If I keep telling you
If I keep telling you.
I’m scared I’ll drive you mad.
I hope you know I mean it,
If you don’t I will be sad.
I truly love you darling ,
As I tell you every day.
But I’m scared by saying it too much,
That I might chase you away.
I hope it doesn’t bug you,
Hope you know I'm sincere.
And each time I say I love you,
That its what you like to hear.
If hearing this makes you happy,
Then I believe we’re meant to be.
As we spend our time together,
Just us two, just you and me.
I know it will take time,
And I know there’s lots to do.
But the time will be worth waiting,
Just as long as I’m with you.
Cant wait to see you again,
I cant wait till we’re together
I’m not just talking about the weekends
I’m talking about forever
To spend our lives together
To share it all with you
Its true Michael my darling
I am so in love with you.
I am free
I am dead poet giving birth to a pen and paper
As they all dance to the rhythm of my words
Expressing what long deep inside was suppressed
As I liberate these thoughts that haunts my being
Dead for long had I been before I was given life
Through time I have travelled and space in time
Seeking which once seemed at time had died
In these words birth is given to this child
For in him lies what once was in scrolls
For only those that are called wise can read
Death, my friend!
Freeze time and hold still my thoughts
For I have no more a purpose to live,
Though tears shall meander
On the aged face of my mother,
Spare not her grief for my sake.
Friends shall weep and then forget
The joy and sadness we once shared,
But the memory of my innate soul
Shall haunt their thoughts for years to come.
Though my sensory self has ceased to exist,
I can feel your touch as you hold me tight.
You lead me into the world of those
Who’s existence exists in grief stricken
Hearts and nostalgic, moth eaten memoirs.
As I enter in puzzled silence,
Their faces recognize my long awaited soul
I find comfort in their peculiar acceptance of me.
In another world I would have cried tears of gaiety,
But here, not a single tear can be shed.
They ask not my name or why I came
For I have none of the answers they might seek.
As my eyes wander about the crowded space,
I feel a bond with each face I see.
Reassuring smiles tell me, ‘ This is home.’
And as I try to understand their foreign talk
I see my father seated on the throne.
His eyes find mine and his heart holds mine
I try to step closer but my feet let me down.
His majesty opens his arms wide enough for me
To fit my new life form together with his,
For eternity.
La Hollywood Dream
As I gazed and behold this beauty
My view engaged in an angelic
World proclaimed as Hollywood
But she belongs in Holywood
As she approached the gates
I was the angel standing next
To the gatekeeper: Let her In!
Were my only lines of words
She is an angel reaper stripped
Me of my natural status one look
At her I was back into earth
I can look back in my past fantasies
And proudly say this be a reality
In a making above many expectations
Have I risen out of many prisons
My limit in this visage could only
Alternate in practices for my poetic
Inspiration she being a distinct being
Levels my potential in space
This poetic chapter was written
While I was seated alongside God
He drew the picture and led me to
Write the scripture of her appearance
An art of perfection laid before my
Eyes I reminisce on that one night
Of bliss for it was my turn to spit
My lyrical affirmation
Twinkle twinkle not such a small
Star I wonder if you wonder how
Fine you think you are up above
The world I are
My day light dream became a norm
As I travelled in mind to you it costs
Me sleep as I was on roam all day long
As you just smiled I am inspired
To write chapter two only on your
Permission will I vision you me and God again
Written Especially for KD AUBERT
Frienship
Friendship
A friend who can realy define a friend?
Do u choose to befriend with some1 or
Its jst a mutual feeling between u 2?
At wat stage do u realize u hav a friend?
Is it when u start sharing things dat r deep?
Is it when u make each other laugh.
So wat is a friend? Some1 u make convisation with
And after u share expiriences?
So Am I a friend?If the ans is yes then
Do I meet all the requirements of friendship?
am I nice enough to make u feel comfy to say anything.
Am I bubly enough to share laughter with?
Bt I believe that it has to start with u.
By being friends with urself and treat urself like a best friend
Learn how to make urself smile, laugh and then u will be a able to share that friendshipwith other people.
So friendship start with me!!!!!!!!
Last Words
He lays, sunken eyed, in his bed-like coffin.
His lips, in a constant senseless motion.
The strong smell of death lingers in the air,
As lost hope searches for some other dream.
A coarse voice chants a prayer for new life,
As begging hands beckon to the skies.
Darkness surrounds the small room
As grieving voices confabulate in silent cries.
Tear-beckoning hymns whisper comfort
In the ears of those who had been robbed
Of future memories and loving care,
And of the tears that were yet to be sobbed.
The vicar reads in a monotonous voice,
As if to display the constancy of God’s love.
Silence takes its place as the music fades away,
A silent ‘Amen’ completes the reassurances from above.
One by one, the victims of bereavement
Take their turns to shed the last tear.
They utter poignant last words to the still corpse
Wishing the eternal reunion would draw near.
Last Words
He lays, sunken eyed, in his bed-like coffin.
His lips, in a constant senseless motion.
The strong smell of death lingers in the air,
As lost hope searches for some other dream.
A coarse voice chants a prayer for new life,
As begging hands beckon to the skies.
Darkness surrounds the small room
As grieving voices confabulate in silent cries.
Tear-beckoning hymns whisper comfort
In the ears of those who had been robbed
Of future memories and loving care,
And of the tears that were yet to be sobbed.
The vicar reads in a monotonous voice,
As if to display the constancy of God’s love.
Silence takes its place as the music fades away,
A silent ‘Amen’ completes the reassurances from above.
One by one, the victims of bereavement
Take their turns to shed the last tear.
They utter poignant last words to the still corpse
Wishing the eternal reunion would draw near.