Monday, November 4, 2019

She


She is a cannon, Waiting to fire
She is a bird,Trying to fly higher
She is a copy, waiting to be written
She is a makeup with beauty already gotten
She is a light that burns brighter
She is a demon with sins already died
She is a samurai with blades so sharp
She is an angle with melodious harp
She is a grass where one rolls
She is a beauty which one beholds
She is a clay what the universe molds
She is a mirror for the women of the world


Sunday, November 3, 2019

Holy Grail


Holy grail
Once upon a time, when the world was vast
And holiness saw no bounds
For richness and treasures till today last
A tale passed to me of ages old

When fire and air admire their difference
And together dance in the rain
When tiki totem poles will jingle
All bad omens away,
He’d come you’d be forever be gay

The speech gave the prisoned ghost away
 For one he did come in his white horse
With vigor of life and secret of universe

His color spilling eyes and catonic laugh
That shook my world, then I realized
For a tale so pure, I did not fail
As I found my holy grail

just another love poem

I yearn for you and your touch In times you’ve enlightened my nerves times you’ve kissed my neck and made me fall in love I yearn for you in...