Love is a cornacopia of the richest fruits Life can bring. Susceptible to each silent sound Created in the mind. To every moment when the inner peace and

You gave my heart a Chinese burn When you said you didn’t want me You made it dead and fit for an urn Because you put it so bluntly. It transformed...

The eggs should be boiled Shells bashed in Yokes exposed to the sun The bread should be A tiger loaf And not toasted There should be No cups of tea...

All the sunsets since the creation Of the world, could never equal The beauty of Love found in the Human heart in one minute of Time.

the conclusion of Frequent Flyer

Thunder, rain, crash and pouring Seeking solace in earthen beds Light glints off metal dangers At which lightning roars past our heads See the tears rolling down Passed on by ethreal sorrow

Emotion flies freer than blood, than water It binds us together, and drives us apart Pain and suffering, bringers of destruction and despair Love and Joy, messengers of hope and happiness

Blood turns to dust with the crimson skies; Tears flow free through the streams of hate, As the fury of the damned passes us by In a breeze of torment and suffering lies