MI MAMA

My lips will twist
To say it;
I will force the air out my lungs
In a whistle which will not be heard,
To say it.
Not mama?
I have said in smiles
Mi mama,
With passion, in best hope
Not mama anymore
But juana?
Juana ,
My lips will twist
To call you aloud

Our Empire: Car chase

Our Empire: Car chase: "Their passing steps towards the car And the unthinkable will happen A crowd in haste A seat in a chase Like an army of bees Through a hole..."

( )

I love it when alone
To face you alone
Your stern look and glances
Your dazing silence in wait
To cheer or hoot in loudness

In the pub

Take a walk with me
Pleaded I
through the dark
within the room at night
flooded with hoisted flags
their various choices of clubs
As we walk through the pool calmly gathered
and yet our clothes not wet
our minds will work
will do all the walk.
Amidst the silent minds
the lone voice will rhyme
showing the way
clearing the doubting rage
the turbulent fall to sublime.

The traveler

On the sun deck I cannot see
At those who wave me I weep
Along the shores waiting and wishing
My honey comb to fall, sweet in a pack.
Their words the waves swallow
Their sight the tides hide
Till their efforts and strength subside.
Yet will I soar with the oars
My honey comb in hand across the seas
The rays to trace till my sun sleeps

( )

He gave me a stick
And I threw it away to crawl
A hand during the shake
And I watch to fall
Like a mighty albatross the fall

covered emotions

Many a time I have looked through
Those convincing bright eyes
And have left it unsaid
Fury and fume dissipated
Like solid ice into flowing water
...Calming and cooling my tempest high
An irresistible attraction
Two bodies sitting in silence
Pride concealing their deepest emotion