My love for you
is a true confession
that it is too good to be true
with a display of affectionate

From my pure sincerest heart
with unwaveringly profound care
through a testament declare
with tears that it symbolizes

Like a fresh dew droplet in the morning
resting on your soft petal cheek
with a refreshing caressing touch
lingering on the green stem flourish heart

one helluva comparative
humdinger savvy shopper,
who can rattle off the best buy
for most any given item,
at the drop of a hat
analogous to baseball fanatic
(unlike myself who knows and cares
nothing about the game)
spewing forth Batting average (BA),
on-base percentage (OBP),
and slugging percentage (SLG)
often referred to together
as a player's "slash line".

A fourth batting stat
known as on-base plus slugging (OPS),
which is a combination of OBP and SLG.

Bright lights flashing
against a mushroom cloud
Moisture falling from the heavens
in the form of acid rain

Children screaming in the distance
Crying out in agony
Tortured to destruction
and they do it ruthlessly

Bloody corpses had begun
hanging from the trees
Ashes falling in the wind
fire upon the sea

Shadows on the walls
people screaming silently
Quaking from the ground
people falling to their knees

All of his life,
he felt the urges
building inside
a deep stirring
until it broke loose
overcoming him...
time for another kill.
Soft, freshly perfumed meat,
to whet his appetite...

Lonely, she sat
at the end of the bar
listening to the music
from the old jukebox,
it was primed with quarters.

The gray veil drapes the heavens,
Raindrops falling gracefully ,
Their soft melodies echo through the air.
The sky weeps in sorrowful lament,
Reflecting a fractured heart
Nature, in its empathy, weeps too,
Mourning alongside the shattered soul.
Yet, in all this sorrow and tears,
Another heart finds solace and joy
In the comforting sound of rain

Welcome,
We have been
Waiting for you
We are glad
That you
Arrived

You can give
The bell boy
All your worries
He will discard
Them quickly

The room has
Been paid for
With unlimited
Room and board

The chef has been
Instructed to
Cook all that
You desire

we have
Secured the
Premises
So, troubles
Don’t trespass

On a good night
A woman makes a special meal
gathers kinsmen for a feast
high table for her husband
koboless wives go barren for the time being.

Kneel down woman
Beg your husband
Let him give you children
If he will consider, this night will count
After a girl child, mtchw.

Hunger has no compassion
And pregnant wives are prone to beating
Make up your mind
Harvesting his yams still better than ulcer.

My love,
my pen knows nothing but
your name

Dark black hole
please take my soul
It feels eternity
has captured me

I long to leave
this lonely atmosphere
and take a brother
or two with me

We cannot live
in singularity
humanity in us
demands a beat

but when I leave
I fear I'll be alone
without a friendship
I desperately need

And in the end
Charon waits for me
to answer all
my childish needs

I've waited 40 years
for an Awakening
only to find
captivity

It must be
playtime
for the thoughts
on a sugar high.

They start
with doubt,
the main course,
stuffed with fear,
and for dessert,
panic à la mode.

I know
I could keep driving,
searching for
a better option.

I see the hotel
thoughts need
enough sedatives
to rest
for at least a day.

I hear peace
whispering,
"You've arrived."
Maybe this time
I’ll make it
to my room.