I wrote every syllable in flawless meanings,
             my fingers playing my emotions.
A fine tuned tapestry of silence,
telling you every thing you needed to hear..
            Then you caressed my face.
Hand gestures solidifying the meaning of our every word.

My muteness is an epilogue for
all the words that died before you.
            Entombed within the fibres of you fingertips
names you scratched from the hollow bearing of
        those canals of listening..  they say silence is spoken
but my words bleed from your ears in silence

Where all flavours in life,
                                   never does one taste the same.
but some are similar, close friends that are shades
so varied  but tastes just slightly different from the other.
We think we no choice to our flavour of life.

We think where all trapped within a vacuum of a world
where we think we have  no choice
                                                       but to be either this or that.
But where all different flavours that have more choice
than we realise. we just have to look outside the Jar.

Finding that even though were enclosed,
                  that we don't have to be just one flavour in life,
that we can be a mixture of varieties.
No one has to taste the same life is never just
              Blue,
                         Green, or Orange,
Were what ever flavour we wish, ever changing in life.

I'll never be  alone as long as you
keep the darkness away from the
streets of my heart. I was sullen in
the home of my feelings.

But you lit every moment towards me,
letting me venture beyond my own confides,
and I walked beyond myself  and then I
found you lighting me further on.

I look at every street light as its
fuelled by the essence of your rhythm,
my was heart secluded till you lit me
beyond me reach and I followed you.

And now I dance on every street lamp,
feeling the luminosity, and I know I'm
safe following  every burnished shade.
my every avenue towards my love.

We all are connected by others,
                      through laughter,
                                  through smiles.
Were always thinking of those that
we haven't spoken to in a while,
                                   and we think!
But when that moment has passed
and there words are but echoes,
                               remember reflections
carry on through the people they knew..
always will we remember them
                              for there words to us,
and the laughter that resonates through
                                   our reflections of them.

I will never wish words, only my actions as all syllables
   eventually fade..   Take my coat and the few dollars
as actions are worth more than just singular words...
         sleep warm with worth more than thoughts..

People forget that
                         love rhymes
only carry you so long,
                    along a reparative flow..
            But I venture on the
waves of varied flow..

Do I care if you get ******
                       below my riptide..  
never connecting upon my
                 differential flow of wording.
Drowning  within my varied view of a world
                           that isn't flowers they
fell into my ocean and got dragged into
       oblivion long before you learnt to swim.

The moods of others are fickle,
                      but I'm not a trend,
I'm a tsunami of reality...
That's not constricted to the lullabies of others as
they drown within my words....
                others fade
                   but I'm still here dragging you out...