On the flaming earth face
Sitting the moon exploding
In petals of beauty splendour
Burying the howling dark
In the shadow of death
As stars flying in constellations
Birthing splendour in thunders
And luminous lightening songs
At the vortex of earth's heart
Singing songs of eternal victory
In hallelujah bloom and boom
Praising God in triumphant glory.

Erase the hangover weight
   from memories bank! And
     let the heart be released
          to freedom.

Sink ugly memories into the abyss!

Till the sea sees the the scarlet
   sky it cannot not comprehend
      the  color of truth!

Abandon bad memories in the
     valley of yesteryears and let
        the heart breathe new life from
             breast
               of new mornings!

        It's not done until it's manifestly
                   seen to be done!

Glorious morning comes with stars
          of new dawn
Only put on hat of faith
        on the head of courage!

The sublime sun will soon  shine on
    on the transcendental canvas
          of hope.

The glorious moon will surely
eclipse the night no matter its
          stinging darkness!

He writes in
  in the sky and all,
    I say all can read.

He writes on the sea
  and neither it nor the waves
     can wash away His writings.

He writes everywhere
  and never suffers dryness of
    ink but His ink keeps overflowing.

Let's celebrate the Poet of poets
  who writes on the immortal
          canvass of glory in all seasons.

Let's lionise the Golden Pen
  that writes on the pages of
      eternity and can outwit
        -THE MASTER-SCRIPTWRITER!

Several are crossing
At zebra crossing

Life's a road with heavy traffic
With light and mighty flooding
Without regards to ants
Without regard to the lame
Without regard to the blind
But several are crossing
At Zebra crossing!

Love again on the beach
But the ***** is on the beach
Trading obscenity in impunity

Sin running in glut of shame
Desecrating holy land in gory gullies
And raging fury in bland colors

The earth wriggles in pain as
She labors in the maternity ward
To birth glory in glory for the glory

Love again on the beach?
The ***** must expire on the beach
For the earth to have true love.

The lame are running
The blind are seeing
The deaf are hearing
Winds of change in glory
Claiming lost ground
Reclaiming golden threshold
In ******* power bloom
Burying gloom and doom!

Sad the very day
when the manipulator
is manipulated by his own
manipulations.

Sword in the neck of
its wielder, blood running
tragedy on the cliff  of doom!

Lightning, fear not
Thunders, befriend
Scorchers, endure
Glory, appreciate in
praise
Life is a passage!

On the edge of a cliff
Fear and death rampaging, but
Fall on my sumptuous laps
And let neither fear nor death
Live to grow its deadly horns.

It drops in violence
It drops in violence
Eerie devouring power
Flaming fire in aerial bombardments
Bringing down proud mountains
Bringing down evil gold-glory
Bringing down houses of evil.

Yea! It's bomb of glory in power
Yea! It's bomb of victory activated
Shelling down evil rock
From darkest power pit
To unveil glorious dawn
In eternal firmament of glory.

Never mind the fiery ugly odds
By sacrifices enter into the harvest
To harvest the rainbows of glory

Your rest is assured
Only labor to grab it
Your laugh'll soon be loud victory

Never be intimidated
Though the black clouds endanger
Be bold and courageous only

Labor of sacrifices offer richly
The glory'll come in golden sheaves
Never be discouraged to win in colors

Labor into your rest
Only strum the victory tune
Your victory awaits in victory

The black clouds will not endure
Only burn the curtains of fear
To enter into your rest.

Perfection comes on labor's wings
It's morning of labor in the oven
Rest surely comes in rest plenitude.

Howling and stinging storms
in ravaging violence, fear not,
the voice from the trumpet of
the Blower, trumpeting hard,
saying, let's cross to Canaan.

Our ship is above the wreck as
we stand on the imperishable
Rock of ages, our flower of
victory will come to bloom
with the morning glory.

Dark black clouds submerged the sun
Thunder roaring in rain of blood
Babel of voices in axes of death
Putting the Globe in evil axis
Forcing it to drink from jar of death!

In all directions shootings
In explosion of long range missiles
To the lethal virus rampaging
Uprooting the evil oak of deaths
Ending apocalyptic season of fears
Bringing sheaves in glorious victory!

Her life,  a most beautiful poetry , never written in black and white by the finite hands, but too bold on the shore of  immortality to be washed away by the waves  of eternity.

Laugh not with every man that
laughs with you
Weep not with every man that
weeps with you
Let your moves be guided by
the angels of the sun
Let your steps be made by
the cherubim of the moon, for
The world is an abyss hosting mountains of darkness
In eternity be the searchlight
locating the truth in immortal light with eternal compass.

I am a City
    planted on
        seven mountains


I am a Lily
   planted by the
             river side

Shooting forth
       the glory of
           God to eternity!

All sitting on the winds wings
  in the season of darkness.

The sky in charcoal voices
as the earth quakes in quivers of
tremor
in a ****** arcade of hell, all
wearing a black mask!

Carnivorous virus tearing flesh
    for flesh in
         defiance of gravity of
      humanity, leaving the living
     dead at awakening of the gory
         dawn!

A century of dead flu suddenly
awoke  from bizarre grave, burying million lives and their freedom
in tomb of emptiness
  and fiery fear!

Armageddon?

The day is bright and glorious
O happy and wonderful day
Exploding stars in wonders
Clouds of glory in thunderclaps
Lightning in beaming boom
Blooming flowers in golden petals
Trump cards in flaming glory
With  hands waiving to heavens
Moons shining without shadow.
Beautiful day in exploding splendor!

Some writers feed truth
Some writers feed falsehood
Read anyway!

Too difficult to be sane
When insanity is the law
Be sane anyway!

The deep calls to the deep
At the voice of its waterspouts
Lightening devours darkness
At the roaring of its thunder.

Truth bears light's armor
As falsehood bears darkness' armor.

Be a light and roar
Like million lions in lonely desert
Darkness on the way be like shroud
Even you alone be the crying voice
Be the trumpet blowing unhindered!

Be the writer of truth for the truth
Be the preacher of truth for the truth
Generation will come
Generation will go
Till all be no more
And no generation will be
But truth'll ring, reign eternal!

On this eerie night are innumerable stars and countless
moons hosting the sun to a party, then

Darkness gatecrashed into
the luminous heavenliness, only
to lose its color to flame of glory.

Surely, falsehood will not hold its wings free  from death at the dawn of truth,
when victory shall possess
the sky in armada of immortal  glory.

O baby give me the kiss
Of life and kick the dark
Bile out of my kitchen.

The air here is bitter, come
With your brook's honey
And sweep away the broodiness
In my aching palpitating heart
In this inglorious season.

It's dark dreary night, let your kiss
Bring the crystal day to the ravaged
Chambers of my bewildered soul.

O baby, come with holy kiss
And sentence me to
Life imprisonment in your
Sacred love orchard that I
May be forever free.

I will ride this morning  horse
Into the beautiful sky in glee
To honor the picnic of glory
Then I will balloon into further skies
To harvest the flowers of victory
In ecstatic cavorting blues
To unending bliss of extravaganza!

in a bistro
understanding
on knowledge stands
in unity of obedience
dining with wisdom
three we were!

community powers in conclave
powers in sobriety
probing discourse
of three enterprises
sun invitation in colors
rainbow shooting ideas
into whirlpool of questions
stars fathoming answers
in prodigy of time in queer season
three we were!

I heard a voice of a roaring silence
It's depth I couldn't measure
With my fathomless mind
In this season of chilly silence

Echoes in resonances
In the abyss of mysteries
Convulsing dept in depth
In festival of detailed revelations

On the soil of my soul
The flowers are flowering
On the trees of wisdom and prosperity
Harvesting glory immortal!

In the whole world
There's no world where
The world is a whole!

On the
behemoth ocean of life I sail
Hosting​ my flag of victory aloft
Water I am not afraid of
Fire I am not afraid of
Neither am I afraid of either land or air
Because none of them worths my fear
Unlike time when lost
Difficult it is to regain
Of all enterprises time is gold
Flying away with unseen ferocious wings
And very difficult to manage
Because it is unstoppable
With creative imagination
I write a paragraph
With countless chapters
And make my ink indelible
On the ocean of time!