Praise thy woman
at length

God will be happy
as he has created
so many more women

yours is the first exception
he took time to chisel

Wonderful
beautiful
lovely woman

a life of a handsome
man

ask god
how much time he took
to make a poet
romantic one
out of you

a daring love couple
are you
god smiles
in appreciation
of both of you

why don't you two
also so do....

Happiness begins with blessings from heavens above,
Happiness begins with all that I prayed for,
Happiness begins with what every man dreams of,
My true happiness only begins with your love...

Happiness begins with sacrificing my whole life,
Happiness begins with bidding loneliness goodbye;
Happiness begins with crying all my tears away,
My true happiness only begins with withthe next day...

Be yourself
Sexuality
is Genetic
Individuality
No one can direct you
to do,
so
do what you want to
as you is an
ENTITY
Solely
ENTIRELY

The day dawns
just as another normal day
but for some there's
Happy news
A child is on its ways
others dismay

this is what all life is about
any way
today we live
and
die another day
Who? can that
when?
say

So live today
as if you were to die
the following day

Here I am,
Sitting in the middle of the night.
Here I am,
Looking at her feminine might.

Yes, I love her
I wish I can go up there
No matter how and what it takes to be with her
She is the treasure I hold so dear

The treasure that worth more
Than the secret city of Paititi
The gentle damsel that absents sore
I wish I can dwell with her in no man’s city.

You sit in a world
of framed, glazed words

crazed by age and patinas passed
down through dust

to the livid surfaces encrusted,
windows, once filled in

by the coloured eye
of living minds

worlds blown and howling,
heaving or bent in quiet civility

buildings, old and threadbare
flag draped, darkly disposed

in forgotten corners, of older worlds
where meadows moan, paddocks slow swaying

with Autumn grass, turning cold
into the folds of mountains

the chain mail anguish
clatters
the horse shirt comfort
'do not dry clean'

morning stereo in the languid
moist expression
sobs from stereo speaker
distorted blues
play it tiger
show me your stripes

the night mare sleeps
with dropped mane
the battle flag drapes
upon the resting princess
crescent voyage hair
spills a rouge cargo
in river rivulets

The mist turns the glass into black mirrors
On the building across the courtyard where I sit;
Below are fountains with a landscaped garden;
On this dreadfully dark and dismal day,
Directly across from me is one fixed window
With lowered white drapes, like a blank page,
Breaking up the monotony of the brick façade;
Out comes a fat brown cat from the curtain,
Tip toes to center stage, and poses like a Buddha.
I stare at him, he stares back; Rain begins to fall.
From the dryness of our geometric enclaves,