Divine and Charming Floret

Starlight, star bright...
Let the light from far beyond
Shine through the spector they know her by,
Like a morning glory, her purple petals will blossom
And she’ll rise like the phoenix she is…  
To reveal the ornate splendor she holds…
She will creep to the galaxies and touch each
And every star like the adorable toes on her feet.


High in the night skies…her majestic grandeur
Glimmers like an Orion descending to the Earth
A lone bloom to the eyes and thoughts she is,
The envy of Aphrodite and Venus she is,
A mystic fascination she is…
O’ how wonderful it is just to gape
At the marvel she is..


A forgotten charm lurks
Like a story untold…
She wanders gracefully like a
Lost songbird gliding through a rose maze,
As a flute softly plays from lands unknown…
Her wanderlust’s enchantment to touch glee rises,
Once again as it was when her wings flapped
With a vigor to be…to be whole.
As her royal heart throbs with a passion tune
She sets off  flames of a holy adulation. 

The Bird That Flew Away

If the sun would speak,

I’d have many tales for it…

For I have seen, done and been everywhere I’d imagined.

Some may call it a joke, others a mystery but I rather call it a miracle,

They who seek the "whys" and the "if

s" of what they thought was unfair,

Know not that I did it, I wrote my script and lived it, like a pearl beneath the sea

I was that little bit of brilliance among the corals of the world.

So why then do you still ask why I closed my eyes?

An escapade that turned out so right,

So ripe that the world listened to the voice in me,

That little girl in me came alive then,

This was the secret to my freedom.

Not a very well kept one.

My wish is  that the heavens will open for every child out there ..

Let them see that this world is right for them as it was for me.

Joy washed me every time I see people wearing pretty smiles,

Yet you still ask why I closed my eyes!

  

If the moon told me night stories,

Every child would sleep with a smile as I did,

For I told it the truth, my happy realities.

I found me, I loved myself and I liked all that came my way,

But why do you ask yourself why my eyes remain closed?

Thank you, Maya Angelou.

Dreamscape (Haiku)

Morning brings delight

 As the sun warms my cold face,

I smile and giggle.

Is this all a dream?

If it is, I must not awake,

Forever I wish it so. 

My Face

My face is all they see, 

They stare and wonder not much,
They see me kind...
And hopeful and everything they want to see.

Sometimes the mirror lies,
My face is a divisive tool that fools,
It has a story, not a neat one but it tells who I am,
My face is not fine yet you look and judge
And fit me in your own little image!

My face is a coincidence,
A yinyang of both good and bad,
I look at it but I fail to see me,
Like the shores of an ocean it changes and loses shape.
But it doesn't change who I am inside...
My face is false and may have no grace,
It may not even hold pride for the person I am.

Sometimes it is as sunken as the stones beneath the waters,
Sometimes it is as high as the clouds and I like it then,
Sometimes it wonders between the line of what makes me me,
Yet through all this, I know that I am who I think I am.

Always

When life bares no meaning,

I will seek for your touch and embrace its warmth,

When I am cold and my heart is without a beat, 

I will ask for yours then I will live again,

When my darkness falls,

You will be the torch to see us through life's foggy perils,

Like a glider you will steer us clear from our fears...

As we cling to the soothing feel of our emotions,

Whenever I feel lost...you will be there,

As I will for you and for us.

Joie De Vivre

Teach me how to kiss your heart?

Be the light as we walk in this life’s meandering  pathway,

Let us be as we must; marvels of passion fumes,

And I will bathe in the warmth of your soul's splendor.

Black Sun

For the long sweet silence,
The misty hazy cold days...
And the icy solemn waves
Of endless soreness,
Now is time for it's making...
A peril to fate, time and hope:
Something close to a bad intension.

An ear-shutting shriek reigns,
Whenever days of wonder fall...
Beneath this lifeless madness,
The black sun will shine forevermore,
Like a shrine of the gods, it will burn.

Nubian Queen

Lips smudged in the charm of her soul
Speak a sweet tongue only the gods know of,
Away from the Nile into her heart…
The parched pine for her reach lives on,
Her myrrh scent tames the sirocco’s child,
A Taureg walk into the depth of her shore
Brings all, cures all and sees years through.

The golden Saharan sands gashes her walk,
Not two, not four but an infinity of eyes peek
As the blue sun of night sings her praises
A mere mortal  though she is, she is a goddess among queens.  

Kind Summer Years

A Thanksgiving Inspired Scribble

Days fallen in splashes of ye fine core’s desire

Bequeath thy will with a luring spur to veil all dire,

Sunken with loud chuckles thy spirit pleads with a sublime smile.

Hazy sunlight hours impel an ambiance to revive life without wile,

The Innate scent of angelic allure brings thee elation of pure will.

A dive into an unending ecstasy of time

Is the zephyr that will guide thee home.

Moments glazed with heavenly tonic,

Mornings blessed with fine blue skies

Be'st the charming times of deity’s gift.

A glimmering warmth casts its lunar spell,

Sudden, like thunder its quintessence embraces thee,

Infinite sunlight sparkle like honey in inborn radiance,

Sweet is the savor of its unscathed beauty...

Thou beest untouched by its hands equates

Being forsaken by the gods of sun.

Ripples of colorful passions,

Flecked highs and lows,

Funneled thy wondrous emotions

Through the thickness of life’s fog,

If I hast one wish...

It would befit to relive thy benevolent years of glee.

The Moment

When you learn that you can not fly,
And that the truth was all a lie,
When you want out,
Before the heavens where all angels sleep...
Would you forget your blood, sweat and tears of fallen days?

You look into the mirror but a stranger stares you in the face,
When you've lost your ways and know no good...
When thor strikes his wrath at you,
Would you seat back and let life be?

It doesn't really matter if sky isn't blue
or if the feeling of love isn't true,
Just let the rain fall as you walk your way...
The only way you know how.

Tainted Soul

As night breaks,

My life begins to crumble

And all hope fades to dust,

I knock on heavens door

Hoping for hells angel to ease my sorrow,

Now and forever I hope she comes tomorrow.

Thoughts far beyond this life

Encroach my mind, its shadow I must follow.

My dead heart beats thump,

Life's promise will never reign,

Deep breaths relinquish this mindless cancer,

Like fallen hail, my heart has sunken

Beneath this heathen soil,

Spoiled with grief this life's bliss

Is tainted with the solemness of days.

The hell raiser sees his rise

As the blade divides my torsal,

The warmth of my scarlet rinse

Is forever lost, like death life is forever lost,

And I am too.