Pictures of You

As much as I stare

they don't speak as loud as they did

As much as I touch the hands

they seem not to wave back at me

The city lights, the buildings, the beaches

The green lawns, the parks, the living rooms

Only in my mind do I hear the laughters

Only in my heart do I still feel the joy

But subconsciously I know

Only few of them stay

How cruel it is

for not being able to reverse

How despicable the reality is

for not allowing dreams to stay longer

I stare

I coil

I weep

Where are you?

Her World

The holy month is her last name

inherited by the aristocracy

Pushed into an entirely new game

a world full of kindness and hypocrisy

Crisp joyful cheers all around

excited her purity and innocence

She soon had herself prettily crowned

with love and indulgence

Rainbow was cast over her

as she climbed up showering herself in hues

Never the playground became blur

something that no one would refuse

Just like Alice eating the cake

a mature woman she has become

True origin she will not forsake

which is as sweet as the divine plum

I Am Like You

Backyard; Canon Powershot SX110 IS; August 15, 2009

Short life
That’s what I have
But I’m alive
In God’s grace
Beautiful.

Route To Extinction

We are like marching ants

Constantly drooling over smells and scents

We might as well devour those withered plants

And carry the leftovers to our tents.

We hiss and roar at one another

Jokers we are judging from our grins

All we like to do is to endlessly smother

Without copulation we always produce twins.

Only a few of us stay hidden

Those who stay on the pure path of truth

They are not astray to the forbidden

However closely watched they are by the the sleuth.

The traffic is jammed again

Hunting for some more with spilled blood

Humanity does no longer reign

See how tyranny becomes the flood.

Nuttenhaus

Relax
Black garter belt

Latex gliding inside

Intoxicated customers

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