Delicacy

Delicacy! Delicacy!
In my sun-lit dreams I snore you
I see none at all, if not you
Your presence graces my wishes in your absence
Delicacy! I call on you in my hour of need;
need for you, you delicacy.
retardedly a smile avails itself as in
smooth, rough, juicy air you I draw
'ha ha', I smirk; with unsatisfied fulfilment.
Delicacy! Delicacy! where art thou,
you giver of pleasure to the deprived
I hunger for your loving in the mad sun's work
Delicacy...Delicacy...Hear my cry and provide.
You were made for me, and I for you.
Delicacy you are so far away; but far is no bread
I can not, with my desire for your touch, cut.
In my head: you, you, you, you!
Off my chain of insanity I run loose
I dash off to your fountain, my Delicacy
juices breaking loose and rioting all over my body
I wanna feel you by me,
with me, in me.
delicacy I want you!
Only you can do, right now;
I wanna feel your lips touch against mine,
your tongue over mine
take me then delicacy, take me
Oh! yes! yes! yes!
juices all on my body
My whole body erect, with joy
The joy of having you, you Delicacy
Yes, you were great.
I too, was great;
when I had not been with you
You filled me.
Delicacy you are not to destruct,
but me you have.
humungous my tummy is-
You have filled it; filled it with you
Now a life, your life, grows in me
You inflate within me, and bigger I become
On you I gauged every chance I had;
Every morning- oh so glorious!
Every afternoon- so delightful
every night- so very passionate,
just you and I, you and I
all the time.

Grass So Green

Grass, grass so green...
so green with not even a smidge of grey.
No grey...no grey at all.
You can't help but grin when you see grass so green...
so green with no flaw; so fine like cow's grind.
Grass, so well groomed as though yesterday it hath not grown.
So well it lays on the ground-
so peacefully; so harmoniously; so green.

Grass so green.

Joyride

The long or sometimes very short goings
New faces everyday, same doings
Numerous culture, multitudinous languages
One understanding.

The peace then the pure noise of congestion
The eager rush to get to the city
The joyous singing and dancing of
9 2 5ers retreating to their matchbox houses
of zinc; to history; to caged wealth.

A thorny ball of fright as (your) cellphone
Pierces the playfull crackling of the steel wheels
On the musculine rail, and the favoured shrills
And the flavoured shrills of all.

Artistry: streched out on the skin
the stunts pulled at the links

The pale demented sound of the skeleton
As only the litter dimly calls after them,
Them that I was with

on the

Joyride

Ronaldo really does go down easily

With skills that freeze defenders and a pace like that of a jaguar, he's sure to be a "nuisance". All this briliance carried out in a flash; in a blink he's gone. If you can't catch up with him, make sure he doesn't pass you- very few ever catch him anyway. Rule is: you take the ball to halt an onslaught, But if it moves so swiftly one sweats to get the ball. It's almost impossible as opponents often feel dizzy as they looked not at the ball but the juggler. If a defender goes for the ball it will be pushed between his legs and he'll be shown a clean pair of CR7 heels, and he'll be left drowning in the deepest pool of shame- especially if Ron scores. Defenders, more often than always, opt for the alternative.Let him do the samba and when he's done twisting and turning bring him down.

A player that can handle Ronaldo is yet to be born, or maybe invented. His trickery's above human intelligence. Only Scara Ngobese and Ricardo Quaresma come close. Unlike the two, Ron's invincible- it's a well known fact! I love Ronaldo- I love him more everyday.

All his brilliance thins away to nothing when he comes face-to-face with his match; the only defender who can stop him0- Ronaldo. He's his no one foe! He' untouchable he knows so he takes the duty of defenders upon himself and brings himself down. The next thing is wailing obviously because he hasn't been awarded a penalty or a free kick.

Defenders used to fooul him, but not anymore. One would wonder why this is so- it's because he's nowhere to be found he's already brought himself down. His goal tally for the 07/08 season would be around 80 had he not been a part-time defender. Defenders no longer get booked because he does their job for them. Can't you hold your fall until they tackle or push you Ron? Do you have to fly like batman and caress the ground like spiderman does buildings?



It tears my heart to grief when a good run's ended bluntly. He's got the abality to cut through opposition and score- that's if he gets there. I love him too much and battle to hold back my tears when he gets frustrated and starts crying- when his cheeks turn purple. He's too good for any defender, we all know that and so it infuriates me to see him let the useless defenders have the last laugh.



There isn't a thing I would like him to change in his game, all I want is a little patience from Ron, just a little patience. He's made it automatic that when a defender comes close to him he goes down- even without beig touched. His tricks are sufficient to make defenders dizzy and keep the crowd giggling but they also cause headaches for everybody. Defenders fear him, managers cross their fingers that their players are not cautioned, fans are angered as decisions go against him, he cries from frustration and lastly the man in the middle. All referees pray he doesn't get the ball (which is practically impossible) because with every touch of the ball they have to make a decision; one that may affect the outcomes of the game.

My plea to Ron is that he stops diving and then crying when he gets nothing out of it as this makes us all cry babies.

Her Majesty

Like chocolate she's desirable
Her plump chicks make her even more adorable
She's the seed of perfection
Her angelic sight's pleasurable

So they've been told
She's worth more than gold
She's a crEation you can never mould
Not for the universe can she be sold

Her beauty, you can never rob
Neither can you purify this slob
You'll alwayZ find her with a mob
And yet she can't do just one job

Her skin; you'd think she has caramel for a lotion
None's like her In this nation
To pratle with her, you need a potion
Down the road, she struts in slow motion

She's one perfect creature
You'd die just for her picture
To err is not in her nature
Her fLaw's not in the near future

For all eternity I'll be her slave
Her way I'll pave
The quEen I'll save
Even from an irate wave

Unreversable misfortune

Why did you sow my seed
If you never wished to harvest it?
Did you have to water it
If it was never your intent to see it sprout, my seed?
Should've let me wither
I would have fertilized your land

Did you hope that worms would embed themselves in me
Or that a gale would snatch me away?
Should've cajoled a blizzard to wreck me
Not a smidge of my aroma would linger by
I'd be no more

What wrong did I commit
For which I can not be pardoned?
Is it the branch I grow from
That you greatly despise?
Enlighten me of my sins
For all to see- if it pleases you

Purge yourself of a jinx
Trade me, I beg you
Pull out even my last root
And lose me
I shall vanish with all your animosity
You will vanquish all your solemnity

Dawn

You only see a shape,
the structure of what is to be;
like a baby;
one still swimming in mom's belly
Dew caresses my feet
and like a magnet, jumps to my feet
as I, through dew , make my trail
On my back shiver climbs
like a baby; one on mom's back
So fair is your complexion
And glim does your face
like that of your bearer, shy night
The mute splendorous baby of a day
with its soft hands
gently touches my face- as my lover does
Oh! mini baby day
You do not shade the heavy
as through still streets they thin away
Envious sun hunts you away
until behind the hills so high you hide
................................til mom births again