In the arms of love I see no danger, know no danger. here, I am never a stranger I feel the safety of peace embracing me I feel the cool air that we breath I feel the tenderness of a greater touch and yes I love God and people, yep thats me, poetry is my thing, do you like it ?
It is nice to be important but is more important to be nice
I remember my love The memories of long time spent Your romantic fever that caused me to shiver Your infectious smiles that captures my every style
Your slow flowing motion Gracefully embracing me with devotion Your honesty stirred me in the eyes And ignite my tower bright
I remember my love Your worm embrace Subdued our chemistry And fell us reluctantly In a state of simplicity
The beauty of your eyes Speak to me in a rush And urge my emotion Only to gentle touch And took away my heart in a soft crush Yes, I will never forget my love
Yesterday I wrote this poem But something bothered me Perplexed in my meditation with lots of ambiguities
This poem is not really a poem It is not even a citation Some say it has no substance To some its like a poem in a poem That cannot find the end To others, its like the madness of poets That resurrect rhymes from under the carpets
This poem is for those who will try to comprehend the length that lies in the attitude of this poem This poem is for the big man, the woman The little boy, the little girl that plays with her toys but feel no joy
This poem is crazy No! this poem is for the hard working and the lazy This poem is for the politicians Yes! This poem is for those with ambition For those who want to become a star To drive a fine car To be a teacher, a lawyer, a doctor etc.
This poem is for the homeless, The little child on his mother’s breast, The robber who grabbed a bag and found out there is nothing in it
This poem is for you, it is for me This poem is for those who are crazy enough to read this poem
Only if life was like chatting in a one on one chat room, sometime you will notice that the other person is writing something then it just suddenly disappear and they start writing a new response again.
maybe they said to themselves after writing it "this is not appropriate" and so they delete what they have wrote.
what if life was like that, after you do something you can say no that is not appropriate and so you can delete it.