gracing growing garden gracefully
gleaming gauzy gorgeousness
forever frothy fresh fragrance
friendly frilly fragileness
lovingly languishing
lithe, light, lovely,
gardenia, gracing garden gracefully
gleaming gauzy gorgeousness
Watch out black child you
Know you've taken this tour before
You needn't become
A tourist in your own life
Black child full of strife
Fragileness and fearless species
Fatalities of police brutalities,
Factual positions of self defense
Makes no difference, scarcity of
Wellness and wealth is what we
Are up against.
What's the matter?
Yearly prison influx
And prisons are fatter
Black child don't listen to chatter
Sometimes relentlessly defiant
Sometimes insubordinate
Sometimes CHALLENGING authority
Go with GOD, healthy dinners and
Unspent wealth
You are more than you think.
Find your worth
Do you know you are sacred
Act now black child
Save your cares for later years
Save your tears for lasting fears
Keep this knowledge, that the world
Is not always kind, not even most
Of the times not ever most of the crimes
Nine run, run
Guns drawn, shot down
In the prime
In the struggle
At the time
Black child leads the statistical
Jagged line, a sacred legend
To the race, velvet space
Good love black child walk with
Dignity those whose DNA doesn't
Always shine on their skin
Cherish your grace. Black child
L I N G E R I N G jasmines hold scents that flourish,
they release a mystery beyond fate.
As rain drizzles on pastures they nourish,
your desire, a paradox, does create.
Stargazing in flight becomes our routine,
as does your touch release a soft e b b f l o w.
With my eyes so candid to joy unseen,
I sense a fragileness, if you must know.
Shadows do walk through fair weather sometimes,
but our pure aura will always submerge.
All you need is my embrace and my rhymes,
as two longing souls relentlessly merge.
Let us a n c h o r each other before death,
savoring each heart beat for one soft breath.
Date Written: August 20, 2016
You came into my life,
Knowing it's about time to rejoice,
As you brought my heart at heavenly above,
I was live drowned in you my love.
The darkened trail of my life now flashing,
The never ending corridor now ceasing,
Wounded heart of mine seems mending,
And grief music turned out romantically flowing.
With all my life it suddenly bloom,
As of Lois Lane kissing Superman,
All I can feel is you'll be my groom,
It's all because that's part of the Master plan .
But why I let myself to live with that trickery?
You avail my fragileness in just a simple way
The allurements you showed can't resist really
I know, time to bound it end for being silly.
I should stop on pretending now yet it hurts...
Goodbye...though it's painful no more flirts..
Bear on your mind that I love you endlessly
And even years lapsed you'll be in my heart vividly..
I fade into shadows of loneliness,
And disappear where the darkness now falls.
Silence I seek, not from reclusiveness,
Rather a guise when the emptiness calls.
How long the prisoner of sanity?
Humbled by the still coldness of the play.
The twists and turns of its insanity.
When the dark of night took over the day.
Left in a puzzled realm of confusion.
As pieces lay broken, scattered about.
Sudden fragileness of my illusion.
When the audience of despair walked out
How quiet the hall when a play withdrawals.
This empty domain where my heart now sprawls.
I drive past them quietly
as I lower my head,
the tragic resting places,
the mournful highway sites
of the loved ones now gone.
They show us our mortality,
they show us all the pain,
they show us the senseless tragedy...
of souls who are now elsewhere,
of the loved ones now gone.
We all take for granted
the fragileness of life,
we seem so immortal
until we pass the markers
and think of the loss -
of the loved ones now gone.
A vast network of pavement
connects all those who mourn,
we drive by and wonder
about the carnage, about the lives
of the loved ones now gone.
I can't imagine the suffering
families and friends must endure,
I can only drive past with respect...
of souls who now are elsewhere,
of the loved ones now gone.
As the chandelier dances with lustrous light.
Eras of still slumber awoken...from fluid dreams,
...in the depths of her confines...hibernating..
..fermenting her taste...timeless beauty.
Legends of vineyards past...uncorked.
Poured into existence by a charming present sommelier..
The bubbling prelude enters...a smoke filled scene.
Her sparkling silhouette...emerges on a silver platter.
...of her bottled mystery of decades past.
Penning the inception of empty chapters of glass...
..with her sweet tasting presence...
...nervously sweating condensation.
Fulfilling the myths of bottled beauty of life’s unknowns.
Overflowing the pages...in liquid stanzas
...of dazzling passion.
Her legacy manifests...scripting an ardent saga,
Staining the aura of pleasant reality.
Shining elegantly...while striding across marble floors.
Echoing...soft chronicles of champagne light.
Love, a crimson...virgin berry...plucked from vineyards afar..
...bottled for aging beauty...filled to the capacity of his clear figure..
While passionately...embraced by his fragileness of crystal arms.
...in the ballad of wine and glass.
It’s often said that Man is very smart.
His cleverness is quite remarkable.
His brain, a rather special body part
Is hardly capable of being dull.
He never calculates and meditates
His every thought and actions. Never fails
To please himself no matter what it takes.
He always seems to overlook details
The ones that mean the most to you and me.
He doesn’t give a fig about the Earth,
It’s woes and fragileness. He often sees
The problems myopically. His mirth
Unfounded, still neglecter of warnings:
Our life-styles are causing global warming
Sometimes you got disheartened,
Because I was so small.
I seemed to smudge my handprints,
On the pictures down the hall.
But here’s the final handprint,
I left in your heart to remember.
Of the fragileness love of life,
Before I left you last November.
So when you think of me,
Know that we’ve not grown apart.
You must look within to see,
The handprints in your heart.
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