I want to know who'll pay me
For all the work I do
And for enquiry reason
I had became a jew
I ate Ayurveda spices
I balanced Doshas mine
And now it very true, it is
That I feel kinda fine
Which science proves it's valid
My weapon Curcuma
All spices weapons fired
We study with the STA
STA is Supercomputer
It operates the PEs
The PE is Processing Element
Pathologies's death
Psychology of medicine
Shall not placebo be
Add butter and the honey
And you from slavery free
The real natural processing
In body does occur
The world enriched with nutrients
Resilient to foe
The cloves, cumin and cinnamon
Depression is dissolved
The acids shall amine the be
All dead cells are the old
Renew, calm down, invigorate
The energy mandate
The nervous system healing
Because I spices ate
If I Sat Down,
Tears Streaming Down My Half Dominican Half Puterican Face,
Droplets Of Water Coming From My Brown Eyes
Would You Laugh At Me?
If I shaped the stars and the sun,
With a #2 pencil full of led,
Would you laugh at me?
If I looked through a lens Of hope,
To see the bright, ripe moon
Glowing from a distance
Would you laugh at me?
If I try to mimic characters
From an amine,
With a smile of warm joy,
Would you laugh at me?
If I act like myself,
To be your fragile friend
You hold close.
Would you laugh at me?
If I work hard to
Complete Projects
Or videos to make you smile
Would you laugh at me?
If I had bruised myself
Without knowing
Would you laugh at me?
If I embraced
my half Dominican- half Puterican side of my life
Would you laugh at me?
If I fall...
Through the swollen pit of life vs death
Would you laugh at me?
If I Replay my favorite songs,
Humming the lyrics
Would you laugh at me?
If I stay...
Or If I go...
Would you laugh at me?
Or have the courage to say… Hello.
Your daily want of me is just in micrograms two or three,
In your liver you do hoard, a thousand times your need for me.
Without me you turn pale; even a few steps you can't take
With a melon in your belly, very soon your life is at stake
My God
The peace is the light of our planet, and the spirit of our life, I ask you to bring peace from the heavens to our planet
And with the hands of Your angels, fix the peace in our planet ,Because You are the real ruler of our planet and any work is upon your will Amine
Acts of contrition, on knees if I recount
Beatitudes, eight, sermon on the mount
Charity given, is blessings received
Dalai Lama, a Buddhist deity
Ecumenism, it understands and unites
Fascism erodes individual rights
Gaia, Greek goddess of our mother earth
Heresy, one's belief, another's mirth
Idolatry, the worship of false gods
Jehovahs Witnesses, the sidewalks they trod
Kama, Hindu god of the erotic
Lex talionis, is somewhat exotic
Mary, Christmas holds that she was a virgin
Naturalism, this belief seems to burgeon
Orthodoxy, keeping with old traditions
Penance, requires sin and admissions
Quaker, informal for Society of Friends
Ramadan, are you relieved when it ends?
Sabbath, is it Saturday or the day after?
Talismans, sometimes, subject of laughter
Universalism, bring us together?
Values the thought of happy ever afters
Whatever your dogma, does it really matter?
X amine your heart, reject idle chatter
You should maybe contact your Spirit Guides
Zenith of acceptance with us resides
beautiful photo of the church taken by Jackie on Instagram @jacci_eo
There is a little ficary with brilliant golden disks,
Scattered all along the riverbanks the first in April,
Then a homely happy little daisy rises to look around,
Smiles and grows thinly sprinkled on turf on our walk.
Colts foot shows yellow flowers on many cold bear lands,
Violets blue and white as sweet as honey in its haunts,
A card amine bows to to the sun and his flowery friends,
From a hollow or on the margin of a tiny little runnel.
The primrose in their glory are a punctual as daylight,
Anemones dance a lovers dance in the cool early breeze,
Everywhere the trees in a wood and hedges look crimson,
Nature prepares delight even in these black chilly days.
The daffy-down-dilly is picked and plucked by children,
It has always been known as the good old English flower,
It lives in cottage gardens with rue so bright and yellow
And grows in box-hedges neglected arbor's and dirty alleys.
He never treated her as a subordinate eve
She was only privileged to get pleasure
And never got the pain of childbirth from him
It was he who ate the forbidden fruit of Eden
Shamelessly committed adultery in old age.
But now that she has left him for a reason
He’s a man of passed-out desires and dreams
Looking at beautiful women do infatuate him
*PEA - “the molecule of Love” floods his brain
Wine, liquor, movies are in the top priorities,
Mind filled with lot of aphrodisiacs, vitamin,
Viagra, zinc, carrots, oysters, garlic and onion.
Exploding coffee machines makes him mad
Gets annoyed when neighbor’s dog barks
Thumping sound of making love irritates him.
At this hour many things provoke his desire
Though blessed with desire, no performance.
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November 15, 2010
Form: Free Verse
Hon. Mention
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This is fictional write.
*PEA or phenethylamine is an alkaloid and a mono amine
**Molecule of Love
Compound Found in Chocolate, Phenylethylamine Demonstrates
Positive Effects on Mood, Depression, ADHD, Runners’ High,
and Love & Monogamy
A s we
B lindly
C aress the
D ays that we miss.
E ach day gets harder
F or time will insist.
G rabbing the
H ands of the
I gnorant bliss
J ust as all
K indness and all
L ove is misD.
M iriads of angels display their
N trest with
O ctaves of sonnets and
P oetic riffs. Some
Q uestion pleasure with
R apturous twists.
S eem to destroy all
T he peace with a fist.
U su'lly we get
V ehemently pissed,
W hen haters and losers and stinkers
X ist.
Y apping and
Z apping and slapping their wrists.
A ntiques
Z oom
B y
Y ou better not miss.
(C atch!)
X amine the
D ents on the shooting star's
W ish.
E at of the fruit and you'll
V anish from this.
U cannot
G amble
T he worlds
H appyness.
S oon you'll accrue an
I mpossible list.
R aise up the bar since there is no
J ustice.
Q uestion the
K illing of
P eople
L ike this.
O h will you help us God?
M ary we've kissed
"N evermore," did quoth the raven, "You misD."
Doubting all the
Old memories
Painted in pastel hues,
Amine generated
Memories
In a biochemical soup
Nothing of all that has
Ever been mine.
Dying cells
Elemental to
Memories that are the first to be
Eliminated in the
Neurotransmitted shell.
Taking
Illumination
Away
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