Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn,
Each has a beauty of its own,
Live in each season,
It's there for a reason,
Inhale its air,
Feel its beauty everywhere.
Taste its fruits and crops,
Keep up your hopes.
Enjoy the white serenity of winter,
The orange of spring with the melting of snow,its downpour as new life begins to stir.
The greenery of summer trees,
Schools closes,
To have fun and enjoy the beaches.
And beautiful autumn with its unique glow,
It's leaves turning brown,red and yellow.
Each season has its own charm and value,
Feel its presence, embrace its beauty painted in colourful hue.
14/6/2019

The poet speaks on anything
thinking their words are fresh as spring,
logical as philosophy,
and tuned to nature’s harmony



Socrates reasoned that the voice
of poets was not one of choice,
but rather was much inspired
by gods touching minds with fire

The audience finds more meaning
in the mad poet's own ramblings
than the epileptic speaker
himself will ever dare ponder

They speak first on others behalf
as if they are the better half;
fancying themselves conqueror,
fisherman, a seer, and doctor

By what means are they qualified
to serve as humanity's guides?
How do the epics of Homer
make you more than imitator?

Cicero, Plato, Lucretius
Davinci, and Heraclitius:
Rare to find artist and scholar
in the wise true philosopher

Be wary of the charms of rhyme
and seduction of meter’s time
As these are well known to allure
common fools to charleton's words

the strength and power of my charm,
will rule the lust upon the land,
my lips so cruel they shine the power,
some dis-beliefs withstand my glamour,
one day they will rue the day,
I ****** and destroy your reign,
on my throne you will not survive,
I **** and rule, now stay behind,
in quest for love I saw the man,
so strong like death, beyond God,
he stole my charm,
he made me melt,
we start to reign,
now knell before me and my man beyond God.

i see the boy.
the one that runs from me.

the one i can only see
the boy who can't see me

i scream his nameless name in my dreams
why cant he see me?
i can hear him as he speaks

the nameless boy who i cant see
the faceless man who can only see me

i want the man to see me
the illusion of the boy i once was able to see

We’ve had our time,
albeit too short.
We’ve had our chances,
but somehow, I still
managed to **** it all up.

Third time’s a charm,
perhaps?

Maybe, that’s why
I never got enough of you.
Maybe, I never will.
Maybe, you really are
the woman of my dreams.
And maybe, it is supposed
to stay that way...

...a dream.

You,
Me
And talk of love.
                             High in high spirits.
Enchant me with your charms,
My enchantress!

        Alas! I am dazzled!
        Alas! I am dead!