Snowy Red Roses

In Life I met an extraordinary guy I came to know him in a very strange way He was reely smart an little shy Had Straight black hair an a very keen eye He was an interesting an spirited guy A little mean but gentlemanly an shy Our eyes met one summer day In the heart of the city in a mall bright an gay To watch a film in a hall faraway From the noise an children at play Emotions transpired in the moments of silence did stay  It made me forget the problems of that day But despite his crazy ideas An his hard hearted mean ways I always feel a soft heart lies Behind his tough an harsh exterior After all he comes from a clan of warriors

Pitter patter raindrops Rounded at the base Tapering on top It falls into the flower pot And lashes the city dry and hot Crystal clear diamond like It lands upon a rusted spike Rain induced muddy swirling torrents might Kept in control by a powerful dyke The vast skies a crimson red Far above ones bed Pitter patter raindrops Far above the mountain tops

Rosy red lips an curly black hair paired with so much love an care those days have gone when i would star     stare at your face an see it up in the air    i never felt any despair or arrogant airs     when i was with you it was only love an care    Cute and sweet an jovial too    i love an miss the times i spent with you     and all the times i was in love with you    all i remember are the times i kissed you   those nights i embraced you an felt you   close to my bosom, i felt so close and in love with you   Looking into your eyes i reached the skies   your breath against my lips and eyes   engrossed we were in deepening our ties   each moment in your arms was glorious   your warmth made me safely oblivious   to the world which went by furious   The day you went away from me   the down cast skies began to weep.   long and slow an beaut

Winter comes with her cold frozen breath freezing the surroundings above an beneathe causing an auror of temporary death the animals are migrating or hibernating. while humanity sits round the fire ruminating. the warm fire on the ashes of youth smouldering. the look in those eyes as they stare into the fire as if staring at their fortune in the ball of a fortune teller to see if they're still left at wars wild ire That claims a million lives full of hope an endless desire. Winter comes with her cold frozen hand. Beckoning to soldiers in trenches on the edge of no mans land man upon man tries to gain the upper hand but stalemated an an tangeled in an on going plan that never seem to end but wind on un maned Their mettle easily rought they struggle unabahsed in the pursuit of temporary glories soon to pieces dashed The barren land much like a blasted heathe coverd in the blood of troops who last breathe. after they fall to the terror unleashed By many countries

A weary world is this hessitant of dame fortunes kiss. one busy with work oblivious of the beatuty of nature. the lives of big an small, every creature monkeys with their upside down view of life percieve the world in a diffent way, the world on its head The chirping sparrows flitt to an fro building nets in which new life would grow The snakes coiled round the branches asleep in the warm rays of the sun alligators their huge caverns jar ready to ensnare prey who are ready Their rough dry skin a glaze in the sun with water laping up from the water hole the tigers submerged in the deep cooling themselve of from the heat little cubs clawing an pawing an rambling an gnawing at bones in the fresh green grass. The lions are sunning their golden mains so royal his apperance an main ablaze abrightgolden in the suns raze nature an all its beauty an life forms enhances earth an supports all life forms so can we conform to norms to protect nature an habitats to rare li

Walking one late night in autumn the eerie soud of the fallen leaves moving in the gusty breeze Which seemed to be be howling Like a hound across the moore beaking the silnce of the night the moon just a slender peel of light stark against the dark sable night. the shrill hoot of the owl Jus like a banshee from her isolated tower. the ticking of my watch in the night ticking a way the minutes of life dark conspiratorial night the elements of evil seemed afoot the eeie glow of the tapetum yellow gold an neon green the eye the trees silhuetted against the sky grotesque an absurd in my eye i paced along the stony brooke the flowing of the stream dark an flowing to join the deep to my home i returned ere long my long night never seemed to end restless i tossed from this end to that at the early hour of morn the papers flashed a gory sight a serious matter a poor hatter on his way fom work was victim to a murdrers grusome work his defiled flesh lay strewn arou

Coiled like a snake pallid and pale like snowflakes turned brown, it winds round an round and controls and binds the stong power within that now passes through its veins, hidden. Golden in the sun a last sign of hope and life yet crisp and brown drained of life it clings night after night in the dark and in the bright in peace and in strife Above the below peoples lives Stiff as a statue of power and might , a splendid golden sun far above the universe far away from makind diverse alone tightly binding the impossible power And yet glows in all its splendour in the dark and in the bright Pale and pallid,lifeless It still remains fresh and filled with bliss Golden as the sun an crsip