Blue flowers which shine like stars under the night sky

I could say more but what do I say, ur skin on ur bedspread under the night sky is calling out to ur surroundings like a tiny whisper to the air which provides the fragrance. I could hurl out but what's the point the little blue stars under the tree are already gathering around you. I could smell in futility but u would never be able to reach the eyes of the urchin that can see the dust flail and glow about u. The illiterate could never understand beauty anyway how would he see the perfume in the weather about u. How stricken he would be by the pain in every drop of the moment about u that could only entwine and die out in spaces around u. How would he see the presence around u, how would he feel the presence around u, how would he be the presence around u. The long traces of black shall meander through the night like meadows floating in the sky and covered as though by the mist and the sky they shall sparkle in the effervescence of the unilateral imagery constrained by the pangs of charred hunger and insatiable greed of beauty. I shall continue to captivated by the essence of freedom as the glory of beauty will continue to chain me. Blessed I am as I am tortured and chained by the lack and trauma of the universe joking on me. The ruby red lips laugh and mock me as I daringly and fearfully sneak a look at them. Gutted through the teeth of the mocking bird, gutted through the teeth of my enemy, the victor slimy pangs of poison melting my inner mind, every inch of my soul, but why should I look in disbelief as beauty makes a mockery of me

things or/and people

the things we love, the people we love

the people we love, the things we love

the things the people we love love

the people who love the things we love

the people who love the people we love

the people who hate the people we hate

the things the things we love make us love

the things the things we love make us hate

the people we love who love the things we hate

the people we love who hate the things we love

the people we love who love the people we hate

the people we love who hate the people we love

the people whom we love but don't love us

the people who love us but whom we don't love

the people who cry and the people who laugh

the people of pain the people who are sane

the people we hate for how we love them

the people we love for how we hate them

the people we love for how we love them

the people we love

the things, the little small things

the things we love, people force us to hate

the things that help us love the people we love

the things that help us give some love to ourselves

the people who love us, help us love ourselves, and teach us to love

what crime hath i done to have to include hate in this love

why the design so

why should i complain, why shouldn't i complain

who am i to complain, who am i to not complain

the things we love, the the people we love

the people we love, the things we love

hmmm

sometimes i wonder if the people we love have anything to do with how much we love them or how we feel about them. at times, the lines become so blurred, they tend to really feel like an object of desire. why do we love them, because of how we feel about them, or because how they make us feel, because what side of us they bring out. what are we really in love with, them or us. im not sure momentarily if its them, it seems in this moment that we just really love ourselves, they are the instrument, the carriers, the missing connection to ourselves. we cant really feel ourselves unless we love, cant really feed ourselves that craving, that hunger inside of us, the need, shameless and naked, brown and green.

they form the channels
we are the pit and the crater
never ending, never there
sometimes here, and sometimes there

m'lady

so what aches/wakes you up today m'lady

what change has the world failed to bring today

what grace have you further grown today

tell me o prized one, how do you manage to get better every day

tell me quite simply, if today is today and yesterday no longer is

how have you grown fairer today

what has changed

 listen:  beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

what is new

tell me all, and i shall know

i shall live and i shall sing

in the beautiful mellow moments

of your grace of your touch, that gets warmer everyday

the power you have, the power you gave away

what will betray you, pray tell me today

let the bliss be forgotten if it tell me

just tell how you're different from yesterday

 listen:  F a a i n t s !

and i shall give you my being as usual, simple straight, same, the nothing man

oh if you ever fainted, i should be there, i shall be there

oh if you ever dropped, my arms would be there, by the balcony by the bay, in the jungle below the moonlight fighting its way

but the moonlight beautiful as it maybe can never know, even as it weaves throw the leaves and trees

we are entangled far worse

 if words can send shivers down are spines, i guess the touch of our palms would just run riots, disrupt the machinery within

quotes

reality is such a knock-off

never underestimate life. if you think you're fucked and life cannot get any worse, think again.

fools gold

i don't know whether you belong to nature, or in nature, but when i look at you, i see nature itself. in you i see nothing but every single element that makes it up. you're not just human, you're more. you're the earth building a structure, mud by mud pore by pore, you're the wind sailing through the structure, you're the water soothing the structure, you're the fire that burns within. you're the nightbringer, the shadow, the shade. you're the morning start, fresh breath and wings. you're everywhere, you can disintegrate, merge, rise.

you don't need a room, a house
the forests were made for you

the lake your bath
the moonlight the mood lighting

only the palms betray your true form
your true origins

human is just a shape, and
as you walk along the sunset
only i shall know what besets your shadow

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because only i can see it, only i have the eyes
and in that you're mine, in that you're my slave
you may be my muse and my goddess
but in that you're my slave

remembering fatimah

she walked in wrapped in white and blue
with an innocent grin on her face
jesting, naughty, free and smart
she easily lit up the place

her smile, her easiness was of natural fibre
acting wasn't about acting at all
she walked with a book of leaves prised to her chest
there was such life within

then she came one night, hurried in fashion
a shawl wrapped around her
with hair falling and never ending
and eyes twinkling through and through

there she stood slim on toes
with the backdrop of the night
the night cowered behind
her fairy had landed

as we sat together and talked
her hair touched my face
it was as if we'd known each other
laughing over and over by the parking lot

it was to be cut short
the day she came to me in her salwar
we spend the day stealing glances at each other
with the rest of the world uproar

time has a funny way of playing
and began another adventure
she became the master
and me the hungry pastor

she wore a lot other pretty things
but the prettiest she wore was her hair
the beads, the simple cotton fabric, the torn jeans
were mere appendages to garment
that flowed like the night river

that river celebrated everytime
we shared the night sky and moonlight
we spend many a time fumbling and fondling

there were those times
she was wrapped like a mafia at midnight
there were those times
we stayed up talking all night

we shared dreams, aspirations and visions
we shared hopes, ideas and our bodies
we also shared our souls and existence
we shared everything we had and
we shared everything we could offer

there were times when she wore yellow
there were times when she wore orange
there were times when we talked for hours
with her sitting by the window sill

we comforted and motivated
we cheered as a team
we made jokes and were naughty
we walked, drove and rode

we felt elation together
we hid together and
we admired together
we resented together

as i look back upon those moments, i realize
the best way to know what attracted you
is to remember a memory
only the thing that attracted you will be there
and the rest will be a haze
and you're flooded all over the place

we began a journey
i didn't know i could feel this way
i guess i didn't know to love
and i guess you were on your search for it

we still haven't found
but i hope you do
i really do
both love and and peace