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When I met you at that wine shop that is dry now I thought I had found a true fruit but now its a forbidden apple that you were a bubbling bottle of champagne but you were too tight for the party to sky rocket we were imperious to the clouds of love that were heavy with rain as we raised our red flag that there would be one door a tween our hearts I gave you my innocence for you to know I trusted you I tried patience to beckon forgiveness to start our new stanza in our song to dance in awareness so that our emotions would become feelings in devotion to their sacredness for our freedom from guilt and lost time that in endless trials we would try to purify this love in quest for fulfillment but wisdom has a selfish urge to unfurl afraid of unjustified scrutiny it cooks itself beyond the required temperature...dear love let me tend your burns for I understand more than you know do not let bubbles of champagne forever bubble in the bottle.. let the party ...

It was love at first sight but when my ears had a second of your sweet creamy voice after the third serenade I had an emotional turmoil for the fourth time whether to love you more times than the fifth instance or to become a hermit of love with a sixth star of David Your worthy number seven in the seventh day of the week had eight colours of the rainbow the extra being the paint that was the rain in the cloud nine I could wish for it more than ten times in the zenith of beauty of the eleven silver linings of the cloud which has blissful wholeness like the sainthood of the twelve Let discolour the portrait of our thirteen secrets and paint fourteen of them in fifteen sapphire crystal vases to be the sixteenth reason for our friendship for the seventeenth time I declare my love to you but on the eighteenth instance I will propose Will you marry me on nineteenth? so that on twentieth I will not be a married virgin only twenty two for the sides of the coin in your ...

The taste of this wine is like a dream that I see in the horizon floating like paradise that has my thoughts of you twinkle stars in the sky clouds billowing in lovely patterns in the day my thoughts of you roam in the heart to stay they are like the hand of Midas they make my heart golden thinking of a life without you it is like a violin without strings or a heart that has no heart The drop of this wine of love is indescribable it intoxicates my love like weed that grows into a beautiful grapevine that makes a rose dewy with beauty painted in the rainbow of your reign if this ends... there will be no heaven in paradise my million kisses for you virtually will wither when the dust of time settles down and I will die a martyr of patience after I stagger and fall on dryness when your love has drunk me into thin air Join me on the dance floor where the waves of rhythms invite provocatively as tears of desire splash in a beautiful fount...

In the crypts of the library of life where my soul desires to write with the rarest pen that has golden ink and write the truest story beyond misconceptions and grasps of the decayed on the ocean called purity and sit on its placid surface which is as clear as a crystal and write words that will forever smolder in truth on the pages of the book of water On the perfect face of the moon the story will be reflected to the stars from its very pages made of elixir of life it words.. will not dance on the lips of gossipers in the frowning hearts it will not find love whenever they ruffle its pages they will be washed anew for only the pure in heart can fathom the language of hearts written on water I cast my request to the Librarian of life that my eyes may see the rarest scripts that my soul may fathom the rarest art that my heart may know the ultimate joy as my mind tastes wisdom on the face of the portrait inside out that has answers written on watery pages o...

POETRY NUCLEUS: THE LANTERN OF STARS : It is a plea to be sensible after your love has made me to fly to the skies where it is the highest knowing very well my fear of heights ...

It is a plea to be sensible after your love has made me to fly to the skies where it is the highest knowing very well my fear of heights with a reason to fulfill the promise that you made when we met swearing how we were to fly to the stars so that I could learn to face my fears You took me to them but you plucked them and put in your pocket and you left me miserable in the dark all I do is to grope for your tangible absence as your scent lingers in your wake How do I read that letter that has those promises that you swore in the dark while I feel the touch of the braille of the sacred tablets of our love that are now a bitter pill to swallow in my confusion that fuses with my insane heart and I hope... ...to build a castle in the air that is strong enough to walk in and look through the window patiently with optimism to see you coming through the gates for I am still here at the cold fireplace in the crevice of darkness numbly wishing that I should not hav...

POETRY NUCLEUS: A CLOWN FOR A CIRCUS : Open sesame an inevitable acceptance of beauty lyrics in their dance of enigmatic harmony this is the best of a clown's story see it...

POETRY NUCLEUS: CARESS OF BEAUTY : Touch me beauty your satin hand seem to be filled with stars in a misty weather that is sweet with scent that has me kiss your flower to...

POETRY NUCLEUS: SCALES OF DILEMMA : When the heart smolders on the lips as the words light flames of silence and you walk away slowly like a dying breeze while your coldn...

Open sesame an inevitable acceptance of beauty lyrics in their dance of enigmatic harmony this is the best of a clown's story see it on the mirror smeared with honey the magic of dreams intertwined with reality in the secret symbol of sweetness all for the weird times for the circus and the clown It has been two thousand and sixteen between sunrise and the west only  in twenty three for the chest it is eleven for the twins twelve for the journey to paradise nine for the compassionate souls three for the most beautiful like angels and seven for the royal sapphire rings for whom that cry behind the curtains Oh beautiful angels it is all about the zero see that clock in the seventh dimension it is a sundial in the third for a century I have some faerie dust of eternity let the magic sizzle for Father Time to have some rest and give him six strokes that every soul earnestly needs it Do not listen to a mad clown in the midst of an insane circus why don...