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

HOW THEY KILL US

I will be sought after when they see me,
When they read what I wrote,
When they hear my voice cut and unveil their dreaded ways.
It is just a spring of time.

So for those that this topic touches,
Pardon me for the infringement,
I cannot swallow the illicit circulation no more.

Food is to sustain mankind,
But..

They process and sell assorted foods that swell us up,
Slowly eats away our esteem and nimbles at our spleens,
Juices they make us drink,beverages they promote to pollute our systems and drunken our activity,
Vegetables that require less heat to prepare,only to hook us onto benches of fear,
Fright of being seen,we fight ourselves from within,weightily!
Our hearts fall heavily,purpose is lost,ghosts of suicide for the disabled yet enabled, released.

Trouble in diet,

Fitness facilities for the rich get some,
Muscle enhancement drugs bought more,
Therapists gain some,
Medical experts are heard more on air-play,
Factories produce more addictive fast foods,

Taste is wanting but the crave keeps coming screaming,
Pulling on our tongues,bills waiting ...to call on tax collectors...circles.

I just can't stomache this inhumane unobserved silent alimentary genocide,
No More!
Is this how it must be?

Struck and hurt,
Shaky and weary,
Sad and tired,
Sorry and displeased,

My conscience tells me more than it should.
Questioning more than writers do,
Spilling it like pebbles made of marble chips;

Is it similar to...cancer,
Or the scourge of AIDS,
Is it reflected in civil war,
Or in famine and drought?

Do you see these things,
That escape the religious springs,
Born by waterfalls of inhumane companies,
The same that completes the circle of good ♡♥ evil.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL the feathered lifter.

I CAN LOOSE

Is that you peeking through my window pane?
I feel your shadow roaming in my house,
Your fiery breath suffocate my thoughts endlessly.
Do understand that some climate can never be adapted...
TO

So i step out of your bubble of selfish satisfaction.
The relief of self sought happiness and freedom,
Suddenly gulps me...
I spiral and swirl faster than you can say, your sorry.
Thud!
I hit ground,race position good thing i have no heart.
I start a new run.
I choose not to...
WIN

Because i have already lost you.
Done with your insane scenarios.
Backtrack what i was and all i did,thank me not,
For now i dedicate it all to...
HER

M.O.O aka C.evoL

IN THE FUTURE

Years from now;
I will miss you like I miss tears of joy
All I will have are memories in my head,
Yet still miss you like I miss sound sleep,
No one will understand what I say when I speak.

Far set in the future when I remember envisioning you,
Older more mature and emotionally stable
You paving this elegant charging walk,
Speaking like ten wise women bundled into a lump of dexterity.

A point in time ahead where I will redraw your beauty,
Color my eyes with clash-dazzling dressings,
Amaze my mind with hightening heels,
Split my keen ears with a soft whispery voice of love.

That singled-out tense stretch of life where,
We will be too old to make love physically anymore,
When our growth will redundate and restore us to childhood
All expressions will be tepelepathic contact.

Our lips too frail to touch,
Your seduction too dull to stimulate,
My words blunt enough,obstreperous to your sensual
We shall connect in spirit as we wait for the thread of time to be cut.

In those days,we will kiss thorned flowers,
We shan't bleed,rather implant seeds of affection
So rare the world will stare,as we declare our decades of togetherness
You will be the only comfort to my impending departure.

My love,this love is juve and elusive
Chances spelt out like moments we now trap,
This is what I saw in my dreams,the very night I proposed marriage,
When we were at that tender age,of love and fate.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

I CANNOT SLEEP(PROPHECIES)

Days gone I'm unable to forget what I saw.
So much fear worry,many ran fell.
A slithery green figure rushed forward.
Tearing and crushing all that stood.
Women and children wailing,
Should be defences shaken.

No government arms could save the populace,
No worlds strongest man to tackle the serpent,
Mankind was abandoned,left to scurry in the tumult.
It speared through chests necks,
Fanged minds and poisoned hearts.
Once valiant souls,sought refuge in the clouds.

The unthinkable transpired.
In a spring position it coiled,
Sprung and pierced through the unjust atmosphere like an assegai seeking to inject them.

In a magical instant,
The serpent transforms into a beautiful green bird.
So sweet serene,
Bright golden-yellow ring on its neck.
Her feathers reflect specs that blind the seeing,
Thence restores sight to the blind who dweleth on the forbidden clouds.
As it rests on a particular thorny pitch black branch right aloft them.

The bird,produces extensive musical notes that sway their hearts.

I the seer know,even the minority shall fall.
As my vision fades,the clouds too melt away.
The birds appearance remains vivid in my mind
Whilst its ruesome melodies reverberate,day after day.

M.O.O aka Carswell E

IN ROTATION

Cycling in circles,
Cogs.
Adoring continuosly,
Love.
Conditions are abound,
Loyalty.

It starts from him,
Progress,
She finally feels it,
Obligations.
Unconditioned from above,
Marriage.

A semi-circle is drawn,
Fertility.
The bond is strengthened,
Child.
A simple family begins,
Filia.

Concentration shifts to the baby,
Tendency.
She becomes a woman,
Growth.
She formulates own feelings,
Interests.

Running and jumping in and out,
Trials.
She too finds her other better,
Chance.
A baby comes and grows,
Unplanned.

He acts funny and dis-oriented,
Trends.
She does all she can to forget,
Dedication.
Son grows,becomes a real man,
Responsibility.

He too meets a wonderful woman,
Promises.
A new home is built,
Trust.
Mother-in-law kneels for guidance,
Prayers.

Patience and wisdom,
Divine.
An extend family is sewn,
Togetherness.
The movement partialy complete,
Waves.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

GREETINGS FROM A STRANGER

It's like one of those senseleess dreams one has,only to wake up and spend the whole day trying to demistify it.
You never realy do.
Similacrly check your mail box,text inbox or letter box,to find a greetings message.

Reading in between the lines,as if prunning a tough weed.
You struggle to understand its meaning.
To whom it was intended,as you,smile and nod then keep it aside for some later review date.

Months later as you retrieve your achives,

You recognise that distinct,handwriting or style of language,it reminds you of her;
That lady you once shared your pinnacle of romance with.
The woman who knew and understood you most when you were still a complicated enthusiastic man.
She who gave you reasons for having several restless nights as distance took its toll.
She who came before your silent wife.

An urge to respond tingles up but you can't,of course not before you cook some crazy cover up for your response delayance.

Then there is the other greetings card,with a signature you vividly connect to.
From way back in primary school.
That scribbled by your best friend as you played letter letter,after that final grammar lesson.
You feel so ashamed now,as you analyse his now so authoritative signature.

Send one back,send it now...
You can't either.
For ten years down,what would you realy say?

Hesitation,this is what got you here in the first place.
By now it's pellucid,time is always in some cosmological race that mankind never understands.

Today,
The past is here with you.
Treasure each,hallo?
Mind every,hi?
Plus return,every native greeting.
Before (s)he sends you a seasonal card or message.
So that the word stranger,erases from your relations of tomorrow.

M.O.O. aka C.E

I HAD A FRIEND

If I could i would,curse time and all its unwanting dimensions of reality.
Past,present and present.
Dont mention the future because we never see it coming.

Sincerely i despise courtesy to some point.
We met in a joint of social rejects,virtualy speaking.
But i was formal and well behaved,enough for her to let me be her friend.

Trends and trending we did that together.
More than a friend she became,an intimate today and romantic streams followed.
Remember how,she always called or inboxed.
Late night audio tapes we made for eternal echoes to trap and resound...

Back for my intergalactic mind of bonding to dissociate my love from her emotions,unexpectedly.
In a jiff my true self tranformed into a john doe pretender.
I despise myself now more than ever...

I smile at any girl while i should be crying for her.
Hug women for fun,whilst in my head pushing her away further.
But resist the extra mile,with them because i don't want to write a poem titled;

I HAD A LOVER

CARSWELL evoL aka the lost romanticist.�

IMITATION OF ME

Poisonous.
I have taken cyanide.
It is concentrated inside my heart.
And dripping upwards into my brain.

I see truth now.
Clearer than previous suspicions.
I never projected curiosity as a man insecure.

That was the first sip.
I assumed our relationship was like wine.
Somewhat maturing due to distance and space.
Assuring my mental that your loyalty was an antidote.
My conclusive assumptions are today my very,'Soft-killer,'drugs.

I am not in your shoe and never will be.
I look at things differently from obssesive perspectives.
I swallow truth as it is,not what it could be.
As my death nears and hell thirsts for my presence.

I say this to you.

You were made from my rib.
I repossesed the one I had given her and placed it in you.
I have taken it back spiritually now.
So,so that its physical fixation can always haunt your decision.
Your unforgivable step of replacing me with an imitation of what I was.

For once I compare.
Skin color and almost everything about him resembles me.
I just don't see feelings that replicate bolting desires.
I feel no passionate flares suspended above his head.

You could defend him.

This is my platform to tell you things I should'nt.
I just have to since I'm dying anyway.

I warned you.
You thought your type of,'Loveloyalty,'was impenetratable.
He pierced into your shields.
His arrow tip,smeared with toxic 'Mind Change' venom.
Injected into your heart,spread onto your ribs,disintergrated the one I gave you and left it in fractures.

These very pieces of shattered bone.
I feel them in my mouth descending as my body gets numb.
Paralysis coming into sunrise.
Cold gripping my soul like a risen sinner.

I have no confessions.
My heart is squeezing out the love syrup you gave me before your departure.
My mind is intoxicated with raged solutions of dispatch and vanish.
I accept this fact of irrational love.
I have to die for him to live inside you.

This angst of torture I can endure no more.

I have a feeling you will not justify your actions.
Nor will you fathom my suicide.
May you transform him too into someone elses mimic.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

GLOW IN THE LIGHT

A secret is about to be disclosed,not betrayal though.
No conviction.
For the wielder spills it for the public to see and hear.
The man fears.
She,head high,skin bright,lets them see what he did.
Copulation grid.
It's supposed to be between them alone,sun has shone.
The secret flown,
Poured out of the squares,beyond confines of confidentiality,
Rays play.
Tunes of cataclismic music seen in her eyes,
Coy man smiles.
As they walk down the road,fatigue alley closed,
A staring pause.
They clasp hands,spewing streaks of calm resplendence,
Laughter steals silence.
Strange eyes stare blankly,been there done that minds,can deduce,
Letting loose.
She's in that fraction of the few who hit maximum,
Ripe plums.
He planted well she grew over-night,
Glow in the light.

She does,like a flaming blue diamond breaking conserved rays.
She waited for days.
A modest pride encircles his thoughts,
Love boat.
This is what she misses when he is away,forgotten duties.
Floating daisy.
An almost never present captain who steers her into the horizon,
Far from dark horns.
She looks rejuvenated they can feel her rare aurora,
Bowing flora and fauna.
Nature goes mute in a stimulated manner as she drifts from A to Z,
"Stop,please."
Her burning glow will destroy nature cover her in something dull,
A Lonely heart calls.

Don't do that to her,
We love the publicity stunt.
It shows that if you chase after what you want.
Have and treasure it when you find atlast,
Everyone will see you,
Glow in the Brightest of Lights.
Call it Love for Love.

Carswell evoL aka M.O.O

I DRUNK RAIN

Standing staring searching,
Self questioning,"Is it coming?"
Stunning natural flickers,
Explosive sounds that could not let me discern.

Feeling the cold wind,
Brush my skin,
Flabber my eye-lashes,
Indirectly call on my jumper.

I felt the first drizzle drop,
Onto my coconut cells,
It tasted new and inviting,
Cloth tracing my jacket.

I gave it little thought,
Water seldom skelters me,
I'm neither salt nor sugar,
So shelter I hardly seek.

The heavens opened up,
It dove down like never before,
Thousands of faces read fear,
I knew the clouds were sad about it.

On and on torrents soaked,
The soil then grass,
Washed away the rose beds,
Eroded the stained stones.

Meekly stood lost at the centre,
Absorbing each icy drop,
Hail almost made me cover,
I loved it more for a while.

Suddenly the gauge was knee high,
I felt strange and knew it was no good sign,
So I sat on the road just to feel the flow strength.
It was weak but ascending faster than descending days.

I leaned back and fell into the flood,
Gulped the filthy fresh water,
If this is heaven's blood then baptise me,
Sink me into redemption river in the mid-death city,
Restore life and zeal thus be a better conservasionist.

Pull me up,flag me onto the highest cloud,
Watch me fall tomorrow as the prodigal rains,
Forgotten blessings cast into the thorns of destruction,
Spectate as I bring a new life and light to those who drink I.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

IN MY ALBUM

I woke up as an adolescent,
I never thought much about cents,for my senses where more,opposite gender related.
I went to sleep and awoke an adult memories visit me daily,
The weight of the present presses me back to the past repeatedly.
I smile and walk on hoping for better days to come,
I broaden my smile when I open the family album,

I see my sisters,paused in cheeky positions missing teeth and old school clothes,
I see my brothers,funny hairstyles that invite birds,
I see my father,in political trailers fire in his eyes,
I see mother,love in eyes and a patient face of responsibility working together.

In between the pages,dots of me exist,
I find it hard to believe I was that young and playful.

The album,slowly turns serious as my nieces and nephews appear,
I realise life gets to this point eventually,I force a smile of acceptance.
Uncles and aunts come to my recognition too,I wonder where they went to?

From this point on no picture of me,
It is like I stopped loving the camera.

Then comes the tearing images,of the departed ones,
Father...we miss you.
Brother...I miss you.
Sister...we miss you.
Nephew...I miss you.
The angels of fate interrupt my memory time,
Saying to me,"this is mankinds ultimate destination."

I back page to the first picture of me as a child,
And actually wish I was a baby once more,
In mothers womb.
I never saw that photo of her and me as one.
Would I take in the words of the angels',if I did?

I take a digital passport photo,
Emotionless face,
Too bad it wont end up in the family album,
Its mine to walk around with for public display.
Call it ridicule,to those who will never know what my thoughts were when I paused for it.

My album is closed.

M.O.O aka Carswell the photophobic relative.

H.M.D

One day our daughter will be old enough to understand,
The meaning of these initials.

Gratitude to you,
For giving her to me,
Despite the previous denial I was in at first.
Thank you for the patience,
Subsequent tolerance and strength of raising her.

I may never know the capacity and content of the tears you shed,
The many secrets in your chest that you have to keep to make her happy.
Certainly not will I replace nor compare motherhood to fatherhood,
For your heart and soul both you'd sacrifice to see her through.

Like my departed mother did,
Just to see me get the best in life.
Her powerful connection to the Holy spirit directed her,
She set me on a path on day four whence she departed.

I may never get the chance to thank her like a son,thus

My poetic self forever writes,
Inside my heart,
Imprints of concealed appreciation in mind,
No day goes by without her protection over me,
I feel it for I have seen it before,

In the lives of my sisters.
They love their children beyond themselves,
Forsook earthly pleasures,to protect and provide for their babies.
I thank them for being available for my special sleeping angelic nephew.
For teaching and caring for my ever growing nieces and nephews,
No work is easy,parenthood is no float of a simple cloud.

I know what mother is,
I have seen and live to observe her daily,
I give abundant thanks to God for this special creation he gave unto us,
As grandmother,aunts,sisters best yet,

You MOTHER.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL your son

GIRL FROM THE VILLAGE

Every time the cockerel crows,
The silohuette of her in my fading dream,
Sends me back to concious sleep,as i get on my feet.

The stinging cold strokes my nose,oooh!
Just then i see her trod down the river path,
I sneeze twice,as if seeking her attention and awakening my cattle.

She stares in my direction,
Throbbing heart,locked lips,unclear eyes,
Thats how much in my natural i get when she peeks into my uncivilised soul.
Must she do that to me everyday at sunset?

Her back,side and below.
May my future in-laws forgive me for saying this.
How delighted i'd be to touch,rub,hold then kiss.

Through her ears,i hear the river rush as it flows.
I find myself behind the river- tree admiring her curved fetch.
For how long will i do that?

Is she seeing my reflection,my face of rippled love,my body of bubbling comitments?
Can she see beyond the polygamistic skin that hides my desires?

Woman from the city,
Come to me,
Let me change you back to what your ancestral mothers were.

M.O.O aka C.E

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HALF FULL

I shouldn't be saying this.

I'm forced to,cause its your lips I never kissed.
I never wraped you in my palms,whilst the thirst for love blazed my heart.

I let our glass,rest.

Liquid of young pure love was brim-full.
I could not drink still for some childish reason.

Years of our company asunder has vaporized the bond in the jug that bound as together.
Half way drained,tucked in a prison,
Set on the table of time,heated by rays of self-denial.
I stare into this transparent state,you are in.
As your compeled to refill,then withdrawn by some mysticall fear.

Betwixt the freedom of choice and restrictions of free will,
Your cries and laughter I yonderly hear.

Then again reality of origin resets my fantasies.
As I feel the last drop of red,ripple my metaphysical being.
My hopes of having you back,
Interchange...

Half full,
Half empty,

Trapped in a void of confusion.
Sanity misses me,because of you.
I blame myself though for I did the damage.

All I'm left to do is,let go of the glass in the jug to drop...
Smash perhaps against the sands of friendship and brotherhood?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

ICE BREAK

Chilly emotions surround your heart,
I feel the shiver inside my murrow.
Your tongue is blue baked unkissable,
I record few words from you nowadays.
Your ducts flow cold tears,hail drops,
My open pores cannot trap them.
Body slowly gets frozen but your mind retains the burn,
I fear touching your glass-ice skin,so I step back.

Notice the ground you stand on conducts below zero temperature from your bare feet.
I,
Fall on my knees,sacrifice my bones and demote my veins.

Heart is ceasing its once larvly flow.
Unknowingly we both stuck on the same spot.
On some solitary iceberg,where;

Shivers...
Clattering teeth...
Frosty breath....
Blocked nasals...
Waxed ears...
Foiled skin...

And
Destruction beckon.

The mood is set,
Platter is iced and white,
Alto-nimbus clouds above us.
A fire ball falls,
Melting the centre of our zone,busy despise flake.
A regrettable crack is triggered,but
Time is no more in seasons.

So it is...

...B...r...e...a...k...ing,
Tearing into two big pieces,

You...
             Broken
                           Me...

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

JUST YOU

I don't have to look beyond the universe to find,
Words to decipher who you are.
Through your picture,on my photo gallery.
I peek into your mind,
Distance is only as close as far,
Don't take what I'm about to say as flattery.

Fallen stars shimmer within your eyeballs.
My mind twinkles with ideas as I stare,
Your skintone flares my liking
,to touch and fall,
Drown in your heart that burns for freedom.
Ensnare your beautiful traits, patience,risk-taking,jolly,attentive,open-mindedness and humane self.
Roll in all that....true you in my perspective.

Think for a second,onto a minute,
With all that you are,
Is it false to say that your ecstaticaly sweet in your own way?

M.O.O aka C.E

I LOVE US

Insects,girls fear them.
A bug bit you,
Infectious safe virus,
Harmless malady scientific name:
Lovespeakis.

It's spreading,
Like influenza in my system,

You detected it,
Seen it,swell down my veins,
Watched it,burst in my heart,
Splitting into micro-atoms of blazing brands within my eyes.

Look this way,be not coy.

Eye-borne contamination,
You contract the disease of;
Saying,
Whispering,
Screaming.

Sometimes simply...thinking,

Of me and you,
Doing insane things in our private space,
My palacial atmosphere of imprisoned peace.

Where clothes disappear,
Arousals reappear.
Blurred thoughts ever clear,
Unspoken words voluntarily said.

So capsules of restraint work repulsively,
Such that you are impulsive,much so,
All I do is listen to your windy voice,
Amazing chords of yes! Yes!
As my charming crosses of X's and O's,
Bottle you up in a stronger concoction.

Lay ups,sprints,marathon and that pampered triathlon,
Catch,catch your breath,
As we both step up into modes,
Modular speeds unseen here on earth.

Ssh! Ssh! Don't speak.
Keep it in,not another word.

I can read your mind,
"I too love us,"
This way every time it comes along.
Hence the rains keep singing that song.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

IF ONLY

I'm not a wishful thinker.
But ever since we met my imaginative self has taken over
Day and night.
Like now,laying on my bed you roam my head.

I'll wake up to find,
Dreams of uncertainity converted to vivid pictorials
Of illusive realities.

(Scaling down my eyes)

Sincerely,sometimes I feel trapped.
In a good way though,so,I have accepted this new condition.
Made probability my favorite subject...
No password protect,
I access and read your hearts data like I programmed your soul.

But if only,I could erase part of him.
Delete a few of the wrongs he did and evolutionise the good.
Perfect my art of making your life brighter than day.
Sing you more immaculate songs under the cover of dark amidst the gibous moon.
Draw you closer to my other half,than you are to my current better.

If only we could cross that river now,before reaching the bridge...,
It's possible and you know it.
Though some things still can not fit.
Time and age is the discouraging sludge.

If only you could walk above that and let me repair the trends of love.
I believe that you,would put me first like the symbollic dove.
Yes,make me the peace and tranquillity that you've been yearning for all this while.
Break your ego thus become like a child.

This can only be,if you make me your angel on earth.

M.O.O aka Carswell the unconditional IF

I LOST

We watched suns-fold in together,
swerved rocks over water.

Now you're drowning with hate.
Light refuses to resurface.

I have lost it,
lost the corner stone for my heart.

My palms thrust it,I smiled as it skid away.
Replay,I do so recapturing the final loop.
That your tongue pointed at,as it submerged.

I lost my voice,
lost words that could have saved me this sorrow.

Below,my rock gradualy turns to carbon,
instantly to diamond.

From here,where she nolonger is.
I see her valuable twinkle and sparkle by the ocean bed.

I cannot dive in for her.
Like I said,
I have lost her.
Lost the treasure I once had.

Carswel evoL aka M.O.O�

IT CAME OUT WRONG

Sometimes after eating the cream we say silly things.
Especially me the ice-cream licker.
My tongue gets sweetened to the point of bitterness.

Whispering silly things,
Self breeching my,think before you speak law.
Call that stupidity caused by sucrose and excitement.
My lips were incited to say displeasing words.

Momentus mental depravity,
Sorry about that,
Please forgive from thy heart?
Dismiss the slip of my pink weapon.
Return to my presence become one with me again.
I will never say such,next time I will refrain.

M.O.O aka C.E

HAPPY NEW TEARS

I try to picture this year better than,
the last twenty two years,
In glistened eyes,
I whisper prayers from my soul,
As they align in conjuction with the planetary systems,
And answers descend at dawn,
My frown fades,into a distinct smile my new face,
The tears of joy roll down.

You,dream of better days that begin today,
Starting with your mind as the first step,
Its painful so the sweat is always tears,
Born by fear and dispair,you know it comes the hard way.
Kneel and cry to Him more than ever this year.
As you wait for happy new tears.

They have it harder,though they look soft,
They weep silently deep in the hills as their hearts beget tenderness,
As they speak bitterly,sweet tears roll from their right eyes,
They imagine what gainful pain awaits us,left tears join the roll,
If bad men fall this beautiful year,wont the good have happy new tears to wipe off?

M.O.O aka Carswell the tear duct master

JUST WEAK

I wonder how I do it? But I do.
Does she always feel it?I bet she does.
That's why she states her law of me as,"I don't know how you make me weak but you do when I least expect it."

I ponder upon her law and come up with my principle,"I will always love and do anything in my power to make you happy."
It may sound absurd and impossible,
Being a man of my words is my greatest strength,invincible.
So I weaken her with my anti-venomous words.

My symbiosis to her,constantly grows and the swell is evident enough.
I know what makes her laugh.
Then her lips go feeble and seek a kiss.

I playfully miss,she falls into my arms,
Our love storm suddenly calms.
The embrace tightens,your muscles weaken I'm taking over your senses.

Do not say anything,
Just take my ring.
And seal this powerful commitment.

M.O.O aka C.E

I WILL

I look complicated,
I call you simple sweet names,
I ask examinable questions,
I take your mind to trips of trivial pleasure,
I make you imagine of impossibilities,
I try to keep you smiling and happy,
I touch you using words heard maybe unheard,
I keep dragging you into emotion packed thoughts,
I keep talking about...you to myself.

LOVE YOU

You always tend to be weary,
You fret to speak about your inner,
You barr your words into coded sounds,
You sleep when I least expect,
You ask what you pre-know,
You blend then camouflage instantaneously,
You cry in a tearless way sometimes,
You need it when I can hardly guess,
You desire to be free from love,
You enjoy all but one of the traits in...the loose me.

THIS WAY

As you are,caring but never loving the unchosen,
Talkative but ever minding what you say to me,
Kissing but in a friendly way,
Sketching us together then rapidly erasing,
Drowning inside yet floating above the sea of waves,
U-Turning whilst we need to go straight ahead into it,
Mind changing when you must make that critical decision,
Running away yet you should be nailed by my attraction,
Quibbling,instead of being tantalised,at the thought of us together,
Where I seek and you keep hidding from my deepest commandment.

I will love you this way,
In this format of loving one,who loves not the same as the lover expects.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

LANGUAGE OF A WOMAN

Jargon...for certain cliques.
Love...for hearts.
Hate...for sinister minds .
Speech...for love and hate.

We all speak to say something,
But the language of a woman fascinates men.
Intelligent men,know and comprehend the grammar from a womans mouth.

When she says maybe,
It means yes she will not be doing what you want.

She says no,
To imply she could do it under a certain condition.

Yes I can,
Her polite way of affirming your proposal but only you bear the consequence.

This could be a mis- interpretation.
A poor transcription.
A wrong translation of a womans word to what their minds actually intend.

Language of a man.
Misunderstanding.

M.O.O aka Carswell the decipheral linguist.

I DRUNK RAIN

Standing staring searching,
Self questioning,"Is it coming?"
Stunning natural flickers,
Explosive sounds that could not let me discern.

Feeling the cold wind,
Brush my skin,
Flabber my eye-lashes,
Indirectly call on my jumper.

I felt the first drizzle drop,
Onto my coconut cells,
It tasted new and inviting,
Cloth tracing my jacket.

I gave it little thought,
Water seldom skelters me,
I'm neither salt nor sugar,
So shelter I hardly seek.

The heavens opened up,
It dove down like never before,
Thousands of faces read fear,
I knew the clouds were sad about it.

On and on torrents soaked,
The soil then grass,
Washed away the rose beds,
Eroded the stained stones.

Meekly stood lost at the centre,
Absorbing each icy drop,
Hail almost made me cover,
I loved it more for a while.

Suddenly the gauge was knee high,
I felt strange and knew it was no good sign,
So I sat on the road just to feel the flow strength.
It was weak but ascending faster than descending days.

I leaned back and fell into the flood,
Gulped the filthy fresh water,
If this is heaven's blood then baptise me,
Sink me into redemption river in the mid-death city,
Restore life and zeal thus be a better conservasionist.

Pull me up,flag me onto the highest cloud,
Watch me fall tomorrow as the prodigal rains,
Forgotten blessings cast into the thorns of destruction,
Spectate as I bring a new life and light to those who drink I.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
Standing staring searching,
Self questioning,"Is it coming?"
Stunning natural flickers,
Explosive sounds that could not let me discern.

Feeling the cold wind,
Brush my skin,
Flabber my eye-lashes,
Indirectly call on my jumper.

I felt the first drizzle drop,
Onto my coconut cells,
It tasted new and inviting,
Cloth tracing my jacket.

I gave it little thought,
Water seldom skelters me,
I'm neither salt nor sugar,
So shelter I hardly seek.

The heavens opened up,
It dove down like never before,
Thousands of faces read fear,
I knew the clouds were sad about it.

On and on torrents soaked,
The soil then grass,
Washed away the rose beds,
Eroded the stained stones.

Meekly stood lost at the centre,
Absorbing each icy drop,
Hail almost made me cover,
I loved it more for a while.

Suddenly the gauge was knee high,
I felt strange and knew it was no good sign,
So I sat on the road just to feel the flow strength.
It was weak but ascending faster than descending days.

I leaned back and fell into the flood,
Gulped the filthy fresh water,
If this is heaven's blood then baptise me,
Sink me into redemption river in the mid-death city,
Restore life and zeal thus be a better conservasionist.

Pull me up,flag me onto the highest cloud,
Watch me fall tomorrow as the prodigal rains,
Forgotten blessings cast into the thorns of destruction,
Spectate as I bring a new life and light to those who drink I.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

FOURTEEN FALLS

We could be here now,yet possibly we had met then.
Way back before we were born.
There by the falls that lead into my lake.

From this point,in my humble canoe,
I can see you hop,from one fall to another.

Musical notes,follow silencing,the incessant gurgling sounds of white water.
On your seventh fall,I spot an artistic uprise.
You draw the most intriguing piece on the canvas of emanating molecules.
The whole world watches as you redifine the faulty lines of natural architecture.

Whilst I witness and report it for the poets to know that I was here.
Here brought by the waves of fate,
To give an account of the heroine in you.

I pen it away at per with the string sounds with from your guitar.
I arise on my canoe to give you a standing ovasion...
Nature pauses,no wind frozen sounds,zero gravity...

Up we float and connect the two lands of water.
Is this how we shall bring them together?

ONE LAKE

By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

Forbidden Love

Numerous definitions of love exist,types as well.
That's for those that believe in it,like mother to child and wife to husband.

For you and I things are different.
But almost the same somehow.
Brown skin,soil.
Pink skin,cloud.

Either way we are both of the earth.

I carry trees of hope,you wield rains of peace.
Shower them that forbid our love,
Based on immotive minds that hinder inter-continental bonds.
Tongues that obstruct inter-cultural births.
Eyes that blinden inter-racial light.

To the sun,with them that curse our young love.

Age and race.
Time and distance.
Mediums curse.
But our hearts shall bless the love untill rock turns to dust.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL�

FIVE STAR OVATION

April,May,
... ...
You taught me.
Recalling how it began...

I was running in loosened laces,
A race branded,"Open Truth."
I ignored scientific rules,
Allowed your principles to regulate my thoughts,
Every second represented by observable,"Fantastic Galaxies,"known.

In the sixth month you detached from the umbilical universe,
Your name was easy to pick.

In absentia,
From that point;
I fell inside your eyes,
Longed to taste your lips,
Itched for your embrace,
Collapsed at your humble feet,
Ten nine years later.

Became a slave to your dominion,
I pour desires daily,
Even when they least whet your emotions,
If I your reign subjugates me,
I shall seek the truth not,for
My submission is plain.

All I know is the other four stars in you are spectacular.
Bravery,
Decisiveness,
Loyalty,
Craziness.
At this point you wonder what is the first star?

Love.
Sane love set inside your systematic magnetics.
Pulls of surpressed affection bounce out your voice,
Pools of what you fear to feel drown me already.

I cannot lie to myself,
I accept defeat in a war of peaceful hearts and minds.
I have lost the battle of pretence,
I stand audaciously and proclaim your gifts.
I am giving you a flying ovasion,
That only actual celestial stars,undiscovered
Can contest and steal.

I revolve in your arms tonight.
As nature claps to the achievement of beauty unspoken.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

FIRST ARGUEMENT

It seems so perfect from the edge of singlehood.
Seeing them together,walking,holding hands even singing love choruses.

Should i compare them to love birds?
Peregrination, about them and love.

Let's talk about words,silent and screaming sentences.
That ring and hide,above waves and below unmovable rocks.

When the perfect no longer exists,the imperfect unearthed.
Frustration and anger,popped by petty issues.
Spreeing insults,that echo forever.
Days of silence that ensue.

So that is what love realy is?

Or should i say what birds realy aren't?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL�

FIRE AND WATER

People create new forms,
Intensity varries according to requirement.
Can we demand the stillness of strange waters?
Or command fire to stop consuming mortals?

I read in the Holy Book,of the Son of Man quelling the waters and silencing the winds that jolted the sea.

We read of,the three whom never burned in the furnace because of faith.

I'm mentally challenged trying to understand.
How strong,love can be sometimes.
Only when we love the good in us and in others.
Then,tend to envision some paradise unknown.
Our hearts fuse with the mind and an overwhelming might,to live amidst the troubles of 'Harmony' ,erupts.
Love disects into a hemisphere of some Holy water that acts like the mystical fountain of eternal life.

But that scares me sometimes.
For water...has three states and in this case,'Half-States'.
Liquid,aqueous and solid.
Swallow it,as the insightful thought sparks a flame.

Fiery love takes control,
That love accompanied by rage which fuels distraction and vaporises the serene love we knew.
A temperate metered and over expressed love that burns red,giving rise to orange embers that suffocate those around us.
Is that love human or supernatural?
For I see not beyond its core source,
My eyes are shut,so is the worlds' as we fail to live and love with equall measure.

So the two stato-spheres of Love,collide for once,
And...
End.

A medium in between them is formed.
End...
And.

Evol is there.

M.O.O aka C.

FEELS LIKE FOREVER

I have only been waiting for days,
Sincerely it feels like years,
Sitted by the bridge on the cliff over-seeing the sea.

Your waving hallo to me as your ship approaches.

I stare and wave back,
As you drift,
My attention focused on the vessel,
Muscles sorrounding you,
You amongst them as the vulnerable one.

Behind you light that contorts beams of life,
Clouds that obstruct a man's strife,
Enlightened atmosphere that recreates nature into artificial,
Plastic voyage.

The horizon is far behind,
What I don't get is are you going or returning?
For the more you wave the further my bridge shifts back,
Whilst the cliff narrows the distance fromyour ship.

Suddenly days become minutes,
That repeat themselves like the eleventh hour,
Mid night/day just won't strike.

You realise this and your mood changes,
No more smiles no more waving with excitement.
Your ship leaves sail and drifts on the very land my cliff forms.
You come closer,
The winds of time blowing in your favour.

My bridge thinning,
I stand up to watch this magnificent feat,
I open to call but my dropped jaws lack coordination,
No words;just my foul past breath,present stupefied tongue and future valueless teeth.

Sticking out my arm to reach for you as you float towards my bridge,
It seems like forever for our distance just can't close.
Time tricking,
Speed limiting,
Distance prohibiting.

Stretch out,listen to my whispers of now.
Hear me recite these eerie words that make you visualise my topographical illogics.

Yes stare at my feelings...find those dimensions of chronological attention drifts.

Hold my hand before I turn to dust,
For I feel my hour glass feet getting feeble,
Drying and the effect running upwards fast.
The dehydration is upto my neck,
Dry bottles,no water.

I become a desert dunes in form of a statue...
Immediately you touch me.

You took forever to speak,
Yet you had the power to change everything.
I crumble into dust,
Blown into what was...
Will you gather me?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

FEAR OF FAILURE

Faith.
I kneel to pray,
As she tips over the ashtray.
Hope.
I lay on the bed,
Her mind miles ahead.
Smile.
I take doses of pills,
Pellets of emotional bills.
Tears.
I listen to her sob,
I relate it to her kind of job.
Fall.
Over and over again,
I let myself into the gates of pain.
Night.
Becomes day for us both,
As she caresses my mouth.
Touch.
Inflicts the thorns,
Deeper and louder than home-bound horns.
Cogitate.
Returning her to her parents,
But she quickly repents.
Forgive.
And forgotten I do,
Then it rebounds like a persistent flu.
This.
Kind of love can kill.
Because its pour then refill.
Hate.
Bruises as we dream,
None of us melts the cream.
Pretence.
At dawn becomes the norm,
Fast comes the shower of storms.
Arguements.
Flood our house,
Strangers can see it on your favorite blouse.
Reconciliation.
Whence we return within the brackets,
Of toleration and understanding perfect.
Until.
When it replays,
And all they can say.
Is.
Its the fear of failure.
That keeps them together.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

EVER BUSY

You push me away.
Figuring what I did,is hard,
Do I deserve to be repelled this way?

Attraction is silent chaos.
I try mending,I really can't,
Not even my configuration bears a pause.

I protest in a civil technique.
Switch statii daily,do you see?
Your business makes idle sounds opaque.

I text and call you sometimes,
All I find is a one worded reply,
So good communication too sublimes?

Again,"Call me back later,"
I stupidly do.
Your time as rare and secret as holy water.

I decide now and here,
You and I will go separate ways,
Your heart deserted emotions bare.

That is the path you draw,
So I will let you perfect it steadily,
A side job you do as I'm idling in the know.

Vanishing like a drifting ship,
Our hearts on misdiricted journies,
A worrying vision repeats in my half-sleep.

Interrupts of complaints,
How much you ignore the issues,
Disruption and afflictions my eyes paint.

I give you something to be busy about,
A worthwile task forever unforgettable,
Trying to find me and my attention when I'm officially out.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL the idle composer.

ENCOMIUM

I never knew my life would stream into your sea of time.
Never saw the light until i heard your voice.
Never felt things with more passion than after i tasted your mind.

I never realy did much before knowing a little about you.

You talk sense everytime.
Give console beyond wisdom.
Tackle issues with utmost dexterity.
One of a kind mind.
Big heart that gives and assists people.
When yourself locked in problems you still solve my issues.
Amazing virtues of humanity in you.

Sir,you are my unsung hero.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

DRY FOUNTAIN

Crafted uniquely of pure marble stone.
Three layers of sprouting beauty.

Top,no bone.
Middle,mini- maturity.
Below,the core of life itself.

Water spirited by subtle urge.
Pooling and over-flowing betwixt my palms then fingers.

Couldn't sustain her aqueous heart.

So the fountain's only solid love surged.

They were no rain drums.
Nor olive leaf from the active dove.
To alert or let me know.

Momentarily,the fountain flow vanished.
Though retaining outward magnificence.
Yet deep in the pipes of revelation lay untellable significance.

No more drips of lust,
Zero siphoning of confusion or waves of feeling lost.

Atlast the fountain has been drenched,
By the founding garden she always knew and will forever feel and re-fill.

Carswell evoL aka the orientator�

DREAMS HAUNTING

I fear sleep for so many reasons,
I brave insomnia constantly,
Formally bracing for a puzzling nightmare.
I come up then sink back,like bouyant bait mark,
Your love beneath and hate above,
In between a medium of confusion.
I still drift..
Swift far...
I split into little dreams...

You keep calling in a dis-affectionate voice,
You speak to me using sight,
Beckoning my indented personality,
I never really emerge due to uncertainities.
Yet I'm right there.
You touch me I turn back,
See your friends face instead.

She is geometrically cute,
All her beauty spots perfectly placed,
I get attracted to her faster than copper metal to, electrostatic charges.
Her glaring stare melts my nostalgic blood,
My pale tongue melts inside her burning mouth,
When she touches me my black blood vaporises then condenses to form white emotions,

I look transfigured and feel angelic.

The unexpected occurs,
She transmogriys into you...
Suddenly! My moment of flight is shattered,
I revert into inert solid,
Frozen feet,
Stiff spine,
Chilled hands and...
An iceberg head.

Persuaded by nature,comparative choices.

You call for me,
I respond to her,
With me you are,
Inside her I am.

She cannot let me restore my persona around you anymore.
Ground beneath,faults open...
Swallows me up,
I plunge,wailing...
I fall,moaning defeatedly,
I scream a combination of both your names.
That way shutting the hollow above.
Darkness engulfs.

I land hard on my soft bed,
Perspirating,
Worried and sorry for myself.
I just made the worst mistake,
"Thought of you as a haunting dream that I can't escape."

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

DRAW THE BOUNDARY

I would never choose to be at the front line of surging hearts,
That is Emotional Suicide.

So the line has to be drawn,
Between the types of love known.

Here is a sketch:
No capital letters when adressing me i.e SWEETHERT
No fullstops that begin,instead of end sentences i.e B.A.B.Y.
No shades of pencils that sting the eye and tease the mind i.e HoNeY.

Frame the relationship with non-philic emotions.
The language and tonal effects must reflect the defined love between us.
That non-intimate,unplayed,non-stimulated,zero rated kind of love.

Where Friendship means,free ends in a ship.
That journey together yet,inter-dependent during the voyage of life hence never engage in that dreaded Erotic Love Battle.

The line must be drawn,on land.
It must be defined in the air,
And certified in water.
Your my sister,
I'm your brother.
That is the boundary we have created.

Carswell evoL aka M.O.O

DRAIN IN THE SEA

We see naturally strange things occur.
Unfortunately talk less about them untill they grow into normal things.
Society is mute,evil is loud and abusing the once sonorous sounds.

The third eyes of mankind sent me a warning letter tittled,"Drain In The Sea."
It was sealed in a grey envelope,i feared reading it at first but i had to,cause i'm part of them too.

Content...
A hole exists in the sea,a swirl can be seen.
The fish and plants are at risk,trust us the wind isn't brisk.
Life is dwindling within the waves,the whole sea is turning into an open cave.
In no time its all gone,nothing left but jejune bones.
No one will talk about it when it's over,some will blame it on the innocent solar.
No rain shall be seen for years,the feeling of thirst will be mans biggest fear.
The clouds shall hover and mock us,thence we realise it was an imminent curse.
Mountains will cry,savannahs go dry.
Trees shall combust into black dust in an instant,the undiscovered rivers' flow will cease to be constant.

All because they drained the sea,when they let the oil plants leak.
They drilled the bed of the waters,searching for minerals to make themselves richer.

                       Yours worried, brothers from the future.

I recollect and decipher their message once more.
I sit on my tiled floor and a vibe of sorrow mixed with fear strikes my mind and body.
I don't want to go into that future.
Do you?

M.O.O aka Carswell the mind filler.

DISTANT VOICE

It's common for beauty to be defined in the exterior.
I'm no street analyst, i delve beyond that.
Even though i cannot see you from here my conclusion is.
Your one unique mysterious lass.
For...
Your voice cracks my glass ear drums,
Smeethered pieces fall into my medulla,
Momentarily cascading my logics,
(Voice trick)

Sonorous melodies echo on.
I'm drawn to the edge of the well...
I've been thirsting,for this kind of beauty.
Drop! after drop!liquidated beats surface on broken pieces.

(Reverse effect)

The sweet sounds melt and remould my inner senses.
If only i could touch this source of meritorious notes and possibly kiss it just too have it internally forever.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

DIMPLE FACE

We were within your bedroom walls.
My personality confined in a monopoly block.
With every roll of words you diced,my heart raced.
The gallant pace set by your marble-gorgeous eyes,
Placed me in an anxious stroke tempting bunjee spring.

Permissibly I ogled while you sat on your velvet sheets,
Green nightdress,tantalizing complexion from toe to neck.
My mumbles tongued out like pellucid words inside my head.
As you instructed with your sonorous voice, I reacted like a guilty child found licking honey...slowly...walked.

I finally got to the edge of your bed; our feet touched,
An electric wave of impossibility streamed into my system,
Possible lights switched on in my eyeballs.

I immersed my fingers into your scented hair.
Electronic analysis I did of your rare facial specifics.
You wield a deep enough,  endangered;

'Dimple sweetora'

So distinct and beautiful,
Perfectly impressed into your cheeks,
My thumb couldn't resist to feel the soft dent of creation,on the most supple skin.
I kissed your forehead,pecked your other cheek,
Then smothered your dimple as if attempting to reverse the natural state.
I fell into your dimple in an imaginary way,
Landed on your heart in reality.
What a dimple this be,simple in the external infectious internally.

I seek to find you whence I return,
When you call me back to terrorise your tempting beauty,
Using these words and moulding with my printing finger tips.
Tell me when your ready for more.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE

I'm contented adoring her sweetness,then
Drowning in her ecstatic aurora.
It is more than a wish,
A belief be it,that
She too will love me,someday.

She mistakenly thinks I'm a thespian.
I correct her,
I am a known novice of reality.
Existing in factual shades of emotions from space,
Where the only matter that sorrounds me,
Are rays of her voice,
Roaming my love system all year round.

Periodically scratching my orbital surfaces,using
Her ticklish nails.
Then shamelessly,
Gyrate inside my universe constantly.

A perfect blend of man and woman,
I submit to every order,
As I forsee that she gets all she wants.
She knows it,yet never misuses her power to manipulate me.
Maintaining respect and openness.
That way she ties me closer to her revolution.

They say I have been;
Drugged,disconnected,
Detached and dissected.
By her incredible criterion of seduction.
Later she confesses her strengths,to me.

When she apologises for not loving me as deep as I dote her,
I sigh and pull her close,
Motion her to lay on my chested pillow.
I say nothing,
Simply crawl onto her heat core,
Explore her innerself without much worry.

She belongs to me now,
Even though she longs for him still.

I don't mind that...
I don't care about him...
I can't let his needs get in the way of what I want...

She knows how I think and what I feel.

Finally she understands that my love is of sacrifice.
So deep that I would speed into a black hole to find hers.
So risky that I would sky jump into a Bermuda Triangle storm to seek her embrace.
So temperate that I can walk into a kiln to touch and kiss her heart.

She knows my love is different and out of this lifetime.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

DEFINITION

Me....
And.
You...
Can never be the same before mankind.
Yet to God we are equal kinds.
No race,no riches,no level of intelligence nothing about us apart from our rightousness or sinfulness matter to Him.
I'm fat your slim.
Your old I'm younger,
Weak or stronger.
Absolutely nothing.
Both our spirits are everlasting,
Though death might take us away differently,
Estimate it with probability.
You...
And.
Me...
Scales of humanity,
Trapped in adversities.
Trouble and tears strike and roll.
Will you still stand and judge?
As I sit and analyse?
Between the good in you and the bad in me...?
My mind is sterilised.
Your heart is submerged.
We...
You and I...
Float over the definitions of true religion and genuine politics.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

DANCING IN THE DARK

We both love music,so we do this like a lyric
Turn the lights off,move the furniture away
Take control of the floor space,as the furry surface feels our feet
Sink our minds in floating beats,drown our hearts inside electric trances
Let the beauty of dress,lure the naughty in me to take chances
As you choreograph and I follow,mastering every step

Suddenly perspiring.

I keep my cool,for the window is breezing in life
The moonlight blessing,night sun watching
Breathing out chemical winds,as our attraction is tested
The feeling is mutual,our hands lock as usual
We break into an irreversible connection,our bodies bond
Eyes engage in seductive mixes,I want it,you want it
Hold me tight over my neck,I grip you gently around your waist
Atomic distance between our lips,I hold it no further
I'm under the spell of music,we are about to loose it

Bound to get exciting.

Like some magical high frequency wave,I pull up your night dress
Like one Low frequency band,you pull down my night boxer
Skin to skin,two denuded dancers meshed under no lights
For once good exists in evil's atmosphere,does it fear?
We change the norms of music,we transform classical dance into something untamed

Descending

My tongue sings along,to the music of your senses
Your palms drum on,the spots of my skin
I scale of my reservations,you lay on the floor and invite me into
I hearken to the fusion you create,my systems overheat
I overload your echoes,now the void is filled with another kind of music
A type so sweet,the drum beats fade in its presence
I hear I dance,you make you take
We go to a world of music so rare,no light dares to peek

Ascending

Our bond strengthens,no judge speaks
We do it so fast,the drum pad veers off synchronization
Technical words accompany the temporal strokes,shouts and screams
I urge your technique to the edge,you call on me to go with you
Yes,(no),we go so far into the musical world we forget the words
Eardrums rapture to the good,the floor is fractured by our moves
We retract thus recollect,I embrace your breath
We now recite a French poem together,that was one sturdy dome

Our own composition.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

CRACKS WITHIN

Listen,hear the whistle of time split the morning peace.
Your silence,taps my heart causing a fault line.
I move away,to reduce the effect but its pointless.

Here,escapism somehow
boomerangs to trapism.

Your tears of dispair flood my clayed soul.
I feel breezes of your hidden emotions caress my mind.
Our relationship is like mire nowadays.

The little suns around,seek to distort my shape of bond with you.
Their rays of rumors,drain your little left affection.
A breaking-comet,strikes us both...a dent of love forms...
We crack with rage and an eerie sacrificial philanthropy of letting go takes over.

Walk away...
You walk away...
Go separate ways.
The crater fills with sorrow.
Weeds of immorality emerge.
Tears of joy crack those of pain.
More confusion than illusion.
The picture is as real as it looks.

M.O.O aka carswell the shrivelled body.

CRACKED FIRST

Not only golden but seldom misquoted.
Dear friend,

               REF: I GIVE UP
I'm poor at this trend,
Dear friend.
I have swallowed my little pride,
Spoken first,for I thirst to hear from you.

I dreamt of us together separately,
I was in a perfume bottle somewhere in your leather purse.
Tapping the glass hoping to see the sun,
I knew you couldn't hear me,how golden of you.

For long I suffocated,
Not sure if it was caused by the over-pleasant scent of the empty bottle or by the words congested in my chest?

I shatter the prison now,listen to the glass diperse into smithereens,
Insert your busy palm into this purse and let the pieces (this piece) cut your thumb,
Pull it back and kiss the cut,taste the blood.

My heartfelt emotions have been transmitted into your silent system,
Now speak,let me hear your unquoted voice.

I have read enough of your statii,
Write to me,open your heart and tell me two things;

Why you keep quiet for so long?
A.N.D
Why I feel like your beyond my reach?

              R.S.V.P; I GIVE IN

The cold peace is over.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

COLORLESS LOVE

They sit on a hill like legendary elites,
Winged like mythical fairies,
Winds of peace blow their feathery hair.
Palms of good and hope clutch together,
A bond that sees beyond beauty is formed....

A rainbow appears before them,
But its colorless,almost invisible,yet they point at and marvel at it.
They stare at the grass below and scattered trees,
No color is pickable by the naked eye,yet they smile and their lips get pinker.

Before one can spell silver,
Sun set begins,

No orange-red ambiance,
Bond between them,literaly erases natural paints.
The very pigments of creation fade away when they are together.
Vanish from ordinary eyes,and sprout in their minds.
Veteran painters and 3D illusionists live deep in their one-mindedness craft of love,

Love in its most natural frame.

M.O.O aka Carswell the word-artist.

COINCEDENTAL AFFAIRS

When we met I knew nothing about you,
All I had were possible fantasies,
Several hypotheses and one fact at hand,
That you were a young lovely lady.

I took chances by moving first and fast,
Your response to my advance was super warm,
For the first time in many years I felt like a happy man.

We shook hands traded numbers that are almost alike,
Shared typical medical conditions,
Both yearned for release from distant bondage,
We had missed how it felt like to be kissed,
More so,what it meant to be ripped and stuffed with love,
Wool soft emotions and thorn sharp affectionate radiations.

We had urges,I knew that and made irreversible pledges.

Now we share other things in common as a result;
Same thoughts,
Similar song selection,
Search for inner peace,
Enthusiasm for motors,
Interest in cybernetics,

Biggest yet,loving in the most passionate way.

You're smiling as you imagine,
How I must be feeling as I write about us.
If you laugh then it means I'm right,
If not then I'm wrong but in a correct way.
If none of the above then you must book an appointment,
Agenda being;
My status is coincedental?
Or
These are factual matters of two hearts,
Bound to be soulmates.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

CLOUDS BELOW THE ZONE

Many years back,we were puddles.
Results of typhoon like love.
Of course we almost never knew how our trees met.
We fell not far from their shades of different seasons.

Today we are here....
              Rivers of raging desires.
               Lakes of swaying ambitions.
                Seas of overwhelming talents and gifts.

The world heats our surfaces ruthlessly.
Ray upon beam of hate and unfair treatment.
Shakes that break our ritcher minds.
Larva of pains and dissapointments that condense our hopes.

                  Mist is formed...
                  Above,envisioned clouds of a new generation.
                  Thick nimbus fruits.
                   A secret society of good-Will minds is about to fall.

They are only seen....
As the grass turns green.
Another child walks into the scene.
Changes the climate... with words of affirmation and an elusive vicissitude.

Zonal clouds...we...just suspend and recycle it all over again.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

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CLOUDS ARE ANGELS

I bit my tongue,
When the thought flashed,
As mind created,
As eye observed them.

White,new snow in the poles.
Chosen color of hope,
Wings for faith,
Gentle winds of love,
Marvel!
At these sweet serene clouds,
Floating high and above watching,
Keenly observing us,
Protecting the masses from the angry sun.
They drift cautiously,
Non-verbally communicating,
With and to the insensitive civilians,plus the vigilant astronomers.
Telling them,"We are here to secure a safe haven for yee."

Few hearken to their voices,
One focus,on the pace at which they move,
      ...As darkness cascades,
A different kind of angel parades.

Opaque clouds.
Enormous dark-grey bulbs,
Lightening and thunder wrenching comotion,
They glare with wrath,
Embers of vengeance speak as they fall nearer.
Lifeless sky,
We see nothing,hidden stars.
angels turn deflective red.
Fear grips still winds,tornadoes born.
Infrared rays from the murkiest spirits,
Hunt for us: The Innocently Ignorant.
We are devoured by evil vested upon them.

Guardless mankind,
Failure turns tragic,
Magic ever sought inside black,
Unpredictable rains flood as evil,
Selfish fallen angels celebrate.

Overnight,overhaul,
Short lived victory.
An overall Angel,
restores order amidst the transition.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

CLOUD ESCAPE

Little romance on earth,
The expansive waters have lost emotions,personified.
Hills and mountains have forsaken shadows of affection,allegory.
Web-sites have phased books out of expressions,e-words replacements,pun.

For that reason,
We teleport to the clouds in real time.

Speaking in fathomable boggling words,oxymoron.
Doing it perfectly as though a novice,simile.
Touching moulded pleasure spots as Auguste on Liberty,allusion.
Kissing keeping you high with intoxicating saliva,alliteration,assonance,hyperbole.

You're here above the world but I'm taking you there,foreshadowing.
Male and female hidden organs humane flow,analogy.
I'm the waist line your prime time ticking until your bells ring,onomatopoeia.

Up,up! To that epitomal point of pleasure utterely unstoppable,climax.
Our actions melt our skins dripping faucets,metaphors.

We descend majestically onto the pink-redish clouds,
Set next to eachother watching the sunset,
Absorb in and away the scene we just ended,begot by faithful love.

Imagination overcame creativity,
I discovered thee amongst them and married you into my kingdom in the clouds above the world.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

CAN NEVER BE

My heart speaks not,
Knots,in them veins tangled,blots.
Red shirt fairly stained,
Feigned,bleeding ooze strained.
Voice far from audacity,
Tenacity,plea to liberate captivity.
Possible release from ferrets,
Belted,from ankle to chest.

This must end.

Broken separated from you,
Blue,shades of what I've gone through.
Letting go of this because,
Flaws,in us raises brows.
So we must back step slowly,
Glory,fading away proudly.
As if commisioned to surrender,
Dimmer,as the eclipse edges closer.

I stand beneath the umbra.

Light in your eyes,
Lies,that bid truth goodbye.
My super dark mind,
Behind,anguish constantly grinds.
Truth from darkness,
Stress,blankets inborn resilience.
Your sheets smile at me,
See,this what we can never be.

Fruits of your labour.

Contrastively we have already become,
Pommes,plucked from alternate homes.
Choke my throat gently now,
Bow,culminate this show.
We cannot be soul mates,
Gates of love have no dates.
I have chosen our exact,
Art,type that only one plays one part.

Poem,inspired by a painting.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

CAN I WATCH?

I see many things.
Certainly I can say it all.
I'm tired of this life
That only knows pain,
I'm tempted to obliterate this fake pictures hang on my wall.
Why did I pose with them anyway?

HOW SHALL I LEAVE?

Will you have predicted it when it happens,
Will it shock you my beloved,
Will it make you weep or wail?
Will you wish about what we never did?
It depends on,intensity of the tragedy that leads to my depature.

DO YOU ACCEPT?

Have you come to terms with this,
Has it sank into your living souls that I'm gone,
Hope my moments with you all are blessed memories,
You wont see me in your dreams for,I dont exist in the physical no more.
One thing dont praise me for what I never did,speak the truth.

I REST SOMEWHERE

Where is this place of blurred images that gnaw upon my spirit?
Did I board the wrong religion?
Did my human nature get me here?

GOD KNEW

Time means nothing to HIM who IS was and shall forever BE.
The Book said so.
So my fate was written before my conception.
My generation was before me and continues upto when the skies fold in.

M.O.O aka Carswell Love

CAN I SAY SECURE

Far away my loved ones may be,
I worry at the thought of danger.
Agony and dispair(flames of anger).
From this point can you see?

I travel along paths of inhumane roads,
Bumps no longer struggles rather,
There exists more than perfect lanes that hasten,
Dents at the axis.

Family is more than broadway societies(it's blood and armour)
So them that celebrate whence they depart...
My ears abhor your voices.

I weep at the depraved state of;
Watch and monitor,(aliens)
Locate and trace,(amunition and explosives).
Conjecture,eyes that should see,
Are blind-folded by stings sent from hades.

Look at those innocent bodies laying here and there,

Feel the Angel of Death's presence...

I can almost see beyond the wind and void created,
Yes,picture him smile at the destruction and gradual end of peace.

Order of Magnitude gets more disorderly,
Fear factor is at record high,
The guilty fear nothing,
Unconcerned populace go about fiercely fearless.

A confusion beyond the world,
Constant in both conscious and sub-conscious.

Waves of light obstructed by obstreperous sounds of goodbye.

Nothing is safe anymore,
Not the forces,not the protected,
Not the insecure nor the vaulted,

Can I say one thing is safe;
Dreams unsaid,
Ambitions unannounced,
Work humbled.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

BUBBLE IN THE RAIN

I have been walking,in a particular direction on a certain road,
Towards love town,on patient path.
The curbs I hit,twist my emotions so I feel the load.

Pressing...

Against my chest,it tears my vest,
I look demented,the tarmac seems contorted,
No shoes on and socks half torn.

Pressure...

Within my mind,perspiring siezelessly,
Winds of question from the sightless promised land,
Sweep,then uplifts my sweat,the heat pumps on,down to my feet self scorn.

Gravity...

I kneel to plead for mercy,to end this lunacy,
My voice only irks the clouds above to drip,
Drop,pour and drench me in natures wrath.
I took the wrong path,though there wasn't a right one.

Pull...

Knee caps submerge,go numb my palms dipped,
I swallow confusing sips,they are,
Bubbles in the Rain,

Between...

My fingers,feeling them linger and tease my sense of touch,
I struggle to trap the millions,they heed not to my grip,
Greasy hands,shall never stroke love land.

Inside...

The bubbles flow into my system,taste pricked to speak,
Wide open,more molecules jet into my cavities,
The cold,folds my heat,erupts then busrts into electric shocks.

Energy...

Every gene within awakens,vision of love becomes real.
I find myself at the door-step of love castle.

Then I question myself twice;
Are there clouds inside?
Are there bubbles of clear love molecules in the rain?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

BROKEN SHACKLES

There is a force sorrounding mankind,sadly binding man to trouble and dispair.

An Angel watches as firmament darkens.

Man looks and sees not,the fog is too thick and below zero.
Their spirits are frozen,muscles tightened no flex against the ill winds,
Eye lids twitch with some hope for emancipation.

Repentant tears puddle at the bottom of their eyelids.
The enemy,whips them to instill fear in their souls.
Weakening their might a while longer,
Darkness becomes stronger.
The closeness to their creator dents further from the Light.
There seens to be no more Way.
Mankind is fading once again to lost souls,
Souls bound to fear and obidience to the prince of the world and his minnions.

The Angel speaks,the expanse shakes.

Darkness escapes,divine magnificence manifested.
His children look up and see a resplendent star.
The fog vanishes whence His breath of power sweeps the earth.
Mankind retracks onto the,Way covered and protected by the Light.

No more fear,chains of spiritual bondage have been burnt by the Holy-fire.
They lift their hands high up,praising and worshipping the only King they see.
Faith,hope and love again restored.

Mankind next to God like before.

M.O.O aka C.E

BORN TO BOND

Great things come in two's,

Like Jack and Jill,

As they walk back home,
They will see everything in two,
Paired like birds.
Together like scissors,cutting away from single threads.
Bounded like canvas onto an African regalia.
Eyes roll together,to see this real dream,they had before it all began.

Where did it begin?

Was it by the shores where the ocean and sky meet.
Did you two,play feet on the sand game,leaving behind sunken,two,two footprints?
Was it in some secret location hidden from us,
Or infront of our conscious -selves back in class?

It matters least now,does it.
For,
Sunset found you together embracing,moon shone over your hearts like divine dressings.
The waters of conditions worked with the echoes of aquatic creatures.
Nature was blessing,way before the ring got curved.

To Man,
A woman was given,
In two's the animals driven,
Your Ark Jack,is about you and her now.
Storms will shake,winds of unrest blow,
Hold on to her,like so says the vow.
Never turn your back on our daughter.

Unto Woman,
Mans rib was planted,
So Jill,remind him daily that you complete him.
Without you he can't swim,
When life is wrecked beyond his strength.
Lean to God for wisdom to be the best helper to your man.
Love never judges.

Marriage is never easy,
Like a drug it can make you dizzy and sometimes lazy.
Just always stop and stare into the past,deep in eachothers eyes...
Trials will come and pass.

Remember how it began.
I'm a proud witness to this new journey,
It makes us envision milk and honey,
As we imagine the later fruits of your bond into marriage.

It is not fantasy believe and always pray for those better days in union as God so promises man and woman,
As they become one,
Mr. And Mrs.

M.O.O aka C.E

BIRDS AND SNAKES

Inadequacy,i now understand why it is spread everywhere,
Like how the serpent slithers,
Searching for sin-pills to fill the good bottle,
Point where the problem began,

As in my drunken state...
As the sun blinked away
As in my dreaded fate...
As the wind tuned in sway

Slithering serpent hissed next to my ear,
It told me that this ground belongs to him,
I wasn't allowed to slumber on the grass,
That i had only six minutes to arise and leave,
I struggled to open my eyes only to watch him meander along the green,
Seeing the rodents scurry and insects hide as he vanished into the tame wild.

Look up in alert mode...
Look beyond the blue
Look up into failure abode...
Look beyond precipitating dew

Singing bird proudly swerves in peaceful tunes,
My eyes zoom in to it's body structure,
I begin to wonder how such a small bird can fly and eat and live so happily,
Why it goes round and round above me as if expecting me to fear it,
Then i notice it's watching a worm next to my shaky right arm,
In that realisation i pretend to be asleep and dead,
In seconds,worm gone so is the bird.

Six minutes gone,i find myself at home,
No wife no children.
I drop my lazy body on my arm chair,
Clarity slowly returning,i never noticed the color of the snake nor the bird.
This is a graphical world how will i explain this to my family when they return from worship?

I wait,wait and wait.
Six hours later,the door opens
The snake and bird enter.
So does my drunken and observant imagination.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

beyond MY reach

Not pointing fingers,
Tears from my brain,
Have flown into my eyes.
I will not blink,it would be embarrasing.
I just stare and assume what I deduce,to be nearest to the truth.

I incompletely match your thoughts.

The more days roll,
The higher we fall,up then down,
Far from eachother.
At some point feels like you are controlling destiny.
As I,the fool in love,watch helplessly.

I fail to meet your wishes.

Space...Vaccum...
Mediums we gladly swim in.
Your chin raised high above my head,
All I see,is your glorious neck,
Red lip-gloss glittering for ocassions I never attend.
I try to play pretend,
Oooh! You shamelessly fall into the game,
Wild heart turned tame.

Wait...here...hold my flaming heart.
Is the burn beyond your reach?

I know my radiating feelings do not move your thinking.
I'm forced to conclude your mind is made up,
You now know what you want.
Certainly not a blunt pen-knife,
Rather a sharpened double edged sword.
One edge...speaks silently,
The other...whispers loudly.

I cannot touch your heart and soul.

The serious joke about it all is,
You have perfomed the first cut before.
It was deep but I healed it using understanding and patience,
As you spoke,I listened in between your words,
Whilst you cut and inflicted reasons attached to lessons.

On the other blade,
I experienced whispers of conflicting emotions,brushing against preset fate,
Where the less you said...
You know what comes next.
Sadly I try to fix and you test me more,
Concepts misunderstood.

I pray,to reach you someday.

Though I already have in more than a thousand ways.
Blessed monday.

M.O.O aka Carswell the forgotten heart.

BEYOND IMAGINATION

It has been coming,
I have been feeling it,
So strong,patiently waited,
I see what it is now in reality.

This is what real rain feels like,
At day when it showers.
Us underneath this,
We begin with a frictional kiss.
Arms around your waist,
Emotion trapped in a heist.

We touch,the clouds watch.
I will leave soon.
Before your blue full moon drops,
Your tears won't stop.
We shall end up in imagination,
Wind ourselves in creations fit for our minds alone.

We shall go blind,
We are far behind...
The raindrops shut my eyes,
Valediction so far we can't hear our hearts cry.

I lift you up,mid-air rise,
The sun feels betrayed...
Your legs wrapped around my cubes,
This kind of moment beyond natures control it so proves...
I feel your tremble assembled by the gentle lightening flashes,
Thunder crushes my words my heart pumps,
Invisible blood into your system.

You keep sliding down,
Effortlessly slipping off my grip.
We have been suspended in this scene for a while now.
Phloem and xylem hosts swaying to our connection at this point.

The world is watching our love that resembles fairies.
Sweet songs replay in our midst...
Favourite tunes are they?
Prayers you recite for my journey to be safe,
Flood gates open but form a centred gyration above us.

The cool water,
Dripping over our skins.
I feel wells of affection stream,
So deep into my largest artery.
Your intrinsicaly beautiful I can see yee through my eye-lids...
Your splendor so bright I see you as an angel's descent.

This is us.
Will our love last?
Will you learn to live without me,
When it ceases to rain anymore?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

BENEATH THE UMBERELLA

Is that how you hide?
From the light of speculation.
Via microscopic resolution,
I see seductive tides,
Deep in the shadows of your eyes,
          Abetting...
To a world like paradise,
Where the sun rises and the moon sets,
And your beauty can manifest,
Like some scientific object drifting across the welkin,
Your skin,unapologeticaly glowing,
                Snowing...
Tear drops of joy frozen,
To mean I can never subject you to crying,
Too many times your heart has been broken.
I'm the self-chosen changer.
So,hold the umberella still,
Listen to this secret I have to spill.
                 Confession...
I have taught my heart not to love the physical presentation of a woman,but
Today I breach that law.
I have fallen for your appearence first before your personality,
Just don't mistake by perception though,for beneath that umberella I forsaw someone I can love,
                                   Deeply...
Here on earth and away from the temporary shadows in their eyes.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL.

BED ROMANCE

Love is everything,but how do we express it?

Below the wealth meridian.
All he can do is;
Make love to your mind.
Tell you things that will stick at the base of your heart.
Touch places,leaving hot spots of more senses,
That synchronise with your vocal tenses.
Lightly peck and tease your skin,second after second.
That way he creates the bond.

Lady take his love how he gives it.

Peer into his eyes as he approaches each climax.
Trap him in that self made web of romance below the ceiling.
Love for him is not just a feeling.
Even as the candle lights flicker and your shadows relax...
Let him know you treasure his form of romance.

Let your mind expound the subtle meaning of it.

Young man,comprehend step up into the next level of LAND romance.
Take her places,where other lovers dance.
Show her more than your nudeness.
Pull her into your naked mind before the public address.
Spoil her,make other women envy your new type of romance.

Then.
Always remind eachother that it all comes at a price.
Patience and commitment.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE

Can you stop it from coming?
Who can oder it not to knock?
Why hasn't it learnt how to use the clock?
Can we stop fate from happening?

I ask myself these questions,
As my imagination goes wild,
My mind humbles like that of a child,
So I seek the hearts sincere opinion.

You are the epicenter of my dilemma,
My emotions are lost between your lips and voice,
With every smile or speech I'm drawn to make a choice,
Still I can't pick one,indecisiveness fuels the drama.

I seek to kiss,just to feel what he feels,
You touch me and get what she gets,
Constant acts locked within secret sets,
Super fantastic not fantasy for each moment is real.

Stolen passions openly displayed for us,
With zero drawbacks we hasten our palms,
Pick pleasure and comfort zones embedded by charms,
Like watching gold dust form planet mars.

There is where the mistake dwells,
As it attracts life within you and I to build rare affections,
Such that when the sun shines upon it there is no reflection,
Our bodies abrsorb the rays of reason minds hearken not to warning bells.

I just keep searching and finding your soft spots,
You keep pulling and holding my voice notes,
We consequentialy in duet style utter love quotes,
Then we leave covered in sensitive hidden dots.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

BAD COMPANY

Late night wooden meet ups,
Sensuous sips or erotic drinks,
Pants!Sort of those after laps,
Sensible ship begins to sink.
When she's with him,plans get trapped,
She never gets to the thousandth wink,
Hear those playful slaps,
It's a way of making her forget how to think,
Contortion of emotion the theme is grasped,
Between them a special sealing ink,
A monkey witnesses and so chirrups.

Nature of birth,is their only special link,
The lad hastens the play it safe,lay back straps,
A change has come,from good to bad,
The lassie is temporarily transformed to a flirt.
Every night the tree-house witnesses a flood,
Something like cleansing of good dirt,
Boy goes at it without fear yet he knows the catch,
She does too,but it matters not much,
Seemingly.
Physicaly.
Mentaly.

Her spirit though knows otherwise,
It understands the risk but goes ahead and accompanys him to the clouds of infatuation.
Situations.
Circumstances.
Scenarios.

Blurred togetherness,
Virtual loving away from reality of life itself.
The two loose control and find steer on an inclined pursuance of inverted pleasure.
Word play.
Burning voices.
Forgettable choices.
Little is said.

Something must be done,
Good is wandering alone,
Bad is gyrating in and out.
Twinned personas for each of them.

Cut!
Cut!
Cut!
Yells,the timely director.

M.O.O aka C.E

AROMATIC ROMANCE

Man is to show as woman is to feel.
I read many articles that claim so.
In a quest to reverse this belief,
I experienced what most men fear.
Fell in love with a woman who shows.

She is confident and humble.
Very disciplined and honest.
Risk taker but cautious.
Real and amazingly sincere.

Her timing perfect,she arrives when I am lonely,
Sends me a text at the best hour,
And makes me do things I have never done before.

Now when she enters our room and sits on my bed,
Something happens...
Its been this way since our honeymoon...

Her scent,
Her perfume,
Her cologne,
Her lotion,
All blend into an edible aroma.

My nostrils itch to smell her closer,
My fingers crawl onto her clothes,
My tongue travels round her neck,

Before I know it I too contract her aroma.
Inverted to become romance unspoken.
She gives in to my natural demands.
Her eyes turn into blue flowers unplucked.
Our senses disolve into one word.
She moans it,I groan it.

The scene culminates,
Her romance begins again.
Soft convincing voice,
I listen and comply.

Aroma of emotions,
Suspended above our rings.
All night for the rest of our lives.
An addiction I never want to forsake.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

ANXIETY STREET

There is a snipper on the roof top of a particular sky scrapper.
Laser light target directed to a damzelle's heart.
She can't see it but cupid can,
Problem,cupid is imaginary so he cannot warn her.

She bumps into a robust man,
Her pearl bracelet splits and scatters on the pavement.
He apologizes and together they pick up eleven beads,
He palms one,she sees it not.
Some eerie moment of curiosity perforates.
She ignores it but relates it to some possible occurence in a time she must have lived.

It gets her anxious,he notices so does the snipper.
A triangle in the city is being drawn.
She squares it unknowingly by giving him her contact.
He accepts the offer,since he must return the twelfth bead anyway.

The snipper snaps,encircles the two with sinister thoughts.
He shoots the guy on the arm,
A yelp! Drops the concealed pearl...
Watching it fall,she picks it up and walks away.

Dot of the laser back on to her heart,
A tempted snipper how can he do this?
Conscience...

A strong wind of guilt,
Blows away his gun(armored betrayal)delivers it into the hands of the gentle lady.
Telepathicaly she locates its origin,above her a stunned man.
Everything around stops.

Man at the rooftop rooted at the edge,she aims at his heart.
...
Pulls the trigger...
The moment gets weirder.

Darkness falls just before it hits him.
The suspense of crazy love continues...

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL