Found an antique in the junk
Scary looking old Mustang
Wow what a fierce looking ride..
That I would never even try to like..

Something spooky about this machine..
My eyes were set on it..mesmerized..
I was hypnotized!
Clueless, like a magnet pulling me..
an instant decision I made
I wanted to have this ugly beast...
Hooked, my heart was chained
by this antique junk...

Took a deep breath,
I walked slowly toward this ugly ride
Struggled to open its door...
The **** nowhere to be seen...
Strong smell of dead animals
Choking me to death..
Killing me, from lack of oxygen

This car from hell..
Painted in blood
Snatched and swallowed me inside...
upon its best opportunity..
and turned me into a dumb antique
to rot in the junk...
waiting for another victim..
with the same scary tactic!

In your strong arms I melted
When we embraced each other
Our Love combined
and melted together..
In your hug,
my head on your chest..
our hearts beat the same love song
only one love we breathed
Your love and mine...
Our body touched ... a magic sensation
till we lost our breaths..
gasping for more air
Love melted us in one desire
When we held each other tight
Never letting go...
In this sweet love we stay..
inseparable...in this one honored
place.. in your hug...in your arms..
My heaven forever...
Our sweet romance..

I am trapped!      
A bunch of sweet lies told
Jailed in this deadly web
My legs are tied
My body is tightly wrapped
Seduced by her beauty                              
Tangled in her web of lies...
Hypnotized by the cunning  Black Widow
who simply waits for a foolish victim like me...
Dead end..

What are we?
Who are we?
Aren't we all travelers?
Given a specific time frame of life
Since the day we were born?
Time to be toddlers
crying, begging for love and attention
Time to grow up
to venture the journey of life
Time to develop capabilities
To experience failures and success
Time to mature with life
To meet the right people
and the wrong ones too
Time to be old and sickly
To reminisce the good times and the bad
Having to cared for again..
Sometimes craving for greater attention..
when traveled in time...
Some will stay and travel together
Some left and travel their own time...
Its our time and ours alone
Its our own road we're walking in
No one can travel for us..
except for us...
Till our time expires...
and our journey ends...

They called me sweet angel
They dressed me in gold
A glorious tour around the world
A fancy world of glamour
I walked myself in...

All that glitters are not gold..
Cruel fate, now that I am too old
Not worth a stare not even to hold
My adorable fans , my loved ones are acting too cold
No longer desirable, no longer wanted... not even a thought..
Bowing slowly in shame.. I am all alone..
I am a broken angel I have nowhere to turn...
I am feeling too old and too cold..
Once I was an angel now I am a broken soul..

Lock and hook Mama's neck.
Bounce on Mama's tummy.
Wrestle, Shove and Spike Mama.
Mess up Mama's cool hairdo.
Jump and Climb on Mama's back.
Trample on Mama's crouch.
Talk to his robot.
Hang his goal post around Mama's neck.
What a night!

Read, Think, Write and Speak work of Literary
That'll woo the women of poetry...
Those women who are poetry hungry...
Good  poetry , feed the soul of the lady
Will certainly smile happily...