Verse 1
You are the wind that blows
I am a book that you read
Condensing chapters told
My feeble mind relearns
To search the eons of bliss

Verse 2
You are the scent I breathe
I am a nomad that strolls
Guarding blooming depths
Your inner eye is my sight
To trigger seasons afar

Verse 3
Your skin is my shiny glow
I am a mass that revolves
Reflecting the mirrored view
You review within my insight
To align the guarded tusks

Chorus**
I will never punch you
Neither munch you
A sway in desire
I will never judge you
Neither nudge you
A swing to inspire

Don't Think You Can Judge Me By The Scars On My Wrists.

I HAVE MANY MORE

If you could see us now,
huddled up
on this bathroom floor
like the wet towel in the corner,
a most-likely-used toilet brush
covered in
ash & hair
is the next closest thing
in arm's reach
to a real statement.

You want to know what it's about?
You do not
want to know what it's about.

To dunk those
pearly whiteheads
in oil and expect
a brighter shine
would just be silly.

Take the bedazzlings from
their feet
and what is left to judge
that which they do not
want to know?

It's judgement day
I would like to see what your brains
have perceived

I would like to know
what your eyes see
do the colors change?
does my image too?

I would like to know
how you hear my voice
and how your brain processes it

I would like to know
what your heart responds to
and how you dissect my dialogue
sentence by sentence
word for word

Basically, I am curious
to see if the picture you have of me
is the same
in the reflection
I see
every
morning

Peace that we saw,
                                                 Peace that we feel,
                                             and peace that we have.
                                                        Sud­denly
                                                     disappearing.
                                                   ­  War appeared.
                                                 War that destroyed,
                                                   War that killed,
                                              and war that we did.

                        Human how long that we need to live like this?
                                 This world doesn't young anymore.
                                        Soon we all be facing the
                                                    After world...

                                                         There...
                         we will be judged with all what have we done!
                                     There we will remain forever......

The more success I get the greater my life get. The more people start to hate, the more love I give the more people don't want to take it, the more I start learning my mistakes and fixing them the more people start to judge so what should we do? I guess do nothing or do something but if I do or don't people still judge me for the right and the wrong.

They often judge the poet
On the words that he thread
Some readers formed his silhouette
In each poetry that they've read

Judge him not at one piece, else you'll be upset
Because his pen can laughed then can bled
In every second his mind will reset
Truly, you'll never know what's inside his head

In the universe of paper and quill
He can create truth within lies
He can put soul to nonliving
Some of his creations will never die

Every poesy made was alive
Talked of its own tongue
It will definitely survive
Even the poet was long gone



9/23/2015

Mysterious Aries