tuesday, April 26, 2011

Premature world of words

So you took it to the big yard sale

With new seasonal changes on the block

You spatter your prosthetic mind to space of reconstruction

But you have forgotten this is the year of  vaccine renewal

Before you took the journey you should have had the single take

Without inconvenience of a tumorous stage

You should have let the medicine in hands of

Down to earth  people that can make the access easy

Winning is tricky, the grades on contentment seals the cognation

Since you are not visual and surely Nobel prize winning

Globalism is only a few percent multitude reach

I am afraid you were born premature…

five senses

How you give me what I want
The freedom wall for declaration to whisper
With great balance and fullness
The luxury of five senses
Though It is still the ink and tongue of announced yous
And you probably have noticed the changes of lift
I am not occupying with legible thoughts anymore
I am more of an improve, pondering to interpret the
Darkness in light in an age of 21st century
Absorbing the letter as tight as a mix of five senses
Engaging the profound wonder with innermost verbal tenses...