PACK IT ALL AWAY.

"His arms, his fingers, his nails. The hand.

His legs, his knees, his toes. The foot.

His eyes, his lips, his nose. The beauty. 

His height, his hair, his heat. The urge. 

The hand, the foot, the beauty, the urge. 

His teeth, his tongue, his warmth. The kiss.

His nose, his breathe, his thirst. The feels.

His hands, his posture, his seduction.The touch.

His fragrance, muscles and body. 

His intellect, strength, his face. The desire.

His! His things are his."

She said, she wished, tried and cried. 

She said, she stayed, hoped and, She died. 

LISTEN.

LISTEN 
I cry and try without tears.
I move and sway without fear.
I scream and shout without gear.
I say and talk without tear.
Anyone listens!

I talk to skies, they don't talk back.
I talk to my pen, it fears my pain.
I talk to my book, it's heavy in burden.
Confided to dirt and irresponsibility.
Anyone listens!

I talk to my earth and it gives fruits.
I talk to my bed and it wipes my pain away.
I'm not good already! Listen.
I sing and Stammer but nobody listens.
I talk and everybody sickens.
I'm all alone in the shallow.
My own home is breaking its walls.
Anyone listens!
NOBODY LISTENS!

GOOD MORNING JESUS (part 1)

Good morning Jesus.

The Holy Trinity arose well I hope.

My heart mourns, it suddens, but my soul smiles. 

My little angel, my little queen. 

Not so new but young, not so young but innocent. 

Came to your Heavens.

Sorry for asking, have you met her?

Have you seen her yet. 

Held her hand, felt her warmth?

Seen her face, smiled from her glamor. 

Have you heard her voice?
Her noise? 

Have you touched her little toes, her silky hair?
Jesus! My soul mourns....