A overcast morning temperature drops in the low degrees, you keep us warm under the blanket no time to freezes.

I love it when you kiss me with your soft moist lips, as I caress you from your waist down to your hips.

I love it when you ignore everything and focus on me, as you gaze at me with those radiant eyes I see.

I dream that we will be together forever and make it right, but for now we are friends and lovers on this cold winter nights.

You don't know how much I need you or what I'm feeling, your like a vision to my eyes to see that your not revealing.

I wish that I could meet you and see how much fun you are so that you could hold me without fear, even though you seems too far but  so near.

I wish that I could touch you and you touch me too,
my heart crys out for you. What am I to do?

I miss your friendly presence you've got me thinking, you don't know how much I want you. What is the meaning? 

I open my eyes and focus as my tears are gleaming, I look around me all appears blurry and hazy realising I must be dreaming.

In the Name of Allah the Magnificent the Beneficent, Allah you show me much of You're Gratitude, my prayer are never sufficent.  

Allah my heart and soul pleads for Your Grace, my life has turned for the worse please have Mercy on my soul and all my sins erase.  

Deep in the valley in the darkness of life, so difficult to find an exit that would lead me out of this strife.  

I supplicate, my soul cries searching for guidance, so deep in this worldly life while crawly out of subsidence.  

Reconciling and searching for the better things You offer, forgiveness in my vocal cord is stifled, my soul suffer.  

Allah, Your Greatness is so sound Your Creation is so perfect in Your way, my Lord hear my prayer don't let me go astray.  

The rain You bring upon us fulfills the rich supplement of life for mandkind, the lost gratitude and praises we leave so behind.  

Forgive me Allah of my pass and coming sins, I beg for Your Compassion from now and till my new life begins.  

Cleans my heart and soul, with Your Heavenly Grace make me as white as snow, forgiveness is the best that I know.

Waking up in this dark pit with tunnels thirty feet deep, a place with no light afraid I cannot sleep.

There I remain pondering of my mistakes in life that landed me here, nowhere to turn, but towards God I fear.

Making my mends to my Creator of these terrible sin, wonder what to say or how to begin.

The Almighty is the One who forgive, He places a light at the end of a tunnel a chance that I may live.

No forgiveness for those from within, a life of guilt that remains deep in my skin.

The light to a new path will bring the happiness I once had, looking back will just make her mad.

On with this new life I finally gave up hope, only to realize that later she threw down a rope.

No words to articulate as I sit and think, the sky is overcast with a cool appearance, as the heat misrepresents its true nature.

No stories to tell of an unanswered love, a lost beginning when I lost my true love. Words can apply my lovingly touch to my lover's heart.

The dreams I affirm they'd live, but alone within the poet heart, No articulated words none left to give my precious little one. Silence surrounds my heart, a dark and cold ***** the size of my fist. The poets heart rhythm, lacks the harmony it once praise for the woman of his.

Engulfed in social isolation, my world slowly collapse, as the poet anticipated. Stress and mental exhaustion, it fatigues the poet mind wondering when my love will depart. 

A sound of the poets favorite music that once enticed my lover as swell within my soul. Losing the beauty and glory I once saw each day.

An inquisitive thought, can this be the poets pens my last goodwill, can there be a amber left in her heart that I may convey this love on paper?

What's this poet to do? Not able to express myself, I feel for my true love, My passion to write would surely die, lacking the emotion while concealing and protecting her once love, deep in my heart. 

Does this poet conceal the pain and heart ache, while smiling at friends, saying I'm fine, does it even matters, barricading my pain, hiding my shattered spirit, from friends due to the love I couldn't attain.

A choice in life in the heart of a poet, excusing the bitter advices from friend who want to see the end. My love for her is stronger than ever, but her decision outwit the strength of the writer, therefore it is left with the Creator of this poet.

Babe, while in your arms my thoughts could drift away, to a place all to ourselves on this beautiful day.

Babe, with a redish orange sunsets and skies so blue, it would be ours to enjoy just for me and you.

Babe, while sitting on my lap my only achievement would be, to make sure your kisses are for me. 

Babe, every kiss that I'd give to you would be in four, just to show you that no one could love you forever more.

Babe, pray with me that we would never grow apart, you're all mine as my love presses your heart.

