WHAT SHE'S NOT

Confused and attracted is how I feel, 

That began the story the day I met she, 

For I was mesmerized from she's not,
She's no sun yet she's glow,
She's no moon yet she's bright,
She's no angel yet she beautiful,
She's no tailor yet she mend my heart,
She's no potter yet mold my home,
She's no coach yet I'm her world best player,
She's no lecturer yet I learn from her,
She's no star yet she shine,
She's no number yet she's my perfect 8,
She's that diamond every man what to own, 

Yet my lack of resourcefulness and timidity divest me from her....

II

To her I'm but like a glass, cause all of me is so vivid to her,
She's no detective but she knows my crimes,
She just convicted me recently to a life of love so far away,
She's the reason I'm quick to wake when I go to bed,
She's the reason I'm full of emotion,
Yet so hungry to love.

Ladoime
05/06/2015

MY ANNABELLE

Smiles on lips,
Just like tulips,
Calm in face,
Just like a dove,
Yet heart blazing,
With fire within.


Of all zodiac,
She's as proud as queen,
And of all animal,
She represent the king,
Her roar she'd believe,
Could end the world,
But her thought to me all just in words.


Heart of a lion friendly like a dog,
And her presence attract all in hall,
From which she'd learn to reject,
Iridescent looks and intelligent brain,
What she possess became another possession.


Not in "fact" but yet in thought,
Thoughts of words,
Words of mind,
Yet unspoken truth.


For if the words are let out,
It will be the basis of rise or death,
Rise to grace but dead at heart,
For those who'd dare,
It the story of another tale.


Yet when  it all seem true,
Perhaps too true to be real,
Making me so me that I'd love to be someone else,
And so vulnerable I'd need to hide,
Hide from truth,
The truth in me and the me in I,
But the knowledge of she is what I'd keep at heart,
And the friendship I'd value for life.

Cyborg 1/05/2016

BROTHERHOOD

Bored I felt,
When I should be alive,
Forsake by cronies who'd promise to be forever here,
Though not with anyone but me,
With half time whistle they all disappeared,
Forced into loneliness,
I began to alter my allegiance,
With my other friends,
Those who I've always aspire to understand,
With a good rapport,
A different pot of fish,
From a high fence,
I gazed down upon them,
Making explanation for their various action,
Of how beauty could knee in for a beast,
And the one's creating sounds for the soul,
Side by side they sat next to each other,
Like brothers from the same mother,
Depicting the africa traditional character for brotherhood,
I could all but be sad,
Realisation that the mother of all is Eve,
Cause my lips to be painted in smiles and kisses,
All in my imaginary world,
Yet in reality,
Brotherly bond broken by the sword of despair,
That which they wield against each other,
With the threat of death and bruise looming,
And innocent mediator suffering all consequences,
But in the end they all had soften heart and loving soul,
Yet with lots of unspoken words it was all over...
That the story of saturn day....

ladoime
02/20/2016