sonnets

Taking a hike of that monstrous mountain
I take a good look at Gods creation
I drink some of the mount's cleanest fountain
While i think of this thrilling vacation

The endless hike is about to begin
But it will be worth it to start this ride
so why dont we rest and go for a swim
When we plunge into the river its tide

It will refresh the bad thoughts in my mind
such as the money i spent on this trip
Those who lent me cash who were very kind
the stuff i bought which are on my big hip

So those people who lended me money
made me happy cause their my new honey

sonnets

SONNET 20

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

First glance, I see your beautiful brown eyes.
I fall immediately under your spell.
Slipping into a dream, I hear love's sighs
The dream turns out to be a living Hell.
When you said you loved me, did you mean it?
Your lie is poisionous as blackened sin.
Your beauty cannot hide your soul, the pit.
Release the demon that has lain within.
I've looked into your eyes to find your soul
Wherever it has gone, I do not know.
Your mind controls the 'shell' it plays the role.
Your love is ice, as you know how to show.
Though you have proved the demon, played the role
I find all beauty in your broken soul.

ballad

I went to the tree up on that hill

Whose root are rooted deep in the ground

there's a treasure box that i found

And inside i found a bill

With the bill i bought a will

and wrote my wish for the my kids

and i sealed it with my lids

just in case someone will kill

30 years from now

my kids will open this jar

With a will titled "Our"

with a statement of my vow

I know it will not mean much

but i wrote this with care

my son ripped it with a tear

because it didn't touch him that much

haiku practice

The sun is rising

waking every living life

starting a new day

Abandoned palm trees

Deserted by the water

being all alone

Reflecting shadows
The lake acts like a mirror
revealing my face

My life continues

living on this crazy world

breathing till i die

How am i moving?

We question each other this

Answers in silence