Though tried his level best, to pry open
the tough oyster with such might,he gets
just a glimpse of the smile of the pearl
so rare within. which clearly indicates
it's liking; love for  light than darkness

But the oyster,  so adamant, refused to part,
it jealously holds the pearl enclosed,within,
along with the bitter taste left in his mouth,
he learns a precious lesson, in the way worst possible.

A great one, from the oyster's closed book of life,
on possession and renunciation at right time,
managing frustration and letting go graciously.

Pearls sent slipping from the string
& in that moment they sing like raindrops.
Monsoon pours red lust across my bed.
He provokes the thunder instead
with a dance of lips & fingertips.  
Pearls ripped from the marble hollow
of intrepid breast, at my taunting behest.
They clatter to the floor
like my last shrouds of innocence.
His heavy touch does breathe
sweet incense
through the thick air of this precipitous night,
dark with wild unknown.
He comes to seek refuge in this storm,
& implores me to soak him to the bone.
Pearls tumble like sea foam
across the angles of my alabaster collar.
Crash to the floor like a wave to a beach.
Pearls, & tangled limbs & biting kisses
dive into delirious bliss & sweet remiss.
My ivory blushes with peach
blossoms opening to welcome his reach,
as we amble through a valley of pearls
& silken sheets.

I am the big mighty old ocean.
Everyone is looking for pearls,
I have in my depths.
But I have a lot to offer,
Besides those pearls.

Infinite water I've is my experience.
And salts my bitter memories.
But I've come to terms with them.

I play music when I am bored.
The sound of the waves crashing at the shore is my melody.
I am good at dancing too.
You can witness my dancing prowess on full moons.

Nobody understands me as well as they think
Quite a many have tried to sail through me,
But only a few did succeed.

These rivers are like my sisters.
When they meet me,
All their problems are mine.

Thunderstorms are when
I make love to my darling sky.

These teeny-tiny stars are my kids,
Who are never too far.
Seeing them grow old is my favourite pastime.
Only they have a clue to find me,
And help get through me.

When you come to visit me,
I will wash your feet.
Come close,
For I am the mighty old ocean.

they say i have stars in my eyes and theyre right
bury me in stardust and set me out to sea
there are thousands of galaxies under my skin
tell me that ill be okay
if home is where the heart is i might never find my heart, its floating somewhere far beyond my reach
rip out my veins and replace them with wires, i want to make use of the hole in my chest
space! space! space!
i will never truly be calm
the tower to heaven never worked out; i hope for better luck when i start the tower to my home
am i being punished?
how long until my wings are healed? promise that youll watch over me
promise youll show me the way home
"youre glowing" you say
the stars always shine brightest for you
when stars die they explode into bright, firey light
and i think, what a way to go

Each day
         Our little
                Pearl of innocence
                         Is like a leaf moved
                            By universal winds.

You were not supposed to be here,
But you stayed,
And now you're the most beautiful thing I can say that's mine.

Pearls remind me of you and the time we shared together. I don't know what it meant to you, but to me, it meant the world. My pearl necklace could almost be thought of as a symbol... A symbol of something beautiful, something that was bigger than us. *Just know that I always think of you when I put it on.