I saw you waving goodbye.
I said hello as we walk by.
A moment was there.
One city so pretty.
A symphony of electricity.
Just one look.
Was all it took.
To rock her world.
Capture the heart
of this particular girl.
So out of the blue.
In the light of day.
That moment of truth.
He took my heart away.

Frogs vociferous
as night rain leaves—the loudest
must be tortoise-big!

The snowball effect,
Connects four snowflakes,
A ballerinas tiptoes evades footsteps
On the game board,
A perfect pirouette.
The overtures prologue,
Mother tongues twisted in specific syllables,
To emphasise the divide in culture,
the closeness of nature.
The bubble in a spirit level bursts
And disrupts the axis of the world as we know it.
An Easter egg made of woven hope.
Sweet and septic,
A dangerous connection.
There's electricity in the thunder clouds,
A storms reform,
No prisoners in the matterhorns scorn.
But we must climb to reach the pinnacle of desire,
and grab the bull by its horns.
Torn between the torqiunet,
That restricts our true colours,
The blood seeps through like the Matadors tools.
Only fools would make light of those we share the earth with,
Ma whirlwind changes the landscape,
It can never be the same.
Underneath the terrain,
A lesson remains,
Statuesque,
In the mystery of history's gifts.

When the stones speak
they speak in the old language
of time itself.
they speak of endless tides
that wash them smooth
for infinity.
sometimes they whisper of Changes
where their roughness was polished
by the sands of time.
they whisper to me
my soul will be washed
like they were
smoothing its mperfections
until it will glow in the
rivers of forever.
to spend infinity
in a new perfection.
and to be blessed
by a life well lived.

Consider the couplets
Cohen sings,
And the rhyming lyrics
Rappers bring;
And tell me
That ain't poetry.

Honey I'm drunk,
Don't come by,
But if you do
Bring Canadian Rye;
I've two feet planted
Six feet high,
And I ain't right ready
To lay down to die.
But the sun is sinking,
And my body's stinking,
Honey will you come,
Please bring that Rye.

Honey, I drink,
We both know why,
Let's not pretend,
Let's not lie.

Honey I'm dry,
I'm gonna die,
I've six feet planted
Two feet high.
I ain't quite steady,
I could use a high.
The sun's in the east,
My demon's a beast,
So Honey drop by,
Please bring that Rye.