My only Kryptonite.....

Amidst the resilient aura of this loquacious entirety

Hidden is the weakness that only a few knows the prophesy

The potent, conflicting, independent, authoritative force

The robust, sting, sharp and innovative source

Hidden inside this stalwart physique of evident beauty

Within the one they call the savior of an advent melee

From a distance the infirmity does exist in an open air

The life, the strife, the present, the future, the reason of glare

Amidst the arrogant stance, the shrill voice, the undulating hair

Beneath the flashy garments, the alluring charm, the reliable fair

Is the secret that is half known, the blurry that is partly shown

The soft scrape of proud façade, the mix of pink and green silently moan

Hidden underneath this man of steel, this bird, this plane, this superman

Within this laser blasting eyes, this corpulent lips, this artist, this soft hand

I learned, I lived, I love that…

Everything you say i will do

I learned, I lived, I love that...

My only Kryptonite

is

YOU

Ass in you she don’t fade….

With impish smile, sloping its head

With changing hair soft as bread

It looks and occasionally sound smart

But breath so foul fuck its like a fart

Deceiving presence with its innocent entirety

Soon it’ll reveal its crushing stupidity

Its purpose to be ridden to carry stuff

But its damn weak, its might is a bluff

What is it, Is it a camel, is it a horse?

Legends say, just read it, full of rumors

Why does it exist, it’s a useless creature

It’s an impediment, a stupid loser

But they do exist, they are around

To play, to fool, put your mind on the ground

So when this is encountered, do ponder fast

Because an ass should only be made for an ass

Nobody knows.... ME

Parched with the heat of forlorn life

Lack of fresh air slicing resembling knife

Dried in the desert of abandoned love

Being paid with fatigue rise and fallen dove

 

Unknown, invisible to strife’s lineage

With inconsistent showing of supposed bondage

With clandestine thoughts of bothering conduct

Awful river of tears on the cot the product

 

Perplexed with conflicting treatment of devotion

Relying on petals of flowers for the prediction

Clueless of scenes, deprived of even small lexis

When a heart breaks, breakeven lacks its axis

 

Probing cure, emerge thy presence in front of a glass

Sick and tired of hearing “this too shall pass.”

Sublime angel of the furthermost vigor intensity

Heal this dilemma cause nobody knows it but me….

HOAXY THE CLOWN part 2…

Attached and feeling deserted

It came with a smile with and a mind perverted

Shared jiffies of peculiar excursions

With declaration of amiable illusions

 

It maneuvered the jaunt with smolder mugs

Introduced the carnival and shared the hugs

In the shore it projected mammoth laughs

Bits of pieces of iniquity hidden in half’s

 

Everybody ruminate base on the looks

Everybody forgets to not judge the books

It will be loved, you will be drawn

It will be amusing, you will be torn

 

Keep that smile, keep that bliss

Cause day will come it will be amiss

Unfair is the world of cackle and glares

Hoaxy – the metaphor of DAWN spares

 

 

 

TROUBLE

Been there done that, been with 288

Still the longing, hoping for that enviable fate

Grieving for that fanatical lasting bliss

Searching, checking, it’s not in any of my list

 

Same shit, different day - what I always say

Good looks and charm, be smart everyday

Discussion with all kinds of life

All ends with a certain kind of strife

 

Music – my neverland, my rainbow, my drugs

Family – my source, my force, they give all shrugs

Friends – my drink, my jugs, my lasting aid

Loves – my kiss, my life, my bliss to get laid

 

What am I, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing

Where am I, I don’t know where the fuck I’m going

When will I, be pleased with this earths entirety

Who am I….. need to figure… need to find me…

Missing...

I miss my son, his quatit laughs

His soft voice and naughty acts

 

I miss my mom, asking me where I was

Who I’m with, if I’m ok, to call her was a must

 

I miss my sisters, our small talks, our sharing story

Scolding me about not picking the right kind of lady

 

I miss my friends, drinks, trips, crazy stunts

Loitering, bombing, lasses one of the hunts

 

I miss them all, I miss the time I’m with them

I miss the places we go, every moment was a gem

 

I miss …  dodon … papu … closet … under the bed …

 

I miss myself.

