The Blazing Sun (poem from the blazing sun).

Blazing Sun light upon me.Heal me, heal us, there
are too many comfortless I see, your aid plead,
and we will certainly be free

Blazing Sun tears are falling, am in despair, hours
of grief, linger longer, and sure death. Should a child
 so young not dance with the wind, run in the wild
till evening sun set or be at school learning what need be. Why should it be otherwise?

Blazing Sun, embrace me. Blazing Sun, shine on me.Blazing Sun, kisses me with the blatant
 morning bliss, be mine forever the flowering of
young of love. Bless till time and golden age blend
What more dearly I ask Blazing Sun,your child let me be.


That is my take today on the Blazing Sun, and certainly there is hope to live by.

I saw your name ( From the strenger's diary).

Scrolls in heaven as it written,

each day one word scribe, your
is a perpetual capsule.

Immensely propagated, embedded
in things eternal. Wild fields,
lakes, streams, rivers and beasts,
as for us humans, we know your
name, Niagara Falls

Vibrations ( poem ).

The world is such a vibrating domain, undoubtedly

that;s why it is such an interesting place to live in.

 There is this collective effects, and scene of humor

 with its metropilistic impulseiveness.

Boomers planted firmly everything into the soil,

seeing old men debating it as they face their own

mortality. Whatever is truly the meaning of the X

generations? when am gone, other will not able to

dispute their finding. The children now then certainly

have to say something.

Like volcanic ash, it is vibrating, tsunami screwing us

in.Lapses, eclipse, visual personality, moralist, idealist,

liberalism and all the other god isms. I see god looking

in ,and the vibration continues at dread lock speed.

Will we defile gravity, and fall off the edges with a bang

begging for an emerging new species?

Hush body, hush the vibration is no meaningless sound

to me, entrap in motionless domes.Rewrite the scrip's,

stead the play quickly with the rhymes and sounds. I

bet we will except the apocalyptic. Hush body, hush the

vibration is no meaningless sound.


That is my take today on "Vibrations", certainly there is hope to live by.

Epics of wars

Sometimes the T.V. spins it like toys, but we know

there is blood, and body parts, odors sending to the

sky in atoning, death scattered here, over there.

Burial plats with mark of the unknown, I protest, it

is not true. Can I in my folly say, they are mothers

sons, a father's daughters..

Which of the century there was no errors in my

grammar where the teacher commented me with

red?. That lease I knew of the world affairs, epics

of wars.

The bloody children crying, and suicidal wars goes

on. Damn, the ban, fire and smoke. The East at it,

Africa can't stop, the West marches into it,then

orphans fell into no man;s land. Boys, and Girls

pause to sign treaty, tomorrow drunken rage again

for we never remain sober long enough to look in
each other eyes, THE EPICS OF WARS.