Babe, while making love to you we melting together as lovers do, our passion and pleasure seems always new.

Babe, as you lay near me stare into my eyes, and know that I am yours and no more silly goodbyes.

Babe, know that all of our dreams will soon come true, you'd belong to me, and I to you.

Babe, I really appreciate you loving and caring for me while I am ill so until then, will our love last forever Only God knows when.

Chance
Proposition submerge and asphyxiating in the deepest of water.

Fire engulfs the cognition as flames destroys the depths of its perception.

The  fierce wind with its force current take away the chance and scatters it abroad.

The earth eats at any sayings and fabricates its meaning.

A created moral aspect of human awareness imbedded deep within the hearts and minds of mankind.

Who's sympathetic to the pain and suffering of others, aspirating the need to reach forward with compassion.

Feeling the sorrows of the poverty stricken and the ill afflicted soul as one struggle to extend his hands in alms while his strength quickly diminishes.

Even the impiety of the ungodly, feels the remorse of the neglected, has they take sight of a weak child who struggle to place a grain of rice into her savoring mouth.

While the tears of one who's compassionate, are channel through his ducts, forming a matrix of a salty saline solution that falls like the morning dew from a leaf.

The life around her fragile body falls dramatically as she watches her under nourish flesh wrap around her tiny bones while holding on to a seemless life that holds no promise.

A vulture wait patiently with anticipation and eagerness for carrion, as her emaciated body collapse in preparation to sleep soundly in the afterlife.

By no means shall you attain righteousness unless you give of that which you love and whatever you give, of a truth, God is all knowing.

When I heard the news all I could do was cry, what a difficult moment to say goodbye.

This can't be true, Elizabeth something like this can't happen to you.  

Elizabeth, the little girl I once knew so beautiful in high school, a chorus voice you sang on my graduation day, such a lovely voice, I'll never forget how you sound so cool.  

Elizabeth a sound wife you display, a person with a drive nothing can't get in the way.

An enthusiast so eager to learn, has a young girl to an amazing woman in what you've done and yearn.  

As time passes in your life you've chosen a beautiful path.

Not for the worse but for the best, you've done well Lizzie a happy life with a new family with joyful moments in life these memories will go with you as you laid to rest.  

Left speechless, I wish I knew what to say, but only God knows this is the only way.

Maintaining my composer keeping my head up high. Though deep down inside, it was to much and all I can do is cry.  

You were sent to put smile in peoples lives, God gave the strength you need until the family arrive.

Just so much to do in such little time at hand, with stories to tell and memories to share, children to love and grandkids to hug, they will miss you as you enter Gods promise land.  

Elizabeth you've lived for all of us to see, how a happy person should be, God took you from the rest, we all know that God has taken the best.  

Elizabeth, God has been near you to let you know he came, He did not take you away in vain,

He has a special place for you above, where family someday will greet you with love.  

Now your journey has begun, family await you in heaven cause life on this earth is done.

Elizabeth your soul is release, goodnight little one and you may rest in peace.

What a ****** up world
He creates life to **** life
Would this **** ever end

A moment of time
noise stifled the absent sound
peace of mind awaits

Looking for an exit in life, perhaps other option that is rarely available. Time travel, utilitarian way to modify the past and the future.

Trapped in a matrix of flesh and bones controlled by my encephalon, it controls  every part of my daily life, from breathing and blinking to helping myself memorize.

A feeling of antipathy in life that could never bring me happiness.  

The inculpation for the misapprehension in my past relationship and future.

What does a man like me to do? How can one display their philia when they're not certain of that emotion?

My endurance in this life is on a perpetual edge. I perceive with attention toward happiness.

A deprivation I share with others. An absent of happiness.

A happiness of dominance; a switch that is only controlled.

Today he can be happy; switch ON.  Next week he can be unhappy; switch OFF.  

I walk on egg shells in this relationship and have to be careful that it won't break. I'm sad and lonely, this is what I get and deserve.

God nor I could change this, but I don't see it happening during my remaining life.

Stifles with silence deploying infantile  plots. A day at a time I enunciate as my composer easily is un-maintain.

Hidden arcanum among a number of these unidentified entities lashes out at me discreetly.

Posing no threat I conceal the pass deep in the abyss in an unmarked grave sealing off the hippocampus that only the Creator can breach.

