She's like deliquescent caramel,

the cool side of a pillow

        to lay your weary head,

subtleties of springtime &

          warmth in wintertide,

whispering hope upon lush  

        Zephyrus pipe dreams,  

    mellifluous nymph with wings

                 of a butterfly warrior,

softly determined,

    unfailingly true-hearted,

       whilst relentlessly ferocious

  Wise, yet sometimes struts

        blindly in the light,

       as dulcet tones of a cello's

           melodious marmalade

            in sentiment's tender fancy,

she's beauty, charm,

         knowledge, poetry,

               utter strength,

               & humane weaknesses,

she's twisted and ethereal,

           her aura sublimely captivating

     you may covet her body,

            you'll never possess her soul

I am proud to say
I have learnt to love myself

I'm starting to notice something,
I'm unsure if it's true.
But when did all of my writing,
become less about me...
and more about you?

She seemed innocent at first,
Now she's stealing men's hearts.*

- (A.F)

God never curses it's creation,
It is we who curses ourselves...

Sometimes people
                                   don't know how to take,
                                                                ­           the works of art that I create.
            
I don't understand
                                  how knowing who I am
                                                                ­           causes the problems at hand.

They think that I am
                                    living in a dream,
                                                              bu­t  there's truth behind what I say,

AND how they make me seem.
                                    I can still say to the whole world
                                                           ­       I know the meaning of C.R.E.A.M.

But cash rules nothing in my world,
                                     I care less for the dollars
                                                                ­   And all about the DREAM

But I wouldn't mind the paper
                                and I am flattered by the follows
                                                       Because not even evil is all that it seems.

Relish the moment thoroughly either happiness or distress,
Don't let this moment impact the next moment,
Because the next moment has it's own birth,
Let every moment has it's birth and death in itself...
Don't try to carry it to the endless dimension of life as one cannot,
And it leads to the ultimate suffering,
If one has to drop that accrued moments at the entrance of eternity...
and you are going to drop it however...
So let it be your immediate volition to drop the essence of the moment,
"Memory is the past,future is fantasy,now is the existence".
So be with the existence always,it will undo the past and fix the future..

whispers in my ear,
without voices to be clear,
mistaken sounds afar,
I wonder who they are,

Whispers without manner,
Without purpose or valour,
Journeys to end,
Whispers again ...