Sauntering thought-soaked,
On emotions-stricken legs
Through what seemed
The 'Aburi' of the battle field
...
He waves warmly his hands
In a graceful gait garnished by beautiful brands
To the clumsy crowd crying his name
Chanting eulogies and accolades to his fame
...
In me a fire is ignited,
A burning bliss of blues.
For Labake leaps in my inks
Like a fairy in verses of telling tunes.
...
Dear Jillian,
I could feel your pleasure-pain,
Even when you scream 'you hate me'
For when you frantically frown I know you want
...
When these melancholic melodies melt into
soundless silence,
And your sorrows slip into sweetness
I'd be at the distance of your pleasure pines to
...
To let these mystic moments slip,
Without inks at the spree
Of horrors and terrors perceivable only in carnibals click
Might mean hearing the sound of rapture,
...
DON'T LEAVE AGAIN
If you could travel through pain and time,
If you would listen to the emptiness in this rhyme;
......... The hurt of my heart,
...
Shutting down,
The antennae of humanity
I slipped through realities
Finding my way into illusions
...
There were times,
When the earth was earthen.
As darkness was her only bidding,
Only to be unearthen by the creator's sword!
...
What sacred secret is hidden within your
luscious lips,
that it touches the soul with supple tenderness?
What priceless treasure is buried between thy
...