She’s sweeter than a grapevine – she only whines around flavours
of great wine. Her body is feminine divine; you could title her
as a song – still too hard to define. Would I deny, the place she
lingers, in the thoughts of an artist’s ***** mind?

But maybe I’m just too down to earth – less than down bad, but
searching deep to hold your flower at a hand’s worth. Right next
to me, the heat of your body gives out such warmth. And in place
of new words, ones I never shared with old girls – your sweet
honey lips make mine appear as bees, that have you swarmed.

Alley hearts; we're two pieces of love on such a narrow path. I should
narrow it down; the many times I seen your tears running down your
cheeks, as if life was running you a bath. But I have you by the hand,
to walk into the future, with the past’s lessons and where love began.

The journey begins right here!

I hate valentine's day,
Not because I hate to love.
But I hate how the pink heart holiday,
Is turning money green.

With the foolish new loves running around,
Wave a dollar in my face.
Write me a love poem for my girl!
Keep your money in your pants.
I won't take it,
How would I be if I chose to butcher art for money?

So I guess what they say is true,
The less words on this page,
The less thoughts on my face,
The less I write the better.

A Flaming heart was Struck,
The Flame keeps Burning intact,
That keep the world hearth,
Thank you to thy Heart.

Flame the eats the Worldly,
To purify whose worthy.
Shines the endless Light,
No darkness even night.

Light she bear and carry,
She's humble and exemplary.
Ave, Ave, Ave to her,
Hail to the Mother.

Her comes the Light,
So pure it ignite.
Exist from the beginning,
Long live the King.

In the realm where shadows dance,
Society weaves its intricate trance.
Amidst the ceaseless ebb and flow,
People's stories silently grow

A tapestry of vibrant threads,
Interwoven with joy and dreads.
A kaleidoscope of souls entwined,
Seeking purpose, elusive to find.

In bustling streets and crowded squares,
A symphony of lives, each with cares.
The masks we wear, a fragile guise,
Concealing truths beneath our eyes.

Within this labyrinth of desire,
Hearts burn with passions, blazing fire.
Yet, veiled in masks of apathy,
We yearn for bonds, a shared empathy.
With hurried steps, we chase success,
In the pursuit of dreams, we acquiesce.
But amidst the race for worldly gains,
The essence of humanity often wanes.

A fractured mirror reflects our plight,
Divisions deep, casting shadows of spite.
Boundaries drawn, walls rise high,
As unity crumbles, hopes sigh.

Yet, in this realm of paradox,
Hope endures, a resilient paradox.
For in our hearts a flame still gleams,
A longing for a world of dreams.

Let us transcend the confines of fear,
Embrace compassion, lend an ear.
For society's strength lies in unity,
A tapestry fused with diversity.

So, let us tread with mindful grace,
Embrace the beauty of every face.
And may this poem be a gentle plea,
For a society where all hearts can be free.

We walk and we endure, even if
we're beaten and bruised
like the caverns of our hearts
with its dark crevices
that made us lost and confused

Only if we learn to believe in ourselves
we walk again,
out of this dim passage
that blinded us,
and we will see the stars
in the night sky
that we never saw in that cave