Justru inilah yang tak pernah bisa ku pahami;
kamu mengenal aku seperti belakang tanganmu sendiri
kamu itu selalu memiliki pilihan
untuk jadi bahagiaku di siang dan malam
atau buatku tenggelam dan tersesak dalam dinginnya diam
namun pilihan kedua selalu menjadi pilihan favorit mu
pun kamu tau bahwa dulu itu menjadi alasanku tinggalkanmu

Perhatian pria tentang mode pakaian semakin hari kian tinggi. Pria tidak lagi malu menggunakan beragam aksesoris di pakaiannya. Tidak ingin ketinggalan zaman, dan tidak ingin dibilang sebagai korban mode, jadilah mode itu sendiri.

Memperbanyak referensi mode menjadi salah satu acuan untuk bisa menentukan mode yang cocok untuk diri sendiri. Lewat gelaranfashion week salah satunya.

New York Fashion Weeks: Mens, akan kembali digelar pada 1 Februari 2016. Beberapa desainer dan pasar mode akan menampilkan koleksi musim gugur 2016, mulai 1 Februari 2016, seperti dilansir dariNew York Times.

Lebih dari 10 tahun, pertunjukan New York Men telah diselenggarakan bersama dengan pertunjukan wanita setiap Februari dan September.

Diakui oleh Presiden Council of Fashion Designers of America(CFDA), Steven Kolb, semakin maraknya New York Men Fashion Week merupakan hasil bahwa pria sekarang memiliki ketertarikan baru dalam menunjukkan dirinya sendiri kepada dunia.

"Anda bisa melihat itu, hari demi hari, di jalanan. Kami lebih menyadari bagaimana pria berbusana. Kami melihat ketertarikan luar biasa dari masyarakat umum dan industri. Kami memiliki 800 media terdaftar, termasuk media baru dan tradisional, yang ingin bergabung dengan pertunjukan ini," ujarnya.

Dalam acara mode tahunan ini, banyak desainer turut serta, tidak hanya lokal, bahkan internasional seperti desainer Korea, Jepang.

Tidak ketinggalan merek-merek favorit pria, seperti Nautica, Tommy Hilfiger, Calvin Klein, Greg Lauren yang merupakan keponakan dari Ralph Lauren, John Elliott yang membawa busana streetwear. Selain itu, beberapa peragaan tertutup, hanya untuk undangan, seperti Coach, Michael Kors, Theory.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-2015

My heart will steal,
my words you'll feal,
right in side you're hope will Heal,
Just get through it,
you can do it,
hold on tite or you'll just lose it.
don't go mad inside just sad?
keep your sane and diss the lame
life's a game so look for fame
help some hearts and get the name
speak lit low and help them know
peace is hear for them to glow
take a walk and feal my talk..
see it played your'e favorit show
led the way with my gold chalk..
forget the bad of past you had,
make new be glad,
   your'e tuff You're Rad,!
that pain that hole
often thaught of takes control
that mess that loss that empty goal,
thinkin back that costly toal,
It's your road And it's your choice,
make some sound to hear your voice,
down the path be strong its bumpy,
hear my song and don't be grumpy,
not alone,
stood felt  like stone,
full rock hard ,
I'm  sure no **** my words sock hard,....
[you had felt it so you delt it,
never grew a heartless clue,
I choose nice for your rude lies,
lookin over in despize,
fought the stress don't need a mess
for caught up in you're knot ties.
statin truth nor fantasize
feel it first before criticize,]

you know your heart has just be grown.
You were tuff when  **** got ruff,
bin there done that know the stuff
as it seams those memory dreams
thew away,
oh day by day,
hears your luck it blew my way,
with your heart
"click heal restart"

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Jesse   Mckush
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Ma Bonny Breeks is Buggert
a wordy pair they were
was havin' a jink an' ******
an' split ma favorit pair

made me raize an' made me rair
man a was mad reamin'
fien-ma-care be buggert
set me to a-screaming

I had ta' pang my muckle belly
fair rax'd it in yin breeks
need a'skyrin pair the noo
Ta hoord will tak' ten weeks  !

Det här är mitt favorit väder
När allt står still
När gräset är grön och täckt av de löv lämnat tillbaka av höstens träd
När solen hälsar, och skymtar ibland.
Och de nakna träd som rör sig av den svaga och härliga vinden.
Den är just den vinden som kommer bärande med vårens uppkomst och dess sjungande fåglar.

