Blue Verses

in a blurred misty tide I am begging, not for my will but our Savannah welfare, Lord give us a rain but not a lot like blessings, Behold spearheaded lays are draining our all. Not for my needs but our Savannah welfare, Crying for our well grown sorghum columns, Fearing that as long as sword headed drops  are piercing our land, this flowing of our edible pearls  will leave us empty handed. I'm weeping for our well grown wheat, Demolished when earth's veins interrupted, because this flow of our food pearls will leave us nothing,  Only bare wooden plates which hang a bad sunset. Our hopes got wiped when springs troubled, But our moaning won't go beyond your mercy  because even though our bare wooden plates hangs a bad sunset , God your Arm is bold  and stronger enough to save our sons. let our sorrow be cleared by your mercy, You see clearly how bitter will this harvest be, God your Arm is bold stronger to save our sons  ...

I saw it coming. I made it freeze. I kept it for future. To bloom roses. I saw it growing. Expanding widely. Giving flows hope, To bloom soon. Later on it was... No more. It dried of scorch, And bloomed not. But I'll wait. for a new season. For all it takes, Is a leap of faith.

Lost, is what my mind woke up telling me, I can't locate where my inner feet are stamping. Variety of unusual colors filled my sight as i was held in the middle of feelings. I can't tell whether it's light or dark. everything I touch vanishes in ashes. It's like I'm being poured among thousands unrealistic materials in the widen tartarus hole. I'm rushing to nowhere, my deepest feelings are way scattered and nobody seems to know because I'm held in the state of mind. "Give me a hand" how my heart wish for this call. tell me more is the request i need, the most. for the honest listener is a natural cure planted in golden crescent and it heals heart  from every season it yield it's dazzling fruits. I'm lost in all senses but i can't perish. I'm floating like an aurora in jeopardised quantum, where nothing seems right. I'm facing shaking quakes and waves like mountains as I'm running off the lane of my appetite  but ...

Small scars and red buttons on your face aren't enough to change my feelings. Feelings that i have for you, I fell for your expression not Where they take places. Make up and hair dressings make you attractive to strangers but nothing that makes me sink deeper in your love like the morning look you always have after long sleep. They criticie your size, also roast your shape...shouting  "you're fat, you're fat" this makes you feel worthy nothing that you even squeeze in tight jeans just to have a relief from their tongues, But you're so perfect to me. They look what they see, but i love you for the reasons. I can only sense when my eyes are closed and my soul is opened. You're dressed in gold. Your beauty shoots like epirus bow and your smile is enough to clear the heavy cloud darkened day. They can't see it. But blessed I, can see it more so feel it. I love the dimples at your back, uneven baby feeders, moonlike nails, hugging t...

like a mirror, everything around me reflects her. I'm like a haunted mansion, She runs me everytime. The more i want to get rid of her, the scariest i become of loosing myself. As the sun goes down, the curtains of my Heart shades . Deeply getting forced to face up the challenge i managed to skip for almost a decade. My quiver looses as fear pierces Through my shield. I can't withstand the assaults, My soul is craving for her. Like a mirror, everything get me back on her truck. Her smiles dazzles like diamonds. her voices ecoes in hall of my thoughts, her perfume is the tale that gets me asleep. I don't know how to state it, but something is serious within me. She is the need i can't skip, She is more than a bait i can't escape. Maybe i need her and more sunsets, For she seized my loving senses. I'm like a haunted mansion, She runs my corridors with sharp whispers, And the silent voices can't let me, Stay at ease while mirrors re...

heard that someone else won her, Never heard the piercing news before. It's like thunders struck the shadowing tree. Someone pruck off the aromatic flower, Which was planted in fertile crescent, In the midst of sacred rivers. When the last root get torn, The forging hammer got broken. the leap of faith fell short, For she was taken away. Tears drained in their glands. Feets got tired of floating, for the soil beneath turned into ashes as the queen was leaving castle in ruins. Her heart allowed someone in, To reach beyond the gates while, that was the only intended prize. After all effort and sacrifices offered. The only possible way was a way home, and shame was dressing in suit of guilty. Love was what expected, Heartbreak is what achieved. For she loved someone else and that was enough to crush someone's heart.