In a trail of crumbs along the path
We leave the turbulence of society.
In the drag gripping unto our breath.
Slipping on wintry surfaces wet and icy.
In search of the better way to live
desire to move away from this captivity.
But magnetic pressure of family sieve
Make decisions embrace the complexity.
But hope is in a new sense of optimism.
Your dreams and plans are inseparable.
Travels with you to another dimension.
With Joy and spirit free being available.
We have impressions of this world.
To be largely informed and enhance.
Based on feelings hidden in our soul.
The emotions are guided by finance.
And little is known about the future.
Where, and how long we will be around.
Content to live with this cold weather.
Putting extra layers of fleecy clothes worn.
Walk slowly in the trail of anonymity.
Life can smell worse than it tastes.
Aging centuries looking for immunity,
Have sensual pleasures and epicures.
In search of the better way to live
Hopes and dreams of making a living.
Appears appealing enough to leave.
And move on far away from the ruin.
A poet lost for words with writer’s block and barrage
Playing with Lego in Copenhagen
Anderson’s mermaid hard on the rock
Casting away the human soul
The artist failing construction in a mechanistic world
Retrieving Meccano
The pea shooter’s jammed and sour gun
Squirting marmalade
A philosopher's dislike of wisdom
Playing in Epicures’ garden
A pantomime screaming at a Buddhist retreat
Having a silent make over
The adult child lost in fun and peculiar games
Anticipating adoration
Homebound heaven’s firmament
Right below some funny grounds
22th July 2018
Like dark chocolate,
She is my favorite.
A redefined taste of perfection and originality,
An embodiment of beauty,
Not in some quantity,
But with endowed with plenty and quality.
Dark creamed co lour,
Enchanter with a pleasant oozing odor,
Giving her epicures an experience
Of absolute brilliance.
O! She is like a unique sample,
Her lips are very tasty samples.
The sun gives her skin a sparky shine,
Like the gold of king Solomon mines.
A bit of her lips are like pure honey.
The feel of her skin is more desirable than money
She is black and beautiful
Her beauty is so edible.
As her looks implies.
She is a beauty simplified
In a complex sense that can not be decipher.
She is a beauty that is a miracle
She is black and beautiful...
Like dark chocolate,
She is my favorite.
A redefined taste of perfection and originality,
An embodiment of beauty,
Not in some quantity,
But with endowed with plenty and quality.
Dark creamed co lour,
Enchanter with a pleasant oozing odor,
Giving her epicures an experience
Of absolute brilliance.
O! She is like a unique sample,
Her lips are very tasty samples.
The sun gives her skin a sparky shine,
Like the gold of king Solomon mines.
A bit of her lips are like pure honey.
The feel of her skin is more desirable than money
She is black and beautiful
Her beauty is so edible.
As her looks implies.
She is a beauty simplified
In a complex sense that can not be decipher.
She is a beauty that is a miracle
She is black and beautiful...