Festive morn, I crossed with thee Embellished silk shines with whirling elegance— Of translucent textures and fine fragrance The royal formation— that anticipates a chance— A romantic browse of catered acquaintance.
As I swipe to slant,— Thy arms braced my shoulders— and uplift me— In awe of my still, Slipped palms of thy distant longed— In the halls of hide and seek— Despite the fragments,— Thou aimed to break the lines,— Chasing this harmony, Unravelling the elflock sway;— to clutch the Orchid; Until she stays..
In a prestigious ball, where all has started. They met gracefully.
Just because every leaf & stem, n all the greenery of foliage- Twist up to the sun; Doesn't mean some flowers won't still bloom in shadow. Don't discredit a blossom in the dark- Though the light hits the leaves, the truth of each petal Is privately dispatched, Through each color- and in each shape
I once was told In Broooklyn New York I had a lackadaisical attitude. It was the first time I was hearing That whimsical adjective ! So lackadaisical I was ! Looked like an illness The way they said it It seemed I could contaminate. So I stopped a few seconds to think and dissect the word Lackadaisical I lacked a daisy somewhere ! Sounded like I lacked a fuse in my brain ! Next thing I know I was checking the word In my reminiscences of the Oxford English Dictionary Or may be it was Webster's And it said in black and white ferns I lacked purpose I wasn't properly lazy, I just lacked directions I lacked enthusiasm, stamina I was devoid of zest I was blasé Insouciant Careless. Translated into more French I was nonchalant and better said Jemenfoutiste. It was during an encounter group And they threw that lackadaisical attitude ******* to my face And guess what i did ?! I just kept on smiling Jemenfoutiste to the extreme. And they kept saying See what I mean, you 're so ******* lackadaisical , man ! You're so pathetic ! You're so apathetic ! It was Winter in America like Gil Scott-Heron would say And it felt so good, so warm, As far as I could see, To be called lackadaisical And not laconical. I not only lacked a daisy I lacked a bunch of tropical flowers indeed ! Like bouganvillea, orchid or hibiscus Anthurium, jasmine or bromeliad I lacked sun and sea Strange as it was Even though I was near Atlantic Avenue, Coney Island So I was lackaseacal and lackasuncal But what I didn't lack was ants in my pants And until today they make me dance My forever lackadaisical dance.