Although tomorrow isn't promised.
Today was once tomorrow;
Becoming yesterday.
A depth often taken for granted.
Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements.
Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink.
Eyes coming to full bloom in the promise to make today better than it was yesterday.
Every breath a fragrance of its own as we journey through the garden of life as elegance is elegance,
Sometimes we ***** ourselves in anticipation. The constitution of thorns protecting something pure.
Perfectly unraveled as the day grows on.
For we all toil for the fruit of harvest, sometimes forgetting how precious the fruit really is

Now that February days leave sweat on a          
    glass
Weather mixes me up
Like a stiff drink
Let the ice melt
Let the ring on the table condensate
And condescend me
Plain as a paper towel
Just read in between the vowels

the early bird crows
I listen to the sunrise
the cloud fingers
plucking the strings of
a golden harp

It's 3 am when you wake me
with cold hands in the shape of chords,
breathing stories and whiskey
spilled on the p.a by a guy
asking for songs.

In between saturday and sunday
you tell me about the  bikes
in town for the rally,
lining the streets in rows of inert thunder
while their people drank
and moved to the music you made.

It's 4 am
before morning finds the bluff
to light up the world's earliest hours
good morning you say
before we fall asleep,
laughing at your own joke.

Wake up and write the first thing that comes to mind, if your thirst for creation doesn’t salivate your eyes, then your brains imagination is running mighty dry.

She is My cream nicotine
The
Surging through our blues
The fluidity of divinity
Juxtapose
Whoever said love was easy…

Yeah 'Ol Chap, they Sure had it right,
Because no man or lady can ever Subtract
Once their hue has mixed it can never go back.
2 Whipped Cream and Other Delights.

And why would you?
The dregs are bitter,
The milk too sweet.
If you water it down then
All flavor retreats

Life is just better off Bitter-Sweet,
Cream never asks coffee
On how it should mix
Why do we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?

The intrusion is dilution of the Makers choice
Through imperfection comes the lesson
Learned perception with each sip

The air red dried truth
The
Words stuck to the lips
Tasters Digest the last drink drips
Yet I question why I am so subject
to infusion
Her meaningful quips
Why we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?

Still I question why I am so subject
to the infusion of Her
Dips
Sometimes I call it Love
Sometimes I call it Quits
For You My Dear

Let's Cheers Another Grip
of
Seared Buds and Belly Aches
and
Lactose Licorice
So
Pour Another! while the Argument still in Air
and
While Dilutions of gratification Grind into Frothy Despair

He rarely woke up early to have coffee with me.
He made me a sandwich.
He kissed me a thousand times in just a night.
I love waking up next to him, and one morning, he said "Good Morning, Ugly!".
All happen in just a half week.

A new morning , a new shine, a new hope, a new line,thinking about the old time, what happens next is a mystery for all time ,Sun's shine and moon's light both are same for me in this new world my new worlds make tears in another eyes and fear in another minds

How you love me Lord,
I can't explain,
I love you but my life isn't enough evidence Lord,
Be the centre of my life,
I want to love you as much as I did when I first received you oh Lord,
Awaken my zeal for your word,
Make me thirst for your presence Lord,
I'm empty without you,
I'm lost and I'm nothing Lord,
Jesus be in my heart,
Rekindle our relationship.
You're the only lover I have Lord,
Thank you for loving me despite my faults.