If i had all the wealth and riches,
I would buy you the world.
But a simple smile on your face is what i would love to see the most.
With little to say.
All i have are only the best wishes.
A beautiful day.
An extreme blissful sunday.
With uncountable blessings.

You deserve the best
For you have always been the best.
Passing through many life lessons.
I cant believe you are 21.
How hysterical of it all that today is the 21st.
Knowing that there are many more trials to come.
I pray that you never lose heart.

Hope you stop growing in height soon.
But I pray you grow in every other aspects of your life.
Happy birthday buddy.
My kind Nunu.

The 21st century love,
equates a list of lust,
a games of hearts,
the legends of *****.

The 21st century love,
is a poisoned arrow,
It sets cupids on fire,
the heat of unrequited love.

The 21st century love,
puts the women in a sack,
It ***** and pounds to dust,
the lost remnants of trust.

The 21st century love,
puts the men on a pedestal,
A rotations of repentant cycles,
the ride to the very end of the pit.

The 21st century love,
is not a salvation that hits the crowds,
It has slowed and slugged us down,
to see the sand blown ****** haze.

The 21st century love,
has an impersonal high of lies,
a hay of burnt passion that fades,
an illusionary bewitched dedication.

The 21st century love,
a reaction to survive in a new world,
give the body and preserve the heart,
Keep your mind and enclose the soul.

The 21st century love,
it's a jungle of reservations,
an ace of diversity and availability,
guard your all littles ones.

The clock ticks and ticks
The seconds, minutes, hours pass
The clock looks down from it's perch on the wall
The heart questions its validity
And sighs.

The body grows and prospers
The thought of degenerating, down-grading persists
The body takes itself in and wants to embrace the only moments it has
The brain becomes distracted and lost in its own perception
And sighs.

The Earth, the only planet where love is known to exist
The clock has no jurisdiction over it
The Earth, in all its cosmic glory and all-knowingness
The body, such a sin to let it rot from the inside out,
Sighs.

The clock, the body, the brain, the heart, the Earth
The ticking, the rotting, the thinking, the sighing, the all-knowing
The clock measures the body, and the body, the Earth
The Earth, with no heart or brain of its own, spins unworried
Yet sighs.

My touch screen won't work,
Touch  me and make me scream
So I know it won't hurt
Mental illness, is a killer.
I won't eat, I must punish
I crave pain
My stomach is as empty as children's playgrounds in chilling winter.
No reason to be hungry,
but I want to look great.
I haven't received any
friend request today

Another year had passed, marking the end of a chapter.
Well, chapter 20 for your story.
But be grateful for this day and celebrate!
For the producer of your story, our creator
Granted you a new chapter
Today, Chapter 21 for your story officially opens.

Birthdays are a reminder that you are aging.
But it is also a reminder that you have been blessed to continue your story
Maybe the producer thinks that your story holds a great promise
A great promise to leave a mark on HIStory

Remember, you might just be a page or a line in someone else’s story
But you are the main character and the writer of your own story
And the producer and a lot of people are watching how that story unfolds
So look back in the past 20 chapters and learn from it
And see your future chapters full of great and fun stories
And the present is a present from our producer
For you to make a way to make that future happen
Happy Birthday!

She's a 21st century fox.

Hair tangled up,
Strangled by the bedsheets in her thoughts.
Her Eyes are blue gold,
And if I stare too long,
She just might break the mold,
Of the prototype,
The best of my wishful thinking,
Grab ahold of my nightmares and don't let go til you start sinking.
I got an inkling,
Or a thought,
I won't stop til we get caught,
Then maybe they'll throw us back like two fish out of water.
I've been swimming upstream since before I was born,
So when I swim with the current
Its like I'm trying to conform.
Forlorn and broken
Trade my change for tokens,
I try to cash the chips in,
But I lost them all playing hold em'.