Home » 2015 » May

Monthly Archives: May 2015

Unrest Soul: Stand close

You built Earth below the neat place I call Home
And the hot sun is so cold beneath your throne,

Yet your degree is sub-zero cooler than an ice
I know and I agree; I can’t look at You in the eyes:

But this faith I have; must it always be blind?
…My soul is unrest; and mystery is unkind.

These scattered puzzle; to me is unwind
Human knows; righteousness is hard to find,

Especially when hardship cries and hails
So I humbly plead; Just let me Inhale:

Let me inhale your miraculous Exhale…
Stand close to me, for these enemies are whales.

Expression Eruption: Heart in Love

I’ve some pretty female friends
Whose endowment is bless
Side to side from end to ends

Love is a dream and reality a lustful event
Written letters often torn and burnt
They make me gape at ashes beside a mirror invent.

Wondering what they don’t see
Honey is sweet but where’s the bee
That stung lovers into a forever sea.

I’ve some pretty female friends
That says: we are just friends
A heart in love is a radio of all kinds.

But the music it sings, is same old song
– “Just friends” yet controlled for long
Admirably hugs; I cover the pit I dug.

Each time I pass through the corner bends
To a never return, I get lost but I’m always found
Same time; lust beyond angels can mend.

Expression Eruption: Ancestors songs

Look deep into the eyes of the Sun
Never end the challenge you begun
Especially when shades can be worn.
We are steps, our children should climb on
The ancestors aren’t dead they watch on
Our struggles on earth and accomplishment.

Did you die? Cheer up life has rebegun
Yes it all ends, with or without a gun
Give praise, bullets are made for a gun.
Child: You are my homespun leather skin
The world is a sea, see and swim
Life is experienced, it isn’t cheap but a ship-

Bosun you are! So direct your path
Millions contended: yet you won your part
With a spirit of never give-up by my artefact
You swam slowly straight into her tiny egg
Our biochemistry gave you a childish leg
Child: watch with a sense, it is your edge!

Walk and work, if you die, life is an unending part
What memories, art and act
Should the Earthworm seize not to hear?
Should the ancestors cry that you wreck its’ height?
Or should they sing that you added more blocks?
Child: live a life that leaves for your child to peacefully live.

%d bloggers like this: