Foul Lover

Now that it’s over and we are sober,
the blue sky has turned sombre,
it's sending its cats and dogs to come over,
at least in rain I can hide my wet cheeks.

I reminisced those long nights,
when I tried to read you,
now I understand the results,
I guess I'm not book smart.

As much as we can grow into love
there's always room for hate after love.
I don't speak in relation towards hating you,
but the feeling that I have could compare.

Never did I treat you with despair,
but you always treated me like a spare
you were reckless and it was unfair;
although, sometimes you did care.

But it reached out for you,
like a patient praying mantis,
and you left me without a pair,
will I ever be man enough?

Yet I eagerly waited on you,
I always though it half time,
but I should have played referee,
and gave you a red card for your foul love.

I don't regret the interjections,
I mean, I had my good times
despite the misconceptions,
I guess our love failed the test of time. 

Broken legs never killed no-body...

The feeling of failure was consuming me.

 I became timid, courage turned leaf like-

being blown away by hurricanes of pessimism.

The meadow of lustrous dreams yonder away, 

that I had always ogled at since childhood, 

feels like an extract from ladybird tales.

I had laid out a blue print,

to run track and-
achieve a milestone.
Soon as I had started,

my legs wore out and broke off.

They are now throwing banter,
telling me how I'm going no where,

I'd have pointed fingers but I played as coach too...

I am now broken but can try again,

for an incandescent flame of hope still burns within, 

I was lit and tamed to toil on and not give in. 

So now that I am crawling,

I shall learn to walk again,

then I shall sprint across the meadow,

till I fade...

Dear Mother,

I wrote this for you to reminisce on all you've taught me.
From you, I have learnt,
amicability from the warmness you give of, 
contentment other than being like Oliver,
patience in this hurrying world,
ambition and with it I will push forth,
passion for it is a driving force that has kept you, 
shame from my mistakes that made you cry.
courage from how you have solely managed.
joy, the aura of your beauty and reason for your bliss
hard work from the voice telling me not to procrastinate,
endurance through watching you fight the good fight, 
respect but also when it’s right to break the law,
failure and how to get back up and re-use my pores.
right from wrong and what is wrong I deplore.
love and loving you, I will do so, evermore.
Furthermore;Despite the future that glimmers dimly onto me. 
I shall not be impeded from moving, 
For you are the headlamps on my path,
I will get there for you are seeing me through.
I will carry the virtues you have taught me wherever I go. 
They will be proof of your existence and when I get there,
wherever it might be, I hope I make you proud.  
I pray to God that you live a long, happy energetic and fruitful life.

LLL.... ^_^

What if?

What if?.

skies beyond our reach were never breached by hailstorms,

rains only dwindled to feed crops and moisten green grass,

snow only played the role of beauty on Christmas,

and nature stayed ever green as roses and hibiscus blossomed,

animals raced through their habitats fearless of falling,

birds chipped through the sky chipping sweet songs-

of peace and not discreetly mourning. 

What if the ozone was still in its true nature?

What if? 

What if?

Mankind only lived to love,

technology was used for peace and eradicated poverty,

deprived families had plenty at their disposal,

disease was a mere illusion,wealth was not pride,

rebels raided homes of the hopeless to help them,

terrorists harmonised instead of terrorise,  

and being humane was what made people conceited.

What if people all over the world woke up to peace?

What if?