Sweetheart...

Serenity resides in me
As your eyes sketch me in
the most dazzling scene
Glinting at the end of your eyebrows
And when your lips starts to depart
You made me feel beauteous
You called me name,Sweetheart
Slowly i melt in the glamorous,
Inviting pleasantries of your voice
Like no one ever could before
Somehow tide shows i did the apt choice
And I could ecstatically savor
How your love made all things low-key
Laying me in the terrain of tranquility.

For the Anchor of My Soul

I am remarkably gleaming in the dark


Holding this exquisite feeling,like my last attempt to soar believing,


Someone has finally decided to take


The flight to heaven with me


To see the repartee amidst darkness


And took me to a beatified walk into moonlight


Beyond the fences of our dreams we saw


A beautiful view,the moment our eyes meet.






For all the love


I thank you sweetheart


For the compelling feeling we have while facing the river


For my lengthy,black hair swaying in your breath


Every time you leaned forward and whisper in my ears "I love you"


For all the time you gaze at me and the moon lurch out


For the flame of passion you wrap around me


Every moment you made me feel it's valentines' day






My fresh dew,in the grass,for all seasons;


A flowing stream of stillness and calm;


My love,sometimes i can't believe you're real


God gave you to me to turn to


And you to need me to love


He handed me a handsome King


For me to gently put on my soft sweet wings


Everything took a turn for the better.

Annex of Reverence

I think I am;
so in-love.
a glowing rose bud on a healthy stem.
Notice my existence.
Far beyond my radiance.
Is beautiful;magical.
Somewhere in the busy street not an ordinary lady
but,an exemplary love.
A love that cheers everyone around
in their  stygian and tumultuous times.
an explicit homo sapien.
benefactor of paradise.
the product of heavenly dreams.
A river of fidelity.
Dreamer.
Zestful.
Fiancée.




and sweetheart


All I have;
is happiness.
Enigmatic confidence.
fueled;
by your fervent essence.


But am I really this inlove?
This shiny pearl from the shell
Methinks:
You gaze at me as.
A venus with the crown of stars.
Could this be substantive;
or is it a make-believe.
I am being held high.


Inside the Indian Restaurant:
At the loving table,we stare
to the future that awaits us
valuing gravity;
they save vitalizing me.


I believe 
I'm too passionate
So poetical,high blown
to notice the brittle aeons of mortals.
either intangible or virtual expo.
Sense my words
Explore my world
Floral chart and skilled sketch.


Utterly stunning
With all the pleasant adjective to state
And if the darts of vile words attack
none would stain my sweet ambrosia
as I am;
to the nth degree
in love.


And my entity:
is a 
glowing rose bud
on a healthy 
stem
with redden petals.
You are air;
my breath
You are sun;
my light
eternal love.
life.

a love note to STEWART 1

I love you my love...for thousand times,for million times the clouds walk in the sky over night and over day.I love you in countless ways...in countless times.In times when time itself freezes when I look at your face as you smile(that gives me so much joy),in times when your breathe became mine,until time will bring me to my grave someday,the love i have for you will remain awake.Through ages,it will bloom on summer,on autumn,on winter through spring...Because it is what my love is...for you.Timeless.And as long as my heart feels the very gentle blow of oxygen:a kiss of your love's sincerity,in the vastness of nothingness,i will rise up as a burning phoenix.Glowing.In my eyes,you will remain the most handsome man with the heart that i would willingly kiss for its goodness.


Stewart, you will never age in my eyes because I LOVE YOU...I ADORE YOU.To my last embrace,to my last kiss and to my last breath,You will be the only one...for my eyes,your home.For all times you will be my love...

Sweet Destiny

I watch you sleep so still
And slowly my heart fills
My marrow with the scent of your love
A very special gift from above
I am swimming in the sweetness of your smile
My thoughts wandering on the golden aisle
Seeking beauty of endless bliss
As fresh as the rejuvenating daisies
Twenty,forty...years and more
A sweet incense euphoria none will ignore
While the world is yawning under the pale moonbeams
Here i am watching all my nirvanic dreams
Turn into reality as i touch your face
Here in our world where no devil races
Only angels singing ethereal symphony
And a love formed in purity...our sweet destiny.

My Mom

Everyone feels such emptiness:the void
dimmed the sky and confused the earth.

No one was spared from the hell on earth.

Emptiness speaks,
harshly to me,
a bitter kiss,
a pale star
where moments
have
cold blood rushing,
deadening time table
and dummied fears.

None have witnessed
until my irregular
inhaling and exhaling
of the polluted
oxygen
were leading me to ruin
with cyclones of emotions
suffocating me in the library
of woes and blues;
books veiled
by the void.

Until my mom was there
the sun set
beyond its limit
and filled the void.

The Young Victims of Sex Trade

While the world is busy

Rotating madly on its axis

They were stacked in a half-dozen high,

Concrete cages,

Waiting for their turn

To be exploited,

Tainted,

Trafficked,

Sold...

Innocent girls as young as five

Trapped on the blockade of no-more dreams

Where their blood-curdling screams

Were persecuted inside them

Deprived..

Of being heard...

Behind those walls are painful cries

Pleas (for education),

Fears (for self worth),

Traumas (for AIDS...for Alienation)

Have you seen/heard/felt them?

They were there...

Somewhere...

God knows what they feel...

The trembling of their knees

The first time the lining of their dreams

Were sliced evilly...

Lacerated...

The nipples of their hopes

Brutally clawed by the beast

Of different races

In less than ten hours

They were there...

Somewhere...

Paining...

Penning their blues in the wind

The words behind their silent weeping

In every excruciating night

Nights and days of drowning

In the language of the sex trade

And not a ghost of a chance

The eons of light invade

Their infant lamenting souls

God knows what they feel

They were there...

Somewhere