The soil out here needs water,
Rains are welcome for now.
I kiss fresh coffee by the

Window, listening to the drizzle
And swallows whistling past.
Yes, she's on my mind.

I breathe in the humid scents of
Early country Summer,
Feeling soft arms reach around

Me from behind; her forehead
Against the back of my neck.
Something whispered.

Soon. You'll see me soon.
Hear my voice. Soon. You'll
Meet me. Soon.

I shrug off the fantasies and
Walk my cup back to the
Table.

I know who she is.
She has no idea I exist.
For now.

****, I love this juvenile
Feeling of infatuation with a
Stranger,

Stealing glanzes at her Facebook
Pictures, grinning to myself about
Acting like a stalker,

Not even feeling guilty;
I stand for my innocent intentions.
She'll never hear a word from

Me. No friend request or desperate
Attempts at contact.
She has a room in my Palace of

Imagination-
Where she sometimes comes out
To wander around and

Bless me with her presence.
So impossibly beautiful.
Supernova smile,

Elegant tattoos.  
Eyes full of kindness, like two
Soothing suns. Night sky hair.  

Real, yet invisible until I
Close my eyes and taste the skin
Of her temple as she leans her

Head against mine and points
Towards the horizon.
Look how green everything has

Become...
I know.
It's so breathtaking I even

Imagine sharing it with someone
I love.
Then she's gone again,

And I am alone with the rain and
The nestbound swallows. And the  
Purring of a distant John Deere

Outside an open window where
We stood in love, as vividly
As within a really real dream.