"othe" poems
People often speak
Of mankind and nature
As two separate things
But the way I see it
We are not opposites
But rather complimentary colors in the wheel
People often talk of natural beauty
Or man-made art
But I find it more beautiful
When the two mix
picture this:
The sun is rising over a marsh
Against the vibrant hues lies the silhouette
Of a shuttle on the launch pad
Sleek, modern, impressive
But yet, not intrusive
Rather, complimentary in its juxtaposition
And its coexistence
People act as though wilderness and civilization
Can't coexist, as if they are at war
I'm fact, we both need each othe
And through our shared past and planet
We are one and the same
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
fall down get back up
punch to the mouth wont
silence what i have to say
my eyes will not look the othe way
when it comes to wrong
i dont cheat even if you accuse me
you will not belittle my character
because your insecure
i stand tall speak the truth
do what right stand up fight the good fight
never change for anyone be yourself always
since you are all you have in this world
stay true even of you get beaten black and blue
this is the code remain the same moral
live by a code
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
*This is ME
The very same love
This is YOU
The very same LOVE
It was a tender age
Where we played together
Where LOVE played together
Where we wilted to see
our bodies unravelled
That our sacbrous skin
We rubbed with eachother
Where not having learned
To distance ourselves from LOVE
We ventured into passionless explorations
We ventured into the unknown
The Deep mysteries of human LOVE
We submerged into eachother - thrice
If you remember
We swallowed everything eachother had to offer
And at the time of ecstasy
We almost touched the passion of death
Within our union
And if you remember
It was so so difficult
To hug- out of each other
Didn't we lay there for millions of years
Cuddling each othe
In the midst of nature
It was so frantic to separate our souls
And how we looked forward to jump back in
That lingering embraces
Now when we are learned
We fear the same LOVE
We fear the same WE
You are the same YOU
I am the same ME
LOVE is the same LOVE
Now the way we look at eachother
Is so different...
Have we forgotten being within each other?*
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
he lays slumbering
tho the sun be bright
on hand grasping linen
the othe out of sight
he lays sleeping
not a care in the world
his face unfurrowed
his hair disarreyed curls
he is handsome
and beautiful too
unrazored cheeks
closed eyes of a green blue
his chest broad and deep
rises slowly in his sleep
all that mars this perfect scene
are the shuffle snores
as he dreams, little bulldozers
at busy work, chug-chug- chugging
driving me beserk
he lays sleeping, i do not
unfortunately this happens
a lot
he wakes refreshed
i wake cranky
mine is the last laugh,
the best revenge
this morning, no hanky
or panky...
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC