It was a cush and seamless teenage love,
as lively as a lush verdant meadow.
She was a blossoming rose, very suave.
From dawns till evens she was like my shadow.

Acrid frigid nights seemed perpetual
yearning for morn and her cuddles again.
when even neared, we wished day were perennial,
as we spinned like yarns in bliss without restrain.

A love driven by a peerless ardor
soars high as eagles, never grows weary;
like evergreens, flourishes in splendor
whilst skeptics watch daily with fury.

What do I mean to you?
Do I make your heart skip too?
My heart skipped when I saw you,
I really didn’t want that ‘’Deja vu”
Am beginning to feel this is really true,
That all I can ever love is you,
You let your feelings dry up under the sun like dew
I love you
So much, I love you.
Please, be my prince too,
And help me lose my glass shoes,
Even if you won’t take me to the front of the pews
I know I will lose,
But it’s you I choose,
So the question is,
‘’Am I truly beautiful to you’’

What do I mean to you?
Do I make your heart skip too?
My heart skipped when I saw you,
I really didn’t want that ‘’Deja vu”
Am beginning to feel this is really true,
That all I can ever love is you,
You let your feelings dry up under the sun like dew
I love you
So much, I love you.
Please, be my prince too,
And help me lose my glass shoes,
Even if you won’t take me to the front of the pews
I know I will lose,
But it’s you I choose,
So the question is,
‘’Am I truly beautiful to you’’

What do I mean to you?
Do I make your heart skip too?
My heart skipped when I saw you,
I really didn’t want that ‘’Deja vu”
Am beginning to feel this is really true,
That all I can ever love is you,
You let your feelings dry up under the sun like dew
I love you
So much, I love you.
Please, be my prince too,
And help me lose my glass shoes,
Even if you won’t take me to the front of the pews
I know I will lose,
But it’s you I choose,
So the question is,
‘’Am I truly beautiful to you’’

The Seed of love planted by the river of amity hoping for an perpetuity life, Creating roots for the foundation of
our love.
The root of our love grows with a boundless destination in quest for
vigor not to let the tree tumble.
The tree is the love and the love is the tree.

I could smell the stench
Of our relations sticking to me.
Clenching my skin like a garbage truck
Gripping the morning trash.
But no matter how much I would scrub,
I was never fully cleaned.

Another year end
What does the future portend?
Will broken pacts mend?

Float down a river one day, and see
Where it leads. Should it be a tributary
that pushes you out,
or lesser current that sends you
out to the sea?
Stop awhile at the estuary,
and there, find this house.
Thence, break bread with me.
What strange currents drew you here,
are those that led us both to see.

I used to read
a lot
not as much as some
(poor sots)
but a lot more than most

I would saunter into a cocktail parties
thinking I'd be
the most interesting man in the world
all I managed to do was bore the lot
(maybe should have read more on how to pick up women)

so I read more

I'd become the uberman
sparkling with wisdom
glowing with serenity
the go-to-guy for life advise

but that didn't happen either

so I kept on reading