I met a man, a gardener,
Who told of an auspicious seed.
He worked the seed, carefully
Its flower never seen.

The villagers would glance at him,
In times when things were looking dim
His ambitious eyes and sallowed skin
Reminded them to not give in.

When his work-struck shoulder stiffened,
strained back outed,
He still worked his seed.
And it never sprouted.

Until one off-beat Thursday morn,
the man did not get out of bed.
He passed away that fateful night,
The patch was left an empty stead.

The village gathered for the mass
A crowd with eyes of glass,
They stood and spoke, with admiration,
Of his hard-laboured inspiration - unforgotten.

Outside the Church, in the man's humble patch,
A seed sprouted, flourished - hatched:

Eden would have paled to see
The tree that came from this mere seed,
Hard work and dedication-
A tribute to his legacy.

How did I come to know you this way
I couldnt fathom what I was in for
I hope you're happy now you're mine like never before
You crashed into my world so I'm gonna crash into yours
It seemed like only yesterday I was just a little girl
Remember how use to dream and I still do
Dreams were where I first met you
I thought you would disappear as I grew
But that remains one sad goodbye I never had to use
Such is destiny such is to follow
Look at us we must've been shot by Cupid's arrow

Some nights my imagination runs  beyond wild
Sometimes l cant help letting go of my mind
I kiss the pen as I fantasize
Ready to make your mouth open in delight
I'm gonna keep you on your feet
When I'm happy I'm gonna have you dancing to my beat
When I'm angry I'll pierce you with misery so hard you'll bleed
When I'm hurt a river is all your eyes will see
When I'm in love I'll whisper words soft and sweet
When I feel passion you'll have to fan off the heat
I promise you a taste of everything coursing through me
I'm starving to create like thee almighty
Don't ponder or waste precious tears of sweat
Trust me I'll paint it so you won't forget
The many shades of this poet

To the inspired.
To the believers.
To the soul searchers.

To those who never gave up.
To those struggling but puts a smile to brighten up others day.
To those who still believes in love despite the bitterness in this world.

To everyone who sees beauty in the chaos.
To everyone who fought for the rights of others.
To everyone who sheltered the homeless and the poor.
To everyone who accepts everyone despite the color, differences and faith.

To you,

Thank you. Cheers.

i'd do anything you asked me to
because i know
you'd never ask of me anything that would hurt me

Entangled fingers
Passion laced
Skin toned ribbons
Esophagus constricted
Mirror image

The strength of this love
In bloodshot white..

Eyes will see devotedly
The truest moment

If beauty is truth
When there's no more life..

Unblinded in the fade..
Pass with honor ...
You are flawlessness
From beginning to end

The Christmas of 2012 was the last Christmas that you celebrated on Earth.
You were a kind and loving mother for 41 and a half years after my birth.
When March the 6th arrived, you wouldn't have a tomorrow.
It took two years for me to get over the pain and sorrow.
I can't spend anymore Christmases with you, now I spend my Christmases alone.
You were a terrific woman and the best person who I've ever known.
March of 2013 was the worst month and year that I've ever experienced.
When you passed away, it hurt me terribly and I've missed you ever since.
But I feel much better now, time does heal a man's wounds.
Merry Christmas Mom, I'm sorry that you died too soon.