COME, AYE COME!
Matloob Bokhari



Come, aye Come!
O the beauty of heaven!
Night in richly coloured dress is welcoming, come!
O the glory of stars!
Night stars like diamonds are welcoming, come!
O the ornament of moon!
In your absence, bright moon is welcoming,
Come!
O the queen of sky!
Scented air in night freshness is welcoming, come!
O the north polar star!
Moth orbiting around light has utterly consumed
Without form or body, is a part of beauty, come!
O the queen of light!
Carol of birds is playing melody sweet in tune.
My heart beating; cold callous gale started blowing.
Night has rolled hours away; moist has dampened my heart.
Come, aye come!!










COMMENTS  :  COME AYE COME

Kristen Scott: I love this very VERY much.  This is hauntingly beautiful and  each word of the poem is flowing in my  veins  like the poetry of my favorit  poet, Federico Garcia Lorca..
Vern Ford : I can almost hear Buffy Saint Marie singing your absolutely breathtaking poems!
Laura Oliva Palacio:  Magnifique voila!!!! What a beautiful poem! With simple words, but of great significance make one clearly perceived the sweet and sensitive young hearts have inspiration in the bright universe of love and the infinite .. Thank you so much for sharing  Matloob !!!
Laura Grillo Laveglia: I love your poem. It is written in Edwardian style and this I adore!!!
Neil Perry :Refreshing and magical.


Gary Leikas: ahhhh . . . . mesmerizing music and thought . .
Kevin M. Hibshman : Amazingly beautiful...

Do you remember our first apartement together? It was small but we loved it. Do you remember the kitchen? Where you cooked and i burned **** while you made fun of my horrible cooking skills. Where we would stay up till 3 a.m making brownies and laughing our ***** off because we looked ridiculous with our faces covered n chocolate and our hair with poudered sugar. Do you remember the living room?  We didn't have a tv at the time and we didn't need one, all we needed to be entertained was each other. You played the guitar for me n i told you stories. We had concerts where we'd sing our favorit songs really loudly and the neighbors got mad. We played silly games that we invented like we were little children and had the best time of our lives. Do you remember the couch? Where we would sit under our blanket and read books together. Where you slept when we fought and you were annoyed at me. Where i joined you in the middle of the night because i missed you and i can never sleep without you. Do you remember the small balcony?  Where we would stay up during summer nights with a couple of cold beers and a whole lot of jokes to tell. Where we spent hours under the stars talking about life, talking about how this is exactly what we wished for. Do you remember the bathroom? Where we had long baths together, baths that would allways turn into splash wars or passionate ***. Do you remember our bedroom? We painted it blue together since it was our favorite color. and it was the only room we painted because we wanted it to be speacial,and so it was. Do you remember it? It was where we spent most of our time in the apartment. We would spend hours just laying in each others arms. Talking,laughing, making sweet love. Where we had our movie nights. Where we brought each other comfort food and candy when one of us had a bad day and needed some chocolate and hugs. Where we jumped on the bed till we broke it and almost choked laughing about it. Where we helped one another get ready quickly when we were going out. Where we sometimes fought and made up on the spot. Where you held me close every night to sleep. Where i kissed you every morning to wake you up. Where you held my head to your chest as i sobbed and cried because you had to go and i couldn't take it. Where you packed your bags and i hid your clothes so that you couldn't leave. Where you finally decided to stay with me.  Where you told me you can't live without me. Where i told you i can't let you live without your dream. Where we packed our things together and got ready to go to our new apartment where im waiting for you right now

Paul?                do you dream in colours.               Yes I do.
I ask?                do you smell your dreams.            To be filled in by you.
Paul?                do you like women.                         Yes I do.
I ask?                do you know yourself.                    To be filled in by you.
Paul?                do you have favorit food.               Yes I do.
I ask?                do you taste what you think.          To be filled in by you.

                                               Just some examples for you all
                                                                          from me this man called Paul.

kommoden i hjørnet er begyndt at fortælle mig
mine tankestrømme er for støjende
for stærkt groende op ad de kølige
vægge i symbiose med radiatorens
lunkne ånde det er som om
dit ansigt er begyndt at fortælle mig
det ikke vil huskes
som om det skrumper sammen
til syv forskellige malerier
alle af forskellige kunstnere
alle lige forvirrende men blidt nuanceret
til min smag det er som om
vandfarven er begyndt at fortælle mig
jeg er dens favorit
som et rindende slør lægger den sig henover lærredet
som dine øjne jeg godt så holdt øje
med mig da jeg sank
ned i eftertænksomhedens bæk
det er som om ordene er begyndt at fortælle mig
din tilstedeværelse smager af brombær
og orange kridt