Ripples and waves in water, muddy and murky, what causes it?
where is the greatest source for good.Where does battle take place and who wins,
wherein lies the truth?The thinking man knows,
Of what is lust and desire made?Who controls and consumes,
And who courageous & bold to shower and give?
Those who doth need do,
yet do both.
-Ford.
Category: Poem
A Scorpion on my wall
You can keep those secrets,
You can keep those stones,
All that you want to keep,
she will keep them as her own.
You can hide as long as it takes,
till you figure out she knows it all along.
Yes, she can keep your secrets,
And she can keep your stones,
All that thing you’ve been keeping in your head,
She can keep ém all.
You can keep her by your side,
You can make her your own,
She don’t like to share her thoughts,
There’s no such thing as right or wrong,
So you can still keep your own.
She can top all the charts,
She can work all alone,
And you will find her right by your side,
Wondering how did she do it all along.
It will last than what longer means,
Longer with us two alone,
But you can keep your secrets,
and still do it all night long.
Whatever that means I wonder is up to your head,
but you can keep your own.
Cause she will keep your secrets,
Like she keeps her own.
I like the winner that chases you,
I like that obsession more,
’cause winning is the secret,
Do it all the more.
I have one confession,
I may’ve been lookin’ at all the places wrong,
I couldn’t keep this secret so I,
wrote it on my Wall.
keep up with the faith to keep,
keep one hand in arms,
it’ll be like this perfect picture framed for life,
so that you can throw those stones.
you can keep your secrets
you can keep your stones
But if you got the nerves to share,
then she will keep ’em as her own.
–The secret admirer
Approachable
That skin of yours is turning red,
the real colour is screaming out of your mascara,
the eyeliners give way to hints I have trouble deciphering,
those dimples are saying “darling come to me”.
Those hands are on your hips and chest,
on one side your hair have parted,
they give way to the eyes I am staring.
The other part has already fallen,
Down it flows and covers the other eye,
That hides whatever hint it could give,
If not for your nose you wouldn’t be human to me,
That tells me you are approachable,
Everything else, is so remarkable.
That’s all I have to say looking at one picture of you.
And there are so many to go through when the night is so young.
Celestial Flight
Time was knocking on my door
And when I opened
Suddenly the gush of wind caught me
And pulled me along with it
I was flying, being in its arms
And experiencing the space at last
Where there was no emotion
Not a residue of hallucination
As I rose higher , I saw the glitter
The bejeweled sky and the earth as star
“How mean!”, I asked the wind
“You want to possess me,
You took me so far.”
And then it replied,
Not that I don’t want to possess
not that I don’t want to love
But my fair lady,
can you know the beauty by being below
Can you measure the magnitude of the glow
See with me ,see the sun and the moon
See the morning glory and moonlight charm
I am the one who knows all the beauty and that’s why you are in my arms
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