Handprints on my glass

Hallucinate, Imagine, Think Pink, Unmasculine, feminine, Blink, wink. Forget obscene manner, Never stink, Think flower power, Wink, blink. Live your life, Be gay, Love your life, And stay. Get out from the closet, Do it decently, Lay down your talent, Amaze them convincingly. Boy, we still love you, In spite of, regardless, Even you think pink not blue, Our friendship is priceless.

You read my odes and laugh to them, Silly!, Moron's works you thought, From work of arts are too short, Real things to be ashamed. You asked me for good verses, A real ode maybe, A great work of poetry, Not another thing of mess. Inspired by the break, The light started to blink, My mind think and think, To prevent my heart to ache. But it's so difficult, Then tears of failure fall, From the windows of my soul, For I'll get another insult.

Since Father Adam was betrayed, His sons always shaded, by the daughters of Eve, Gave them thousand grieves.. Every man is a boy, If the theme is love and joy, Flower is his waterloo, Made him always blue. Every failure of a man, Or his success, Behind is a woman, Behind his quest. For every man is an art, For they have heart, They have guts and fears, So laughters and tears. No matter how huge is his kingdom, How sharp is his wisdom, He will throw his diadem, Just to impress "them".

Once there was a kind Mother River, In the faded paradise of Winnyver, Green pastures, gold plains along with her, Flock of lambs, school of fishes, lived with fair. Carnations, Ivies, Tulips made her dainty, Swans, Flamingos, Cormorants enjoyed her beauty, As clear as crystal was her body, Faunas and floras were her babies. Very essential, day by day, Even hills wanted to kiss her and lay, Breeze of gentle wind meets her in the month of May, Lamp of heaven's rays extend on a summer day. Like a wary mother, yet so glad to stare, When little fairies came to her and play, When lads and lasses swim with her, she cares, Her face grins with the nudes and bares. Long yet narrow path, thread-like on a Creator's sight, Still fond at night, Lover is the sheen of a moonlight, Companion of Evergreen trees, all year round, Reed plants and lilies grew with her, provider of the fertile mound. The daisies blossomed, Cedar's leaves died, Autumn came, days swi...

You're the Wonderful Hands who created me, The Undisputable Shout who crumbled the Jericho's Wall, The Invulnerable Face whom Moises spoke, out of the burning tree, The Invincible Power who made Tower of Babel's fall, The Powerful Voice who've promised Abraham's nation, The Wall of Fire of Israelites in the dark dessert, The Indestructible Wind who divided the Red Sea, The Clear Interpretation of Joseph the Dreamer, The Unconquerable God of the Twelve Tribes. You're the Unassailable Hands who guided me, The Killer Stone of the young David, Who downed Goliath in the battlefield, The Ecclesiastical Wisdom of King Solomon, The Great Lord of Israel Nation, The Destructive Fire in Sodom and Gomorrah, The Glorious Alpha and Omega, The Unsinkable Ark of Noah, The Amazing Prophecies of Isiah. You're the Unbeatable Hands who loved me, The Loving Father of Christ Lord, The True Faith of the Apostles, The Solemn Vo...

Oh, how I love to see, The sunset in a sea, A tired and sleepy ray, A purple sky turn to gray. Oh, how I love to see, The children smile at me, Their laughter and the glee, Their minds are really free. Oh, how I love to see, The birds in a poplar tree, Their chirps are sweet sounds for me, That comforts my self-pity. Oh, how I love to see, A butterfly and a bee, Both sharing the nectar of daffodil, Satisfied on their simple smart deal. But the one I really love to see, Is you, my sweet gentle lady, Your smile, kisses and warm hug, Your innocent beauty and tender love.

In a cold December morning, When ashes still mourning, As quiet as the graveyard, No one ever glad. A world without music, The truce ended in tragic, A day of a dread, Green stone not a jade. Some ant walks, Other chats and talks, The bliss ascends little, Their thoughts fully puzzled. The bitter cry of the mortal souls, Their loud and unconsoled howls, The unhealed scar on their minds, Anger, pain, tears, bleeded hearts. Where are the people's smile? Is it there across the miles? The dying leaves whispered dim, The smile never seen. It is better to burn out, Than just to stay alive, There will be no tomorrow, The future coated with sorrow. Hope is in deep hollow, No bright days to follow, And yes on Adam's fall, We suffered all.