Spring time morning sun
Warming my back,
I got lost in the pages of hello poetry
A gargoyle perched on a step
Unmoving, hesitantly... statuesque

A northern mockingbird took rest on my foot
A moments respite from beating wing
And gravity defying flight
My poor heart jumped at his sudden touch
And my foot ****** up and away
Those unexpected scratchings
My coffee cup flying

The mockingbird was no better
All grace and glide destroyed
Frantic scrabble of feathered pinions
Escape from this simulacrum come to life.

Now, From his new purchase he examines me
Suspicious eyes, blaming.
An oddity such as me. And I him.

Needless to say, we both barely survived the encounter.

it has been dark out for an hour
and nothing's been done

list is too long for the marijuana
so there is too much to do
because not enough has been done
not even close

hello again yesterday,
hello over and over again
yesterday

i am locked sometime  back in highschool
outside the one hundred building
walking to the next class

those faces passing by every school day
of that life
in all the same faces
there are two faces
black turtleneck boy smiling at me through his long bangs
i ignored, never made eye contact
or wondered

no john hughes action there

other guy calling out
something about me or the guy i was with
and what freaks  we were

i responded by spitting in his face
it surprised him
which surprised me

walking away
taking all the wrong steps

Have I done something wrong
Is this a sin
Should the truth wait so long
Or let the lie win

Everything happens at it's accurate time
Whether it's fame, love or money
Life is full of every taste including lime
Cuz it refuses to leave any

Everyone does some bad in it's hunger
Then accepts it as a big blunder
Later on these mistakes get never healed
And then they remain as one's guilt..

I raged with fury,
I trembled with shame wishing to be buried,
I had turned crimson,
Tears brimmed from my eyes,
Flooded down my cheeks.
My husband hid behind the guests,
The guests stared aghast,
My mother-in-law slumped on the sofa fast,
My sixteen year old daughter giggled,
My son guffawed,Dr.Do Little,
Me,a centre stage!
Because our newly employed
houseboy from the village,
Copied ditto my husband,
Out of nowhere he appeared like a magic wand,
Courtesied with a gallant swoon,
Saying,"Darling, my **** moon!
Will you have something
To make you more refreshing."

It all starts with a Facebook friend request,
Is that guy, who’s not ashamed of himself,
He did not want to treat her as a guest,  
All he probably needed was self-help.
She believed he was happily married,
Maybe something else he was looking for,
She sees how his ring he never carried,
His wife he wouldn’t value anymore.
But she was only seventeen years old,
He would talk to her like she was so grown,
None of his thoughts she could ever control,
She is so happy he left her alone.
She’s hoping this kid he has on his way,
Grows up to be a better man someday.