Melting Me Down

Can the body and mind, time melt 
With social science of chemistry wrangling 
Bones, thoughts, hair and skin of this craze 

Right beneath the grounds where I stand 
Will my blood boil and melt me down 
To do away with the stress that holds 

Can I be excused and be given an escape clause 
 A re-set button to start all over again again 
Like a clay sculpture crushed to be remolded again 

Would that be the reincarnation of me 
Mine revealed  to show the weight of source 
Unplugged sockets of accentuation to live  

Magic of life

Surround your mind with patience 
Allow visions time to capture 
And share these pictures of beauty 

The world is a beautiful place 
When speed is slowed to the pace of happiness 
And rushed emotion is called to calm 

Do not use oversight as extenuation 
Lose sight of what we came for 
And misplace the wonder magic of life 

I shall make butterfly wings 
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen 
And admire the alluring colour it holds 

To show that beauty is simple 
To say beauty is with joy 
That beauty is what the eyes opens up to 

Wild Stallion

Silk lay hanged on wheat fields 
She stood captivating with dancing in the wind 
The sun out, the calm winds  
Blows to give flight 


Silk delicately lay hang on leaves   
Such grace, she holds, she bares 
This thus gives it, its beauty  
A beauty adored, only of her kind 


Through the windows of my eyes 
I see such beauty, vulnerability 
She sits like a fairy creature 
Blows happiness in the air, with dance
Delicately expressed like the butterfly wings


And I yearn to have presence in here realm
She holds purity, she holds love
The winds are perfect in her world
I hope I guard her sanctity 
It is my wish to do so


I am sure, I am up to the task 
I itch to do so, with vigour 
Yet I fear I come with rougher winds
On the backs of wild stallions 


It threatens to blow her off her hang, 
Her utopia in paradise  
I hope I guard her sanctity
I fear I may bring her pain 

I See Allure

I see with sight, in sight..

What words can not distort, 

Or disfigure in sugar coats,...

Of  the sweet or sour;..

With sight, in impact, 

Stunned in reactions felt..

A strong reaction that is..

In feeling's passion, ..

And  passionate tear drops trickle..

That which I can not deny..

Demanded by concern, ..
Conscious, conscience to act..

Painting a vivid image in my memory box..

Of flash lights, in flash back's quiver..

I see with eyes, in sight..

Light years, before I reach..

In sight, what words ..
Can not describe in marvel..

Left with an understanding..

Overwhelmed by emotional trigger..

On instincts trail..

A smile in sign language..

For still no words can describe..

What beauty beholds eyes, 
In sight seen, in capture

And I am left with aurora's ecstasy ..
A warm touch, in my heart's allure..

Oh, I do, I do have a soft spot for the eye..

Sight seen on painting

Brash strokes

On canvas walls  

All Things Beautiful

                                                                      Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas

If God created all things 
Bright and beautiful, flowers blossom 
Beautifully there is none so beautiful
As the beauty of a feminine temple


With soft and smooth hair
Skin that melts like chocolate, caramel in arms
With smooth voices that whispers
Lullabies into my ears, cloud nine 


From head to toe, I am enchanted
Falling in love, each time, every time 
With every curve, and contour moulded
Into position with perfection wants  
To the eyes of  the beholder, blessed and me too 


Caught without word in gaze, admiration    
Her eyes that looks back at me, with tease 
From the shoulders journey 
To the top front end of life's nourishment 


To the back, slowly hitting the
Back end that lifts up with praise 
Geography of poetic passion 
Contours, of sculpture that stands  


Down to the hips  
The front low end, of flower's blossom 
Drowned already suffocated
Enjoying being immersed, I 


By all things beautiful
Before being hit with the
Legs, in flamingo, lets dance 


What reluctant defense 
Can I put up, I as a man 
Born to be weakened and overpowered 
By the feminine temple, life on earth


If God created all things 
Bright and beautiful, flowers blossom  
None so beautiful, as the beauty of a woman 
Worshipped as a feminine temple