Their Twisted Minds

Prosaic or poetry
Tis an act
Of twirling and twisting
Beneath the folds and blinds
But within the eyes
Lies, lies, sheer lies
Twist not the nuances
Of poetic prose,
Love was, is and shall be
A rose,
One shall never pose
Thou dost knows
Still nudely exposed
Twill be obscenity at best
Big dad
Thou shouldnst place
Thy mind at eternal rest

My Poems through YOUR poetic eyes!

The theme today is eyes
I always have known
That beauty lies,
In the beholders’ eyes
As does love lies
Between the thighs
And that is no lies!

So as the theme today appears to be
All about lovely eyes
I wish some how
You do too see,
The beauty in my poems,
If they do lie
But tell me no lies,
For I know all of us love
Our very eyes
And love,
Lies within my eyes
But see it through your eyes!

You are Amazing!

You are amazing,
Is the least that any one likes of me?
With no standing
Can evolve from the love
So mesmerising
That the intensity of your poetry,
Enters deep within
Like an arrow full of nectar
Pierces the entrails of a hungry beggar

Today’s topic
Coincidentally appears to be
One all for the eyes,
The world of Nobel
Did in standing ovation rise,
When for a second time
In standing ovation,
They all did rise
Kings and Queens too
In salutation
Of a Nobel peace prize winner,
Rotting in apt abandon
Some millions miles in a dungeon

The world is wrought
With senseless beings,
They killed Jesus
For his intelligence and benevolence

All my life
I have tried to inject positivity,
In all those who know me
And I love to share,
Whatever little knowledge I have,
With all my brethren,
For what ever be its worth?

We can take nothing
Along the final sojourn
Of our earthly walk,

Yes we can only leave behind
Memories that once Loved
Too walked this way
But shall never come by again
Yet the walk was not in vain

465 Victim Number!

My heart sees
The inner sadness
Of 20000 yes,
Twenty thousand
I come to ones door
To help
Just once

But in your case
I have seemingly unknowingly
Made an exception
Perhaps as you say
For the commotion
It may be a false notion
As I am unaware of repetition
I came by a fourth time
Your way
Forgive me dear 465
If by you its OK

We Encounter

She!

You must appreciate,
That the Phoenix
Here is not I
But a distraught one
I did try to rise
Above the pavilion of self,
Tsunamied by the grace
Of thy God
Tis only love
I wanted upon my soul
To shower upon that Phoenix,
A beautiful flower
Ere the limitations
Of physical constraints
Cease her to exist
But she has a heart of gold
To her poetry and mind
Despite her limitations
I’m sold

Xena

The more with friends you share
The lighter you shall feel
The burdens of a past sad gory
May God Almighty help thee
To over come thy misery

The more people sympathise with thee
That bastard who so ever he be
Shall reel under the cauldron
Of fiery hope and the world
Shall call him a bastardly dope,
A monstrous being,
Devilish and demoniac

Ecstasy Called Love!