My moon

You are my
Moon.
I can look
Upon your
Beauty but never
Feel your soft
Face.
I speak of your beauty,
You looking at me,
Yet my words never reach
You.

what being alive is

Rains sweet
scent after a
Cold long winter,
The flowers that
Follow after
Remind me what
Being alive is:
Beautiful

Silent Lover

Will I be the silent lover,
Will I watch all of the others?
Standing at the sidelines: still,
I wish for you with all my will
But you don't see my love for you,
My only wish is that you knew.

The Flower

Ah! But look at this flower now,

inhale it, and let it tickle your brow.

I smelt it first and now you too,

and now in us, does the scent brightly brew.

But you tell me this cannot be;

against all virtue, against any plea.

This flower gave such pretty scent;

In both of us does this perfume ferment,

so tell me why should we have to repent?

And now this scent we both do share,

Shouldn't we say we have no time to spare?

This flower is our love entwined

in us. We should take our love and combine.

It may be frowned upon for us,

but should we waste time to talk and discuss?

You want to pluck each petal off,

you think it folly, so you sit and scoff.

But these petals you pluck are your clothes: doff.

You offed the petals and killed it

hoping that doing so would make us split.

But as it was just a flower,

over us it did not have any pow'r

We can no longer smell the scent,

but we should not have worries or resent.

It was nothing to us at all

just something I used to charm and enthrall,

and so for us I hope love does befall.

Bus

He looked at them. Prettied up hair,high heal boots and jeaan jackets. Walking onto the bus, they dropped their change for the transfer. While they were walking by Rob, the bus took a sharp turn. Next thing he knew he felt a hand on his crotch. Looking at the girl, the first words that came to mind "well hello there, you mind taking your hand off my crotch?"
Embaraced, the girl got up and walked to the back of the bus to her friends. Every so often Rob would give a quick glance to the back of the bus. He saw her looking out the window. She looked at him and he quickly looked to the front of the bus. He took out his cell phone and used it as a mirror. She was looking at him. He decided if she got off at his stop he would talk to her. Looking nervously at his mirror cell phone, he saw her getting ready. Two minutes from his stop. Ding. She rang the bell. Getting up  she went to the door and got out. Watching her as the bus drove off, he wished that it was his bus stop too.

Why did you call?

“Hello? Why did you call?”

“I wanted to say I miss you

and I'm sorry for our fall.”

“Well, I've become anew

and haven't missed you at all.”

“Hello? Why did you call?”

“I want to see you again

can we meet at the mall?”

“I'd rather not, I think I will refrain.

I've moved on now. Next time don't bother to call.”

The street

The hustle and bustle
Of the city street.
The honking horns
And the fast walking feet.
Green light, red light,
Pedestrian light.
Walkers, bikers,
Drivers.
Women with
Big
Purses and dogs,
Men with scarves
And fancy watches.
Loosing sight of
What is authentic
To keep up with
The hustle and bustle.

Haikus

Sunflower

Sunflowers, chasing

the rising and setting sun,

never grow tired.

Wind

The wind on my face

Reminds me of the good times

but this wind is cold.

Melting

The snow is melting,

dog shit is everywhere now

but summer is soon.

The Jump

I look
Down.            
They say it's
like hitting a
Thousand
Feathers all at once.
Jump they
Told me. I
Watched them fall
Until
I couldn't see them.
I closed my eyes,
And let
myself fall. I feel the
Wind in my face;
A fan blowing.
I open my eyes and
See my
end comming.
I land on
Pavement        
And splatter.              
My end:
To give life
To a
Plant.

Pain

I can't contain

this pain,

it's pulsating through

my veins.

My composure I try

to maintain

But these voices inside

aren't sane.

I look down

memory lane

and realize I'm

on the wane.

This pain

is tied to me

like a chain

and the only way to

put out this Flame,

Is when it comes time

to rain.

Echo and Rumble

I can feel it rumble inside me,

you echo through my soul.

Oh divine, divine.

I wake in the night in a sweat

at the sound and sight of you.

You flash me like creamy white thighs,

and groan with joy.

You dance around in my view

like a prancing pony.

I hear you spitting at my door,

and I wait

till you grow tired

so I

can

sleep.

I've heard

I've heard it
Said
That when the
Moon is red,
Somebody's heart's
Been broken.
And
The rain
that comes
Is only there to
Numb the
tears
that keep on
falling.

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Seasons

Your love is like a garden in the summer

in Montreal: flourishing and beautiful.

Your scent is like the most expensive myrrh

and the flowers are all around bountiful.

Walking through this garden I can smell your love.

And birds sing their songs harmoniously.

And perfect cotton candy clouds float above

But the clouds are ignored, you are all I see.

But when fall comes,your petals crumble and shrivel

and when winter hits, you turn so icy cold

I walk this cold garden, head low and I snivel.

Whatever happened to those fun days of gold?

Your love used to keep my heart warm all day long

But now I know for each other we were wrong.