Wasn Poems

,,lust,must,,,bust,,

Lamenting over you
Infatuated by rue...

It rang true
the day i met u,,,

Wut ive been thru
Wasn,t cuz of u

I,v,e been blue
Haven't a clue

Flippin a, Y must I break?
I wont dooo it for ur sake

u 2? i beg 2 differ
if you luv me any bigger

creative n logic...
emotional and epic!

confidence
in
my
stride
and
on
my
side,

but
you
refuse
to
see
what
lies 
in
the
present...moment,,,

Autumn Breeze the Summer Heat

The smell of the Autumn breeze is amorous cleansing the air again of the hot summer months ordered duty to Autumn breeze and a story and a love feeling waving hello Making one wave of energy that waves a triumphant of being complete an everlasting tune or story. But winter is near.So at that time, I will unpack my winter clothes and some gear I hope to get at the store when the leaves fall from the trees and turn brown not green to ensure winter is almost here to get ready to rock steady were the snow flow far away from my house winter joys and taste brings winter love cabin fireplace and smoke the chimney flames the atmosphere with laughter.
With a breezy cheer, Autumn is here bringing thoughts of listening!
We sat at our favorite table facing the door in a relaxed position
singing an autumn song feeling the sweet nectar breezy healing the bones drinking rosemary tea and ginger my feet in a relaxed position recovering
 from the chill in the air that wasn,t there before waves of autumn energy and movements is here is there in the air everywhere the breeze roam around the room. My face my hair my nose The smell of autumn is Amorous!

The Surfer

Alone he was
                  thinking
Money wasn' t a problem
                     but loneliness was
Looking for memories
                                  he found himself
A past that was gone
               surfing waves on a present
                                      with a big board.
Waiting for the next wave
         to surf on.
Standing up in front of the sea
                           he saw the emptiness
he faced the ocean
                                 with his board
but he only found waves
                                    to the same shore.
A seashore to nowhere
                 but himself to be found
Covered with sand
                            he was found
There, on that beach
                where he used to be looking  
for that big wave 
             to surf his past
with no money
          but a life that was worth  
to surf on,
               without the people
                             he left behind.

The Playmobil and God

He always thought he was living the greatest adventures and risks, he did not realize that it wasn´t sailing through real oceans, but by a quiet garden pond, nor lived in an exotic and mysterious island, but in a chunk of plastic lively colored, his enemies were not so fierce,  the wild beasts not so savages, the weapons that fired were harmless.  
He never assumed the fact that it was not human but a Playmobil in the hands of a child or in other words a toy in God´s Hand.

The Loss

the loss

I saw her leave
on the 8 o´clock train.
in the Saturday crowd
I saw her many time.
Stopped women 
in the street
they were frightened. 
In the morning
she was in my bed
I wished
she wasn´t there.

Shame On You

shame on you

I was about eighteen when meeting the girl of my life,
she lived in the outer town and both her parents had office work
which back then was regarded as a posh position.
We met often walked in the park, and we kissed chastely hold
hands, this was love.
It was a pleasant Saturday even when she came she scented
of wild roses how beautiful she was, we went to a restaurant 
we sat there as long as we could, it worried me to take her home
I lived in my mothers tiny flat.
There was no welcome. My mother stayed in her bedroom 
I told the girl she wasn´t well.
We sat on the sofa the one I used as a bed, as it was chilly we
sat covered in a blanket until we both fell asleep.
There was no bathroom, only cold water from the tap in
the kitchen, and we walked to town to the railway station where 
she had a wash and the rest. 
We didn't speak about the night spent together, sat silently
on a bench, waited for the train to take her home. 
When she boarded the train, there was no talk of meeting again, 
only a short goodbye and she was out of my life.

Shame On You

shame on you

I was about eighteen when meeting the girl of my life,
she lived in the outer town and both her parents had office work
which back then was regarded as a posh position.
We met often walked in the park, and we kissed chastely hold
hands, this was love.
It was a pleasant Saturday even when she came she scented
of wild roses how beautiful she was, we went to a restaurant 
we sat there as long as we could, it worried me to take her home
I lived in my mothers tiny flat.
There was no welcome. My mother stayed in her bedroom 
I told the girl she wasn´t well.
We sat on the sofa the one I used as a bed, as it was chilly we
sat covered in a blanket until we both fell asleep.
There was no bathroom, only cold water from the tap in
the kitchen, and we walked to town to the railway station where 
she had a wash and the rest. 
We didn't speak about the night spent together, sat silently
on a bench, waited for the train to take her home. 
When she boarded the train, there was no talk of meeting again, 
only a short goodbye and she was out of my life.

Time Is Looking Up

Time is looking up

Today, for the first time in months
the restaurant was opening, and we had a proper 
meal served
by a real waiter, although they were obliged
to use masks.
good food on a big table not too man people around
we had a wonderful time with a glass of red wine.
On Sunday the beaches were full and no one respected
the distance of two-meter,
I wasn´t there I dislike walking on sand and the voices
of young people reminded me of times gone by,
and of course. I do not tolerate sunlight after skin cancer.
But it was pleasing to get hot food, and not too something
served in boxes and left outside, warmed in the micro
still smelling of paper boxes.

I Saw a Dragon Fly

I saw a dragon fly.
This wasn't my imagination
He was a reflection in the water near my boat
From the clouds in the sky.
Pictures don't lie.
The dragon was there for a short duration.
I saw a dragon fly.
I saw it with my own eye.
The dragon looked like it was in slow animation
He was a reflection in the water near my boat
From the clouds in the sky.
I was wondering what this may signify?
Could it be that magical creatures live in one 
Location?
I saw a dragon fly.
To this I can testify.
No. I wasn' t on medication
He was a reflection in the water near my boat
From the clouds in the sky.
I hereby certify
With exhilaration
I saw a dragon fly
He was a reflection in the water near my boat
From the clouds in the sky.

Atmospheric Pressure

The atmospheric pressure is a force.
I've heard of it at school, at Physics course.
I didn't like the subject, so no pleasure
For all the notions related to pressure.

One day the teacher gave us a paper test
But my name wasn"t on the list of the best.
I realised I was a very stupid lad
Therefore I was downcast and very sad.

So I began learning about this notion
With  much enthusiasm and devotion.
Finnaly, I understood it, and you can see
Today I'm proud because I've a Physics Degree.

Take It To the Street

don,t gp down
get off the ground
we stil have a beat
don't be weak
iit wasn.t defeat
take  IT TO
THE STREET

Wet Snow

its not over
it was a storm clover
it wasn;t dream
now street must be clean
so as you go
watch
the
WET SNOW

Wasted Years

When I was young, I had a dream
and saw life in a different perspective.
I saw life as a park,
where I could just come, play and go.
I thought time was slow
so I slacked and relaxed.
I had a dream but kept it inside
saying to myself, "there´s still time".
I played all day
and slept all night.
I even forgot to pray
and ask God to show me the right path.


And then I woke up the next morning,
Wow!!! I´m twenty-five.
Wow!!! I´m no longer a baby.
I´m now living my own life
and living my life includes pursuing my dreams
which I have left to rotten.
I pick them up now
and all I pick is nothing
cause I left them to sour.
I start from the scratch
when my mates are giving theirs finishing touches.
My dreams I start to patch
when my mates are receiving honorary badges.
And then I realized my time wasn´t frozen
but was moving as I was breathing.
It´s funny how life turns out to be
when you´re no longer a baby with little mentality.

The Relentless

The Relentless 
I know, do not remind me, but today I saw my father
On TV, he is 110 and can dance salsa, so if I´m like him
I have years of gymnastic prowess  
I rang the TV channel asked for my dad´s address, they
didn’t tell me against policy....ok. 

I´m tenacious like the Wiesenthal centre pursuing war 
criminals to their grave and spitting on it, because their
ideology to the pursue of old crimes have no limitation
nor forgiveness, but my father wasn´t there, his voice 
was ensnaring  women

A, this centre of vengeance has a duty to follow the old
Nazis to the point of ridiculousness, the lowliest guard 
at a concentration camp will do an old face in the papers.
Alas the money well is drying out even evil Nazis have to 
die and get a Christian burial.

And one wonders if a new law is being made that gives
the right of the survivors to follow and righteously 
demand that the grandchildren of the wronged should
benefit too we remember the pain because a corny eye
 demands  ritual repentance.

Woodland

Horrified Woodland

In the forest of bamboo poles walked it was hot and 
I felt like a lost ant not remembering where its hill was.
I tried to pull up a bamboo pole I remembered that
as a boy I had a rattan fishing rod, 
but could not, and it didn´t mattered I wasn´t 
going to fish anything anymore. The panda likes bamboo shoots.
I used to go fishing in the stream on 
Summer evenings and when I caught some 
the farmer´s wife fried them in butter ... delicious...
The stream is not there any longer, a beauty that was a hindrance 
to progress  
in the forest of canes I saw hyenas catching a baby elephant and 
eating of it before it was dead.
The real thing not Disneyland with mechanical crocodiles and happy 
ducks dressed as sailors.
It strikes me, here in the forest of oversized wicker baskets,
that death is of no concern to the dead,
and that fat corpses will in time be slim, but that is of no concern to
 the living.

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