Love - is not an action.
Love is a way of Life.
-- many have been, are, will be
husbands,
boyfriends,
lovers,
boy toys,
etc...
just acting out a stupid role -
but they never achieve being
confidents or best friends.
because they never truly love --
they hate people
for simply understanding
for showing unconditional love.
they have tried everything
to manifest their hatred.
Love - is not an action.
Love is a way of Life.
— 10:52
Thursday, August 15, 2013
A Morning Chat on Badoo
Posted by Chevalterre Nabil at 1:40 PM 0 comments
Pear Coccoon
Pretty
Pretty
Pretty Pear
your body so lovely
your shape is rare
a shade of green
brown speckles and stem
how was one to know
within you was a gem?
Pretty
Pretty
Pretty Pear
sweet are your juices
splashing onto my hair
the deeper I bight
more of the earth I taste
gushing delight
but what is this earthy aftertaste?
within you a chrysalis
within you a cocoon
within you had been a caterpillar
within you a mother's womb
I lament to have eaten you
I lament to have tasted you
I lament to have mistaken you
for a deform-ed seed...
You would have become
Gaia's interweaving
Gaia's macramé ...
with pairs of wings
to fly and flutter
a sight on my eyes
to caress
like bread under butter
you did not say a word
you were so still
you would have been a silky bird
the taste on my teeth is shrill
forgive me would be butterfly
forgive me would be moth
I shall dream of you in flight
I shall dream of your host's delight
My Pear Coccoon,
rest in peace
good night.
Chevalterre Nabil
15 Aug 2013, 2a.m.
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Thursday, August 1, 2013
Black August
Black is Beauty
Black as rain
Black is Solitude
Black is the solemn pain
gradually seeping
through my being
unallowed to enter my crimson core
allowed to dispurse out to nowhere
never...
let it absorb all the colors...
they each
Vermillion
Gold
Emerald
Indigo
Haze grey
... they each
out - stretched
as I stretch this morning.
with my arms up high
towards the sun.
The ever-loving sun.
Holy Trinity.
Core of the Milky Way.
All these colors
dispursed...
speckled...
speckled sun kisses...
zesty ginger on my sushi.
speckled sesame seeds on top
tickling taste buds.
Black sesame seeds
colors amidst the Black.
Black Turkish Rose
little black rose buds.
Black caresses my heart.
It does not enter.
-- Chevalterre Nabil
1AUG2013
11a.m.
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