Keyboard

Oblong in shape,
Alphabets and numerals on a plate.

It replace pens and typewriters
It's a tool today for most writers.

Some are quiet, some make noise,
Depends on the users poise.

Some punch numbers, some key stories,
some just blog their endless worries.

Esc Home Insert Ctrl
Use the keys, you'll create wonder, behold!

End of it, its just a tool,
Never glue your fingers to it, oh fool!

Poetry

I write Poetry not just because
          I walk in the corridors of the Gods,
because at times I indulge vacationing  in hell.

If walls could talk,
             the silent majority would always be standing up.

Vicks

A strong addictive substance,
fills my breath,

With each inhale my nostrils twitch, like an aroused virgin,

A whitish gluey substance fills my fingers...
i touch myself, 
i take it to my chest, rubbing it all over grazing  skin and hair
I smell my fingers again,
What pure intoxicating slime,
Thank God for Vicks, now I can go to sleep and cure my sinus.

planes

3 plans fall off the sky from my home
and now my house is cursed

when my family and guest disappeared in the sky
when my family and friends went looking for them
you told me all the rubbish i hear from my low esteemed teacher
incompetent, holding back truth, bad ownership

i don't know what happen to the first plane
nobody knows
i don't know what happen to the first plane
nobody knows
i don't know what happen to the first plane
nobody knows.

The second plan was shot down
by some idiots who was having problem with someone else

by some power hungry sluts who would ask for more
without thinking of the lives of other

the third plane went down duo to bad weather
please, my house is not cursed

Farewell ATK

Audie, good friend as journey of life takes you yonder
May your future be ever without somber
Good time with you I do treasure
Let's try to meet in the future for leisure.

Sign Language - unfinished

The language of the ocean is in its waves

The language of the tree is in the falling leaves.

The language of the stream is in its conversation with its banks.

The language of the sky is in its thunderous speech.

The language of love is in the blushing smile.

The language of the mute is in the dance of the fingers.