WHEN SHE CRYS

Contents of a tear drop,
Is it salty water or bitter emotions?

Far from me you may be,
Still I hear your sobs resonating))))))
Like sound waves in a stallacite cave,
Worsened by cold drops drilling the ground,

It hurts to know that tonight you're sad.
To imagine your heart bleeding,
For someone you love.
I guess I will never be in your place,
All I want is to replace that gloom,

Spring a beautiful bloom of joy in your life.
Make you smile and laugh indiscriminately.

For this sombreness within me is no good,
I eat but can't taste the sweetness of the food.
I sleep but no dreams come forth,
Just vivid thoughts of you tossing,turning and weeping.

I'm tempted to night-run to your house,
Serenade you with traditional home grown beats.

For I feel like I never give you enough,
When you react that way,
Silent and evasive to share your sorrows.

Humble request,
Don't cry anymore,
I will be there sooner than you know.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

WHERE MY HEART IS

Adventure is my thrill in life.
Hence why my heart beats in abnormal rythmns.
And constant wierd pulpitations,
That cause my pericadium muscles to scream for relief.
So my soul took it captive into an alien world.

Where no one can find and free it back to love of any kind.

This world is purple skies,green clouds,
No mountains no hills,
No moon no sun,
More gloom no fun.
Several trees sourround it, periphericaly encircled by a sea like river,
Of yellow waters,that you can't stare into.
The leaves are white inorder to reflect more of the glare of clashing colours so that you would'nt see it.

I can tell you how it looks like.
Its covered in a blue sheet,inside a metallic chest,
With no keyhole nor locks to break.
But you cannot see it so can you believe me?

Conflict of faith and hope,spread by winds of hate,
Hit and sway the trees,able to caress the sheet but unable to reach my stolen heart,
That only my soul can give account of,in its sealed state.

Wipe off your tears,woman.
You will never get to where my heart is,
Not unless your soul becomes my mate,
Only then can you penetrate through it all.

To touch my gentle,pure and safe heart,
Hold it in your soft impure insecure palms.
Once you intoxicate it too much I take it to another secret place.

When you ask for it,my soul will whisper,"that was where my heart was before,now it's gone."
Who will find it?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

I STILL BELONG

I may be lost in the galaxy of lust,but
I still have an atom of emotion,that
Can bombard sincere calm love,which
Then returns me to my original home,where
We first met and heard all hearts can say,when
Under the spells of beautiful confusion,such
A kind rare,serene,engulfing and sweet,much
Like paradise for romantic souls,for
Only two who know what it takes,to
Exist for eachother on air and in water,far
From the suffocating energy of dispair,away
From the maddening sounds of discouragement.

I still dwell in your console,every
Moment that we depart,you
May never feel that but I know,how
Serious and important our connection is,I
Meditate upon the future it looks good,but
Not perfect nor easy just remember,though
Our souls are more than mates,they
Are spirits bound to a unique kind of haven,since
Time is the determinant for now,be
Patient and resilient for me.

I'm here at your call,
I shall not leave,
As the days fold in,
I stick harder,
Fuse more to you,
My comfort is here,
Where I will always belong...
In your arms and beneath your shadow.
Embrace me my sweet-passionette.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

HEART IS SWEET

SOUR
I love the taste of your lips,
Your saliva makes my mouth sizzle,
As my throat sparkles with insoluble sensations,
Things begin to end,in life,
But feelings of fantasy,about my lady never end because they are...
SWEET

Honey can't trick this,
For your the Queen Bee who stings my hidden emotions,
The remedy is watching your skin shiny,
Love portion in form of scented lotion all over your body,
My palms itchy,for I crave to touch more and more,
Yet my...
MIND

Negotiates with nature,what's natural,
Questioning if  sleep is artificial to some extent,
For deep inside my restful mode,I look for you like a chest of treasure,
Missing critical invisible pathways to that location,
Where I find you eagerly waiting for my love to pour into your...
HEART

At that entrance,early before sun peek,
You let me in,lead me straight to the core of your deepest desires,
I light the repurcussionless flame,breathing in the lovely fumes of beautifully intoxicating charms,
Emmanating from the voice in your soul,sounding like mystical harps in the heavens,

I get to taste you,you in every sensual way,
Be mine today and tomorrow.

SWEETHEART,(YOU)
(I)SOUR MIND.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

I WROTE TO DEATH

I can never wait for death,
Not even anticipate for it.
If I did,that would be obsession to evil.
So I anchor my goodness on paper.
Then steal love from the Angels whom watch over me.
Will the world revere my work,
Once my shadow ceases to prove my worth?

I sat by composition table,
Lubed the back of my pencil,
Drew a family picture of us on a balcony...
Admiring the beautiful hori-zone-to-all
Sunset beyond the lake,
Waves toss-absorbing,the teasing peaceful light.

I embrace my poetic brother's shoulders,
Shake my novelistic father's hands,
Kiss my choralistic mother's cheeks,
Absorb my sister's sentimental moralistic quotes.

I become a writer in the natural,
Blended by immediate pillars of words in flesh.
Retaliation,
Infliction.
Rebellion,
Dominion.
Change the very image of status quo.

I forge on...
Write like the next line will be my last...
Once observation,cogitation and will transpires,
I derail my steer of silence.
Papers raffle,the top of my all knowing desk feels the scribbles...
It fathoms the strain and inverted effortlessness of my sentences.

My writing comes to life,
As time seeks to devour my soul.
I play postpone and purposeful delay,
So that the rectangular hole sees me not.
They know from history,
I was to die before the alphabet knew my tongue.
I made it this far,
Upto this point,
I tremble with temerity...
I can say life has been fair to me.

My last breath approaches,
I feel lesser than a dying bird.
My final blink is closing,
I feel as valueless as vanishing rain clouds.
My fingers unfolding as my lips shut,
I feel as important as death haunting the royals.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

INTER-TWINED

Trinkets,that's what my fantasy of embracing you was like.
I wore them as thoughts,imaginative stripes,
Layered from waist to kneck,
Treasure chest unloaded,no spelling check.

I hold it still,even after openning and re-positioning its content.
I'm threaded to your arms its a preternatural attachement.

Stop!Do not read in between the lines.
This is breaking news New York Times.

Bonding with you beneath public lights,synthesises what I feel.
You know I'm the vine erupted by your roots of affection.
Meshed up against your heart.

Shall we meet in somewhere different next time.
Where the twinning will be of voices and perspiration?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

I NEVER REALIZED

LOVE is no game,
WE played with emotions compressed into physical expressions.
I would kiss and touch you,
GO as far as explore your inner purity.
ASSUMING that you were in love with him,
THINKING that I was just a convenient heart for you in his absence.

WE really toyed with feelings,
NOT knowing what we were brewing inside.
AFFECTION was boiling beneath your chest,
NEVER realized the intensity from the exterior.
YOU never showed me the bubbles of love,
FORMED by my constant loving and deep drowning.

EACH time I had you beneath my spell,
TRIED searching for what was missing inside the reflections in your eyes.
THEY were always shut I couldn't find much just vibes of the tremor in your voice,
SORT of shiver that emanates from a frightened child.
SADLY still I was tricked out of noticing how far I was taking you.

ARRIVING at this moment where you shed tears,
TELLING me how much it hurts to know me the other way round.
WHEN I make out with her,and care for her like I did and still do for you,
POINTEDLY to the extent of offending you without marking my errors.
EXTENSIVLY mounting anger and disgust in your mind brim-full,
UPTO where you cannot kiss nor give in to my sweet sensation.

IT hurts me too,to know that I caused your unhappiness,
PLEASE forgive me for those big mistakes I made without awareness.
DONT stress anymore on those issues,
SMILE once more and love me in that special way without pain nor displeasure.
THIS time though speak your mind before making decisions that render me hopeless.
DID you ever realize that I too was lost in our world of love and love the other weather conditions?

Carswell evoL aka M.O.O