BLIND date...

I walk in streets without my cane

Nomadic on the colors of visual pain

Virgin skin of a gullible safe coat

My mind hoping for days without loath

 

Suddenly a miracle appeared in my identity

A flash of hope within – a curiosity

My prayers, my desire, my dream, my faith

All of a sudden I feel its worth the wait

 

A lady with open mind and innocent grin

With questions “where have you been?”

A diverse being, a different culture

An eminent soul, a heart so pure

 

Then dawn breaks, suddenly a sight

A visual fantasy, I caress the light

Swiftly I see the colors that I just once memorized

Akin to bliss, delusion, veneration mesmerized

 

But lightning strike my window to fantasy

I woke up, it was only a dream, never was a reality

I should have known best that it was only another sham

I should have known best it was a transparent scam

A devious world, a wrong panorama

Facts of life are full of depraved drama

Now that I had a glimpse of what can be seen

I’d rather be blind again, with harmony of silence I keen

 

I walk in streets without my cane

Nomadic on the colors of visual pain

Virgin skin of a gullible safe coat

My mind hoping for days without loath

FIRE AND ICE

Warmth soul of the fickle strife afar from touch of soft hands

The flame of dawn scene echoes beneath the foreign lands

Cold period of yearning a piece to this entire existence

Wintry voice of a tired soul a word of persistence

 

Hot stroke of mourn with every note that lingers the ear

Hammy furred the delicate skin with whisper – I am here

Icy days of bemused questions… of wonder… of lust

Moist the mirror it fades it dissolves it shows the trust

 

Drunk as drunk in the tavern of jovial and two sex

Unconscious minds laid in a mat of king hex

NC – founding the Fire of trouble……… ice of strife

Oblivious veneration we eat, we moan, we survive life

WAHABAHADI...

It’s not a bad idea after all

That you chose to be with me

It’s not a bad idea after all

That you chose to love me

Cause come to think of it

We were the opposite

Come to think of it

We almost did quit

Come to think of it

You didn’t like me, and I didn’t like you

But look at us now, so happy together

Look at us now, can’t live without each other

Its not a bad idea after all

That you I chose to be with you

Its not a bad idea after all

That I chose to love you

Cause come to think of it

You’re not even sweet

Come to think it

I hated your wit

Come to think of it

I didn’t like you, and you didn’t like me

But look at us now, so happy together

Look at us now, can’t live without each other

if you love me, call me...

What is amiss that is so hard to recognize

The appraise that is so sheer in your eyes

What is the signal that lingers in the mind

The thought that was acutely kind

 

Where is the smoke of the burning blaze

The tie that agreed to be gripped amidst the daze

Where is the fusion of warmth sentiment

The reason to hold this oblivious excitement

 

Why baffle between angels and demons

The cause of entirely hazed confusions

Why mirror behind an old distorted thought

The rationale in arrears all these was brought

 

When will the sincere conversation ensue

The last sign of a fairy tale coming true

When is the ultimate awaited kiss

The answer to what will make dawn bliss….

Beautiful Stranger

Your eyes trailed my shadow as I entered the room

I walked without a heed straight to be loom

 

I had my gulps and you had yours

Separate index but there was a force

 

Drawn to your presence I was magnetized

Risk of pride rolled like a dice

 

Banter was exchanged by our sounds

With pranks and laughs we shared common grounds

 

You adored my voice and my witty charm

The moment was faultless, spicy without a harm

 

With hope, faith and a thousand smiles we left the noisy corner

If it’s meant to be we will meet again… my Beautiful Stranger

HOAXY THE CLOWN

With all your drama, with all your shticks

The actions you make are full of tricks

With all your touch, with all your lies

Damn you were an imp in disguise

 

With all your yells, with all your story

Now I see you as nothing but a phony

With all your swindles, with all your acts

I said “What the fuck? ” None of them were facts

 

With all your laugh, with all your evil grin

Its deception, being vain is a sin

Go to hell you stupid clown

May the rest of your life be full of frown….

