The air ferries me forward.
I’m riding on the winds of change.
When I hit the dead end -
My pride will smash on the pains
Of windows kept shut in disdain
For my kind. The kind who have
No kind to gain. Nor to lose
Or loosen any chains.
But end up being shackled
As stardust in the same
kind of Air that would choke us
Till it ****** rains.

Love is bright,
Love is true.
Love is simple,
Me plus you.

No more scars, no more lies.
No more shards, no more sighs.
No more tears, no more cries.
No more fear, no more signs.
No more ears, only eyes.
No more lows, only highs.

All of you,
None of me.
My turn to lose,
Your turn to succeed.

Your face is light,
My face is dark.
You play it right,
I play it hard.

You sit down,
I stand up.
You wear gowns,
I wear enough.

You light the spark,
I light the match.
You scatter the dark,
I open the hatch.

You wait once,
I wait forever.
You have luck,
I have letters.

Your eyes are brown,
My eyes are blue.
You comfort the down,
I heal the bruised.

Your eyes are cute,
My eyes are bright.
You love the mute,
I love the blind.

You are held back,
I am afraid.
Love’s what you lack,
Fear I erase.

You love to shine,
I love to cry.
You bring the love,
I redefine.

I don't know what's wrong
I don't care about what's right
Despite of the starring eyes, I rise.
And, Im never scared to flaunt
I do whatever the **** I want

Time hides from me anymore--
          I tried to invite it to stay
I've double locked the door
          so it won't get away--
but still, it eludes me
          and I keep wishing it would just come
and set me free...
           I'm beginning to feel
that time has no time
           for the likes of me.

I look at your work and see
an array of strokes in-between
The smiles and tears that piles
Isolated brushes in small rooms

I peep on your life and portraits
On the aisles of temptation and love
The misery of the human formations
Inside a three dimensional canvas

I think of you from symbolism realism
On the island where nature was proud
Landscapes of greenish violet spoke
Soaked romantic tinges in spiky pokes

I see your blue lonely bubble episodes
On the earth's doleful daunted pasture
Culminates of gloom, isolation suicide
Dark and blue composite of blindness

I love the painted roses of orange tosses
On the eve where mistresses and lovers
Speak accents of lust with naked bodies
Paraded games of the heart captured on ice

I seek your open mind and astuteness
On the soil of Africa celebrating souls
Dancing at the rhythm of the drum beats
Shaping,hunting,pacing, tracing, painting

I like the way you wandered and hoped
On the excitement of something a new
When cubism of browny monochrome
Shaded neutrals in fragmented collages

I long to figure you out and your gems
On that dynamic cased experimentation
Crystal periods of pipes, guitars and glass
The passion that brought you riches and fame

I love to romantasise you Pablo Picasso
On my search you were a dreamer and a doer
Falled and failed, waited and won it all
From surrealism, abstraction to classical