A beauteous fenestration
reflected the dawn,
a thousand shards of colour
held a moments awe

the stars danced
to a last riff
in heaven,
and the Great Orb
laid down to sleep,
yet none or all
of this wonder,
couldnt muffle
my screeching heart

you wavered,
T'ween the dark
and the spark,
but closing your eyes
you raced onto the
next great adventure,
leaving a scatter
of broken hearts.

Kids like me may be bullied, ridiculed
Introverted, seeking sanctuary
Never too old to be fooled and/ or schooled
Disciplinary baggage to carry
Enrolling in (scary) class: primary
Reading Hemingway, picture-book-burning
Graded on performance, functionary
Adjusting to school of higher learning
Returning to head-start more discerning
Teacher grinning at my perfect penning
Earning a recess, classes adjourning
Nervously enrolling, new beginning
Evaluation: complimentary
Registered student, elementary...

The street ahead
A kaleidoscope of colors
Beautiful no doubt

Chill air seeped into his bones
Hands nearly frail
coming up to inhale once more

Then came epiphany
It was time for change
He let his ego shed like leaves in autumn

There is nothing like home
And home he returned to.

An acorn hits my metal roof
rolls to the eave, drops to the ground.
These loud impacts reveal the truth
that autumn soon will be around
as summer slowly loses sway.

And deer antlers have lost velvet
allowing them to thrash small trees
although the rut is not here yet.
Fall is heartless in its tease
as shadows lengthen day by day.

_*@YungPrinzeT*_
24/08/2017
6.30AM

THE WAILING RED SEA

In this azure was an eclipse,
Where the stars despoil
The virgin moon
Of her sheen smile
& collectively laid with her 
In the bed of nature.

The neat sheet on the bed
Was stained with reddish drops
Of agony, which in anger
Flowed down 
To hide the defiled moon's pains
Beneath the earth.

Pinpoint​ ​pupil​ ​liberty;
the​ ​bones​ ​of​ ​you,
the crooked, twisted fever ​dreams.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
Pull​ ​me​ ​out of ​this​ Mother,
take me away.

For perceptual​ ​ambiguity is;
a morning spent in polished​ ​glass portraiture
watching skin sag slowly away.

Phone them ​on​ ​the weekend,
say​ ​goodbye.

It gets​ ​quiet,​ ​in​ ​here,
sometimes.

When will the world know this?
The world know what?
Head sitting on its neck,
Without rolling.
Starvation for vultures.
or a Kilo of peace.

If it has a price
My gold will stand
My silver too
Even the life that sleeps in my gentle heart
Oh Allah, oh Christ,
oh Buddha, all GODS
take a fight

Let peace visit the world
Let Unity Visit too
White and Black
Caucasoid and Negroid
I mean world peace.

On mornings which bear clear skies
when the sun completes its rise
sending light spears through the oaks tall
shadows appear on my den's wall.

Twigs', small limbs' and leaves' outline
even an occasional ivy vine
in lace like intricate detail
adorn a wall usually drab and pale.

But on mornings which have just a slight breeze
these still life shadows then unfreeze
and like a car put into drive
the kaleidoscope then comes alive.

The profound and caring
the strong affection
the feeling of intense
the object of one’s liking
it’s something extreme
Something indefinable.

A term of friendship
A desire for life partner
It’s infatuation
It’s exceptional
It’s adorable
And I call it LOVE.

Love is when you met someone
Look him in the face speechlessly
Feel changes in heart turns around
And walk away.