WORTH

You called me weak, you called me a fool

You called me idiot you used me as a tool

You read my utterance you ask if it’s you

I answer who else, but nobody knew

 

You called me unstable, you called me broke

You called me impatient, my heart you poke

You question me every now and then

If I am just one of those pervert men

 

You called me savior, you called me true

You called me charming and I believed you

You say your worship, you say your care

With crying eyes on me you stare

 

You gave me faith, you gave me hope

All these you have whispered, made and wrote

You said you need time until your stable state

But you forgot to ask yourself “am I worth the wait?”

P.D.A.

Travelled late than what was agreed on

Met at the gate of the HIT's place

The crazy drove the aged sedan

Watching its visage was indeed fun

Arrived at the grand’s domicile

Was welcomed with veritable smile

Gobbled on the lovely fare

Happiness around in genuine share

Searched for the sand to settle down

Was looking for tipple for us to drown

Played along the shore of pleasure

Ecstasy surrounding the air was pure

Headed back, tired as hell

But extreme bliss was in the face all can tell

Had feast, had laughs, had cheers to say

That concludes the breathtaking P.D.A

2W…3M…1Y?

I cry myself to sleep

Close my ogle after the weep

Staring at your portrait is all I can do

It’s the closest thing to be beside you

 

I hold my buzz and look for your name

Tempted to call, its driving me insane

But I have to direct this draining will

And just wait for your move to feel

 

Two weeks, three months, one year…

Will you wait until I’m no longer here…

Will you just throw this delicate soul

But don’t you worry, I know I won’t be a sole…

 

I wish you well, this I’ll tell

I wish you bliss with every kiss

I pray that you will find what you’re looking for

All the best, all the hopes, all the open shore

M.A.ry...

In the still of the night
Her arms holding me so tight
Her skin sliding mine
Her eyes stared like the stars shine

Her mouth swallowed
The tongue followed
Her wet lips I taste
My hands on her face

She leaked and bit my neck
With thousands of petty pecks
Her hands grabbed my chest
Her temptation was more than a test

She held my delicate means
Interleave in her frail flower
We danced with formidable grace
Passion, fervour, adoration was our shower

We lounged on our backs
On my shoulder she rested
Closed our eyes with beams
I cry... Damn I’ve been molested....

ENOUGH

Enough thinking, enough reflection

Enough waiting for that certain indication         

Enough doubts for crying out loud

Enough searching for the dawning of a cloud

Enough pain, stop being insane

Enough asking is he more than a name

Enough trying, enough playing hide and seek

Enough closing that door, “I love you” you should speak...

MAKING THE CHOICE...

Start with what you like, make the hike, get off your bike…

Look at the stars, don’t put any bars, forget all scars…

Listen to the breeze, feel the mist, let go of all disease…

Smell the scent with the silence of lent, don’t say you can’t…

Feel the warmth without harm, stare at its overwhelming charm...

Achieve the make believe – follow what the heart conceive…

Love the bold, arms to hold, make it the Greatest story ever told…

Piano, cards, songs with K ii S

After labor we went straight to the domicile

Chilled, smoked had a yak

Gave a choice, the living or the cradle

Without a doubt, the cradle is the space to slack

 

Sat, laid, while the piano was played

Watched, thought, while veneration was fought

Rehearsed, converse in the still of the night

Spades, flowers, diamonds, hearts below the room’s light

 

Called, ordered waited for the rations

Laughed, frowned, thinking of questions

Washed, consumed, drank, washed again

Eyes, hands, skin, a touch pretend

 

Listened, adored, searching for a song

Found, sang, desired it lasted long

Swayed, played to the hymns that will miss

Knuckles, plans, trips, double smiles, all done with a K ii S

TAKE ME AWAY

What are you looking for, why the wait?

Who told you to leave it all to faith?

I might be gone, I might pass away

“It’s not meant to be,” is that what you’ll say?

 

Time is but a measurement

An excuse for fools

You wonder, you wish, you hope

Or those are just statements, part of your usual tools

 

Be brave, be strong

This is real, this is the dream coming true

Enough doubts, enough thinking twice

Soon you’ll know, my kind is even less than two

 

I will wait, I might have patience

For a day, for weeks, for months come what may

Make that call, make that reposition

Just cry… take me away!!!