GRAMMARIAN'S GRAVENESS

I can’t stand, I can’t hold                                                               

With the wildness of words                                                           

Marching through their maneuver adeptness,                          

Slaving my shrewdness,                                                                

Delivering me in dullness and greediness.                                 

Oh word, word of words!                                                             

How could I be?                                                                              

As grammarian as she could be                                                   

Like daffodily’s dainty brightness,                                             

Like lions aggressiveness.                                                            

Yes, I am grammarian, I am good                                            

But I want lucratively exceed,                                                  

More than what she owned                                                         

A halloo of cry, like the clucking of hen,                                   

For I am defeated.                                                                         

So it’s better for me                                                                        

To flow in the Red Sea                                                                   

For the salty act of shame,                                                           

That I failed to be                                                                            

As grammarian as she could be.                                                            

For the thousand eyes,                                                                  

That judges me frivolously                                                              

Happy are they                                                                               

To witness my wake                                                                     

For I failed to be                                                                             

As grammarian as she could be.           

BLACK NIGHTSHADE

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle is rushing

The bells are ringing

The Warmongers are attacking.

The end has started,

Fears of the lad

Rivers of blood

Face of overwhelming odd,

Making everyone to fight

Till night.

Until no one is breathing,

And everybody's dying

Leaving

Begging for peace,

Mercy and space.

In this world of darkness 

Let there be happiness,

So we can build progress

Let there be love

So we can fly like a dove

And under pain of death, we can move

Let there be me and you

So we can color the world with hue.

I LIVE...

I live to Love

Like the flying dove.

I live to Learn

To be able to Discern.

I live to Travel

In this world full of Marvel.

I live to be Happy

Despite of problems, that choppy.

I live with God

For He is my Dad.

I live with my Family

To provide them jolly.

I live with others

So we can be Brothers.

I live with everything

For me to achieve Anything.

I live to live

For I want to do good things before I Leave!

MEMORIES

Time past, as trees grow old,

I strongly hold

On this story unfold,

As it started one evening of cold.

I saw you in vain,

With a long breath, you're in pain

How pathetic, for you to drain

The strength your holding in.

I cried, for I can't take

To see you ready to break

All of these I seek

Is for you to recover from sick.

But you are not permitted 

To live as requested,

You fly in nowhere,

Where I can't see you forever in clear!

MOTHER

I walk...

With something to talk,

I cried

For I never tried

To let you know,

That you makes me grow

Thank you!

For you brightens my life with hue

And you builds my path

Which success I hath

Love I offer,

For you deserve it Mother,

And I will be grateful forever

For I have you my Lover!