The heart has its language
It is invisible yet very tangible
It moves in ways you can hardly decipher
It is sometimes weird and creepy
Yet it's dialect is lucid and very succinct
Transient yet so residual
it's message is delivered even beyond its titles
Beyond the wilds of the Mombassa peaks
To the sand dunes of the Kalahari
From the troubled fronts of the Darfur region
To the peaceful domes of Greece
The heart speaks.....Read More on PAGES
Me, me, me. Depicting the other side of me that could be calm, tender, and passionate yet wild, eccentric, and all absolving
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Femme Fatale
You are alluring and seductive
You ensnare with your charms
In bonds of irresistible desire
Compromise becomes of your lover
You are superficial yet supernatural
You are a vampire, a female monster, an enchantress
Well versed and most prolific
You are the euphemism of stock character
Embodied in the art of literature
Archetypal to say the least
You hypnotize, you entrance, you enthrall.....Read More on PAGES
You ensnare with your charms
In bonds of irresistible desire
Compromise becomes of your lover
You are superficial yet supernatural
You are a vampire, a female monster, an enchantress
Well versed and most prolific
You are the euphemism of stock character
Embodied in the art of literature
Archetypal to say the least
You hypnotize, you entrance, you enthrall.....Read More on PAGES
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Reminiscence of You!
Until I met you
All I knew about love
Was how to live without it
You were sunshine in a cold, dark enclave
Warmth that melted the cold grip of harmattan
And made flowers blossom with zest
You were everything I’d ever wanted
Needed or hoped for
The most wonderful aspect however
The quintessence was
That convincing thought you loved me
Even beyond the superficial or superfluous
You see, beneath the aura of success
The ambience of affluence
That most people take for success
Lies that inner craving that is incomplete......Read More on PAGES
All I knew about love
Was how to live without it
You were sunshine in a cold, dark enclave
Warmth that melted the cold grip of harmattan
And made flowers blossom with zest
You were everything I’d ever wanted
Needed or hoped for
The most wonderful aspect however
The quintessence was
That convincing thought you loved me
Even beyond the superficial or superfluous
You see, beneath the aura of success
The ambience of affluence
That most people take for success
Lies that inner craving that is incomplete......Read More on PAGES
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