Unannounced the gravestone is turned my past is breached which I assumed that only the Beneficent can release.

Once an inhabitation, but no longer my domicile. Set aside and noted as a lost monument.

Ascendency barbarous with words of articulation fatal to ones self esteem, grossly spoken enslaved. An inclination to the predisposition of my life.

Oh Mama I love you and would like you to know, you’re often on my mind where ever I go.

I enjoy the thoughts and memories of you while reminiscing while the sky is blue, it felt so good I’m so fortunate to have had a great Mother like you.

Your love, and kind affection makes you very special and rare, it amazes me with the time and effort you gave all fourteen of us by how much you care.

Mama what you've given to all of us five boys and nine girls can never be repay, Love, Peace and happiness to a Mother like you thank you Mom on your 82nd birthday.

This day will never be forgotten, today is your birthday Mama so I will raise a cheer, Even without you my special loving Mom, thought of you are all so dear.

Mama I owe it all to you from the time that I was small, And how you encouraged me in everything I need to know, and tried to not let me fall.

Throughout life your love and caring advises will be with us each and every moments. Your love for us has enriched our lives and we were so glad to have you be a part of our achievements.

Mama we’re all waiting for that day of reuniting but until then, I’ll be waiting patiently I love you dearly your son Sebastian.

A wound so deep that healing seems impossible, it would require lots of time and care if life can enable.

Nothing can't speed up this healing process, coagulation is so complex in this situation of nonsense.

Perhaps a paradox of this analogy, the sensitive mind that develops self reasoning without apology.

The need for new collagen forms increasing tensile, preventing the healing by living the pass that stays for awhile.

Deep'n with pain and inflammation, I can't stand the agony of this process I'm fill by intimidation.

Life is too short I'm living on the edge, a wound so deep, time to heal I come to acknowledge. 

The intricate process of epidermis and dermis repairs a barrier against the external environment, a scar of memories remain has a reminder of the emotional pain, sorrow and torment.

The scar that's left behind will surely keep the pessimists at bay, subsequently time would pass and I must move toward peace and happiness that's the only way.

Everything happens for a reason all must come to an end, it's been long ago since I consider you a friend.

The pain in my heart has turned into fear, I can't imagine life without you near.

More than friends I loved you way too much, I will make you my love and long for your touch.  

Uncertainty became difficult to hide how much you meant to me, through persistence and patience I have time I'm a retiree.  

I would lean on other friends who showed their concerns to, but my friends I left because I couldn't be away from you.  

I guess I just need that one best friend to confide, no matter the difficulty you ignored and put me a side.  

I should have known that you wouldn't be like you said, I tried to force you to think like I did but tears fell from my face as if I bled.

However, we're happy once again, and no matter what struggles we had from our pass this can be a new beginning and let's hope it will last.

She came in like a thief in the night, discreetly after reaching a three she put up a horrific fight.

In the wee small hours of the morning she began hugging up closely to her other half, spotted through a plyboard knot hole she took the beach then she laugh.

She forcefully wrapped herself around her man, not caring who was in her path with no remorse because she can.
Running the inhabitants off his land, not even a life jacket couldn't save their pension plan.

Slapping him around everything God has established, was gradually disappearing and just simply vanished. 

A family stranded on roof top, no one too rescue them not even a cop.
Eighteen hours on the roof of their home a couple with their son and daughter, surviving off a can of Pepsi and Top Ramen while friends of their lost there mother and father. 

The waters are calm and silent in this narration, a catastrophe witness by many is there any question. 

She leaves behind a reminder, a devastation with no arrest  made because they won't be able find her.

Who will support them? Who will back their decisions? Afraid, the people at FEMA, a political set back while over a thousand die in the hands of Katrina.

May the Blessing of Allah come your way, to make your birthday a wonderful day.

May special blessing come to you, and hope sincerely it will someday comes true.

Enjoy this day till its all done, may there be many year ahead now that you turn one.

Layla you are special to me and deserve the very best, I pray you have a wonderful life with love and happiness.

Layla, you're in my thoughts and always in my heart, I think of you daily and not seeing you just tears me apart.

Happy Birthday you're a gift from Allah, may you live a long life on earth my little Layla.

I’m confused please someone help me I feel so lost, I feel alone no one to talk to, what a dearly cost.

