My Life Story

the story of my life is a limerick written from the shimmering beach of Neverland by a drunk, whose hand can reach for the floating satellites, but only when sober. whose eyes can see through the thickened fog-the lofty castles and the glory of the unknown. whose ears can hear the screams from the shadows …

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NIRVANA

Once upon a hill I sat in my thoughts Amid  the dampness from the mildew On the green lawn, The mild scent of the blooming flowers Drove me to fantasy…. I was drifting in the colorful clouds, With my feet having trails of stardust I could see the glossy satellites and touch their moons And …

AQUAMARINE

  like many beryls his heart was a large crystal with limpid transparency and clarity it reflected the warm light he hid within Calm and full of passion Valiantly taking in the mishaps of life, His staunch heart never failed him Learning on the journey to fame   He always visited fantasy, In which the …

Walk Of Shame

 I muster strength as I stride across my jeering present Blocking my ears and my eyes down through the jibing boulevard The road to my present was full of the crushed souls I trampled on, ..the debris of many hearts that burned for me, the blood of my competitions …and the songs of a sorrowful mother …

SURREAL SUMMER

The roads became smaller and familiar, I could remember the houses I visited during Christmas for the traditional children dance that my age group did then in exchange for treats, the houses were now old and overgrown with weed and wild flowers, I wondered where the “then” Influential owners were, most of them were government …

Beneath Your Beautiful

************************** Those eyes of yours disguise the pours --the weltering rains of hurt... Your radiant face and brimming grace... in deepest dark divert. Dulcet whispers, comely smiles... --how could you feel so weak? The lonesome whiles...You do beguile all of those who see. That lilting voice, such eloquent speech... in truth they wish to tell, …