hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some ****-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]

Twenty somethings
         were neve enough

to stockpile the realisation,



                       that I needed


          more words to tell you that....

you lie
in between my
syllables and words
in these
carefully arranged
lines
like a piece
of origami;

i hide you
in my
poetry.

What is a Haiku?
Guess how many syllables.
Five, seven then five.

So how to make a Tanka?
You add it two more seven.

Breath may fade,
             but love will forever

live on.

For exhalation is but syllables
             of  given movement.


Were love is a motion

                     of time,
                continually moving.
Emotions that live on past every exhalation.


Every word may decay into obscurity.
             But love will live on beyond
the husks of every word ever told.

Bruised
And battered, my heart
Will still choose, to bother yours.

I don't sludge through
Through the tripe

          Of others..    

I'm no **** to another's words.

     I only like what is pleasing to my
Eyes.

       I'll never sleep upon another's words      
        to gain syllable reflections...

If you write in manners of worth,
       I'll read every word.  

But I'm no where of vocal stares,
       If you read me it's cos you gain
                   Something from my words .



If you only came here for pity reads...


       Well guess what.
               This isn't a pity stop.

Read me for my worth because
       I'm the better view.
            No pity view i'm
                
The words who you,d  wish
                                you'd read.