Please someone talk to me I need to know that someone cares, I need to know that someone is here, I am lost and unaware.

Tired of fighting with this frustration, is there someone out there to help me of this frightful situation.

I do not wish to be in this condition of strife, while I still plan on living a smooth life.

I want this to stop, how do I make it right? I’m so confused and lost in these thoughts, my chest is feeling tight.

Exhausted with fear and anxiety, when will it all be over with? I miss being a part of the Ummah society.

It's no ones fault but mine give me the strength in my belief, Allah forgive me and have Mercy on my soul where there is difficulties there's relief.

Setting his sights toward his future as each day goes by observing what's in front of him, as night fall the nostalgia of the twilight his reminiscing has become grim. 

Desperately musing his heart ache elaborated thought running away, anxiety takes over heartbeat racing feeling rigid the poet mind aflutter knowing she doesn't play.

Lasting through the evening can't think straight confuse while pacing all night, his heart ache vanishes his cognitive behavior says it will be alright. 

For her writting is this poets passion recollecting his once love his tears begins to form miniature lakes, attempting to penetrate her superbia her shielded heart won't break.

She's whom he gave his bleeding heart to is miserable and shrew, but the feelings aren't mutual only if she knew. 

Needing her the most, the animosity flows through her veins, locating that perpetual love has gone in vain.

Purposing a toast, alcohol beverage she prognosticate his love, a constructive hoax.

Like pleasant day a cool breeze of the ocean wind, cold nor hot people going about hoping the day won't end. Struck with calamity a tsunami brings misery, not how, but when.

Chaotic, with frustration. Is it possible to lurer her back? Fishing for hours she ignores his bait, slapping it away. Even if you love someone set it free, it won't come back he was led astray.

Mistreated, highjacked of his kindness for weakness his fears are calm, no pain he simply removed it by wiping the tears with his palm.

Damage control dumping all they had in a black hole, a perplex situation a vexatious child the Hyde in her he hated her role.

A love crushed by her ferocious jealous and controlled demented mind, a poetic justice of her defined.

Hugging you tight made me feel so safe, now only tears run down my face.

Thoughts of you bring me happiness, and your love and presence will always miss.

Lost for words I can only cry, it's never same since you said good bye.

Oh mama, it's been to long without your smile and soft touch, I wish you were here I miss you so much. 

Mama thank you for all you've done for me, Wow years has pass since Gods decree.

My mother death seem long but short, a illness without any life support. 

Just after she told me not to worrie about her, everything around me was just a blur. 

I guess she’s better off now than before, wow I love you mama this pain I can't ignore. 

I used to cry hoping that she would someday make it through, I guess this kind of thing all children do.

I cry deep inside because I want to see her again, need to let go but only when.

I have to remember that sometimes life is not always the way we plan, it's just a matter of time said the preacher man.

My mother was my strength she knew all my inner feeling it seems, even the ones I tried to hide that only God can redeem.

She always cried for love and never for pain, the kind of love that was never in vain.

She laugh as we run and play it seem not long ago, but good things never last just the wisdom mama bestow.

Help me rest mama because I can't sleep, without you mama I just sit and weep. 

You're the smile on my face, and the twinkle in my eye, it stifles me when I start to cry. 

You're warm tenderness is the fullness in my life, you keep me at peace and not in strife.

I love you mama I can't believe you're gone, it's the memories of you that keeps me going on. 

Someday we'll meet mama and son, with lots of laughter that would be fun.

Expressing his love for her was all but such, causing her so much pain was sensitive to the touch.

A willingness to forgive seemed to be a reflection of hope, a part of life that he lives and must cope.

Sorry seems to be the hardest word from him to her, **** it's a mess, a tough apology as he begins to slur.

See how much he care and cherish what he adored, her love for him can't never be restored.

He articulating a sincere apology you can see it in his eyes, each tear drop reads I'm sorry from deep inside.

This emotional feeling is known so well, to the eyes and to the touch, yet so difficult to see, grasping it and not asking for too much.
It bring joy and happiness to a lonely heart a sense of companion, yet so elusive to the soul, barren like the grand canyon.
The mind analysing this emotion call love that's gone through a subtle transformation, or is it just a vivid of the imagination.
Can this be happening? Can't make out the distinction, the word love that makes one smile or cry. Can it be facing extinction? 
Perhaps a stealthy emotion that creeps up on one and vanishes, an insidious pleasure that poison the heart and removes your treasure.
The love that is known can be deleterious, hidden from the very people we know and love dearly but also can hurt and that can be serious.
Love is transient and not transparent, love is tangible and as beautiful as a emerald, know this emotion called love cause it will remain eternal.

The imaginary beauty in poetry, as one express their inter thoughts creating something unique with ingenuity.  

The poet perceives as he develops a sense of fine lines, a balance that are place together with a simple rhyme.  

An acknowledgement the poet receives, with a clear understanding of the imagination that the reader conceive.  

A metaphorical comparison a poet's figure of speech, with meanings that assist the readers in a story that can be breach.  

Hello Poetry is a place to be, poets from all over you just have to see.  

Poetry is my passion of love, the enjoyment of writing is a gift from above.

His life with her has been a struggle, things aren't the same anymore no time to cuddle.

Their relationship was a disaster following the aftermath, nothing could be fix that was left on their path.

Who's was at fault no one to blame or charge, however as they see it their love was demolish by and large.

Her accusation and jealousy was pushed on him with remarkable strength, this dilemma carried on to an unbelievable length. 

Their hearts and mind exhausted and both were hurt, it seems they've gone to far and can't revert.

There was nothing the both can do; no gratification, this can not go on; their need for help was sought with desperation.

A love they shared with hate for one another on what grounds, people wouldn't listen they just turn around.

Lost and nowhere to turn; isolated from one another with eyes of tears, with two bleeding hearts pierced  with a couple of spears.

Difficult to cling on to each other with time and space, not knowing that their relationship was a total disgrace.

Deep inside the ember of love glowing keeping them alive, hoping and praying their love will revive.

Not allowing her love to surface while grasping on to her superbia, taking his breath away with signs claustrophobia.

Struggling with little or no effort to makeup, with concerns of the inevitable of another breakup.
A love with no compassion only sorrow,  a postponement until tomorrow.

As for now this relationship is adjourn, perhaps this love of their as gone to the point of no return.

It been a miserable day hearing her scream, her bickering has become a nuisance wishing it was a dream. 

With no reasons her unhinged mind troubles her again, he tried to seek counseling but no one to turn to except a friend. 

A twisted pathetic life in this backward society, once a place of harmony between two lovers now a life of anxiety. 

Families are torn apart like trees in the rain forest that are chopped down, and all he can do is pray as he drop to the ground.

He's just sits and wait just passing the time, while divorce courts are pack with unhappy couples as they wait in line.

So many are married and live in fear for many years, not like the nuclear families, just nothing but tears. 

Searching for whatever he can fine is there anything else, only trouble time that won't cease as he sits by himself.

Can it be a split personality or just bipolar, never mind he just received some bad news from the state controller.

He love's her more than he's ever known, because her love to him is what she has shown.

Those asian eyes those tender lips she causes his heart to melt, with her warm passionate touch that he once felt.

He now know what his eyes could not see, just knowing she's the only one he needs.

Many nights he cry as the tears stream down his face, alone without her hoping that know one would take his place.

She is the one he truly love, his mistake in his life cost him what was sent from above.

Looking at what he's done hurts him so much, acknowledging his mistakes hurt the love he once called honey bunch.

Time flys without a destination as mankind searches for longevity in this wild race, while others sit and wait trying to set their own pace.

Time gluttons every sad and happy memories like a lioness attacking her prey and devours, enjoying every second of her meal within a hours.

Time has no fault nor vain, but for those who live and die inside the circle will suffer nothing but pain.

Time allows nature to decay on earth the dead is useless and dross, by the token of time through the ages, Lo! man is in a state of loss.

Life depends on time even from the womb, no one can escape time nor does time warn us before we're consume.

Mankind seeks knowledge of time through manipulation like the hour glass, but wittingly time is in controls of the entire mass.

Mankind seeks longevity never wishing to become old and weak, a deficiency essential in this life and the hereafter without critique.

Time an undefinable phenomenon mankind longs for its infinite bliss, overwhelming ourselves with divine perfection, or perhaps an endless abyss.

God is the Creator of time with His signs and wonders, time the indefinite relentless progress of life and death as we all ponder.