As I stare at the murals on the walls of the cave,
That reflect the history of the gods and goddesses,
I can’t help but wonder about my history.
I feel a lifetime has passed me by…

I have done many things I could be proud of but yet
There’s always an abyss of things I should be doing.
My journeys far and wide only remind me that
I am but a speck in this world and yet in the present
Emotions trap me in this dimly lighted cave.

Was it the same for the immortals on the walls?
Like them, will I have a story to tell,
Of ancient wars and love pursuits?
Or will mine be one of quiet battles and distant affairs?
As I gaze at the gods in silent wonder, I ask myself,
Was I better yesterday or Is Tomorrow My only Hope?

The answer, I realized then, was staring me in the face,
Yesterday is hard and engraved, no one can change it
But,Tomorrow, is like an empty space on the wall of the cave,
I, like the Gods, have the power to design it.

Looks like green blood
You're new here
Come hither
Let me see your face
"ahhh write poetry do you?
Haha or it writes you, hehe!"
Come closer to the fire son
Warm your hands and wipe that fear off your face
I don't bite
Just show me your neck
Green blood is all I seek
Hahaha!

It used to be that Ramadan was a month of fasting, prayer and contemplation
Of those who don’t have enough not just for a day but for a lifetime;
Now, it appears Ramadan is a month of feasting and shopping
And extravagance and lavish spending!

You know you’re cuddly, when people who don’t like cats hug you,
He knows it all too well,
I found him by the roadside, all shriveled and tiny,
He was really tiny, with tiny teeth and tiny paws,
But with the loudest meow, I have ever heard,
It was surprising no one else had picked him up.
I took him home, cleaned him up, and fed him milk from a nippled bottle.
He grew in the coming weeks, months and years;
His tiny pouch now bigger than all his other body parts combined;
So, of course I panicked when he disappeared last week,
And plastered everywhere, on every tree, pole and fence
             Valentine is Missing,
             Cuddly, Dark Brown, blue eyes,
             Cute and Handsome combined!
I put up a pic of me and Valentine and since then the phone has not stopped
Apparently, many thought the cuddly one was me,
And that I was missing so a neighborhood search was carried out for which I joined
‘Coz I thought it was for my cat Valentine;
It was an old pic and I had lost 30lbs since; so no one recognized me from the pic
So, it was with awkwardness I approached the neighborhood watch chief
And thanked him for all he was doing and told him it would help if we all held some cat food in our hands.
That’s when the chief looked at me and almost yelled, “What the ****, Valentine is a cat??!!!”

When even hell closes its door on you
The decrepit nothing that you’ve become is apparent
You devoured children and virgins when on earth
There was no preference; you mutilated them all

But now, where will you go?
The darkest place in the universe has turned you away
And your punishment, the removal of your powers
Upon reaching the end of your physical mortality

Where will you run to, when you cannot hide?
Maybe there is ****** karma in the afterlife after all
Beware monsters and creatures of the night array your path
To the left and right and all around and it’s always dark

It’s not pleasant, the price you pay for extreme sin
When death, you think the end, is only the beginning
Of eternity and damnation and whoredom to
Creatures who even hell shudders to let in...

When leaves turn red and days get colder
And the night gets longer
I know that you are drawing near

I await your presence with open arms
I lie awake with open eyes
I count the stars in the skies
And wish upon every shooting star

The days are bright and sunny
The nights are cold and balmy
Your presence is soothing and healing
And I find my tense self relaxing

Autumn is finally here, but wait!
It’s slowly fading away
I dislike the cold that winter brings
Can your warmth linger a little while longer
And turn my blue heart red

But sometimes even as I sit here, I wonder
Whose wait is more eager
Me waiting for autumn or
Autumn’s return to wait for me.

Wherefore art thou my love?
I seek the kitchen, you're not there
I check the bathroom, you're not there either
In the gardens? Nope not there
Where can my lover be?

The gentle guide  easing close to me whispers
He's in your head my love
He's in my head....

Why can’t blue be blue instead of signifying sadness, calm, the ocean, bla, bla, bla
A thorn among the roses is a thorn among the roses
Why should it be a misplaced identity or an unwelcomed companion?
And why the hell does the crow have such a bad entanglement
As a messenger of death
When a crow is a crow is a crow
But wait, you say
This is stuff of Poetry, is it not?
Ooooh Bullocks, Poetry!!
An apple is an apple and not the forbidden fruit of Eden!!