WHERE MY HEART IS

Adventure is my thrill in life.
Hence why my heart beats in abnormal rythmns.
And constant wierd pulpitations,
That cause my pericadium muscles to scream for relief.
So my soul took it captive into an alien world.

Where no one can find and free it back to love of any kind.

This world is purple skies,green clouds,
No mountains no hills,
No moon no sun,
More gloom no fun.
Several trees sourround it, periphericaly encircled by a sea like river,
Of yellow waters,that you can't stare into.
The leaves are white inorder to reflect more of the glare of clashing colours so that you would'nt see it.

I can tell you how it looks like.
Its covered in a blue sheet,inside a metallic chest,
With no keyhole nor locks to break.
But you cannot see it so can you believe me?

Conflict of faith and hope,spread by winds of hate,
Hit and sway the trees,able to caress the sheet but unable to reach my stolen heart,
That only my soul can give account of,in its sealed state.

Wipe off your tears,woman.
You will never get to where my heart is,
Not unless your soul becomes my mate,
Only then can you penetrate through it all.

To touch my gentle,pure and safe heart,
Hold it in your soft impure insecure palms.
Once you intoxicate it too much I take it to another secret place.

When you ask for it,my soul will whisper,"that was where my heart was before,now it's gone."
Who will find it?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

WHITE LOVE

Comparisons,
A flame is either yellow or blue.
Both illuminate the dark and usher light.
Our days are white,
Her face ever bright,
Powered by attitude and might.
Synthesised into her soul and heart.

Flicker,
Darkness has been burnt.

Her graceful gait is cirrus high,
Her footprints,colour the surface pink.
Her sea-blue eyes paint a perfect picture,
Her deepest desire is pure love,no blemish.

She knows what she wants,
Her needs hardly govern aspects of her lifestyle.
When conflicting emotions prance across her thoughts,
You will hear,a sonorous calm voice sing away the sorrow.
You will watch her,find refuge in abandoned video clips.
You will find her,smiling at the stored text messages from courtship days.

I adore this foreign love in my frame,
She can tell it too so she intensifys the seduction.
More make-up,less cover clothes,less talk,sensual attraction on a nine-nine.

I find myself blushing...
Oops!Thats unmanly.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

WORDS OF A POET

Fluent and sometimes,hard
To elucidate.

I knew this poet,
He would spend hours,odd and even.
Composing for self satisfaction,
Words would jumble up,
He would mumble to himself,
He kept going as he erased and cancelled words.

I met him a few years later,days ago somewhere.
He was not excited nor dismayed to see my face.
He just stared into my brain and said," You look like a woman."

For a moment I was suspended in suspense,
Before I could ask he answered,
"Like a woman I met years ago,though she was a girl then."
Confusion rang like alert bells.

He went on to ask,
As he walked past me nude.

" Do you know me enough?"
Held a flask and poured me some coffee.
I took a sip and fell asleep.
I woke up inside a dictionary.

All the words were written,
Poet,poet,
My eyes would play tricks and make up,
Poeta,poeta,
My brain would return me to others I missed,
Poems,poems.

I was in oblivion,
Poems,poetry,poeta.

Guided by his echoing words.
I ran across the pages,
Tumbled over;metaphors,allusions,symbols,satires,
I fell into parallel verses,
I swam weak through punctuations I had never seen before.

I woke up again...there he was all dressed up,
Tuxedo and bow tie.
He told me to be keen when he spoke,
He asked me to learn how to separate poetry from prose,
Poetry from the author.

His words still haunt my being,
As I sit on this rocking chair,
Carrying his child in my womb.

M.O.O.aka Carswell evoL

WRITE ME A LETTER

Some people say love is best expressed by action,
I say it's better-best shown by word.
So write me a letter as...

My chest gets heavy,
My fear gets weary,
(I itch to say so much but keep silent)
(I find my decisions tentative newest trait)

Tell me how you feel about me today,
Like you used to text me each time curious of my emotions.
Ask me those silly questions that I failed to answer,
Leaving you on your knees praying for me to be safe.

Please write me a letter as...

I remember how easily we could discuss serious issues in bed,
And share a love so great and rare before.
I re-run into our beautiful climatic moments that would leave as gasping for breath,
And how we swore never to stop loving each other no matter what happend.

Tell me about how much you hate the new me,
How you dream I could restore all my romantic senses.
Share with me your most recent experiences and how you wish we went through them together,
So that they remain memories that last upto the day we both vanish.

Write me a letter my love as...

My soul gets empty and the drum in it pulpitates pin drop silence,
Such that I have to listen very keenly to find your voice and sense your motion.
My mental slowly goes psycho just repeatedly thinking of how gentle your peace was,
The thought of someone else sleeping next to that tranquility of your embrace peels me.

Tell me one last time in a certain language that if I wait it will be worth it,
That no matter where you go or when you sleep I will be your roof and pilllow.
Affirm to me in bold sentences that our journey has just began again,
That you only need time,as I endure the pain and wait for the grains seasons to come.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

LIGHT WORDS in water

Oh!
Yeah!
This story is a sequence,
It is about you,
So I fearsomely spill the secrets,
Day time color of the sky...

Summer in January,
Our beginning was in December,
All that while I have not seen a romantic rainbow,
Cupid lost his bow and arrow,

A new Love-god is present.
She unlike cupid,is liquid,
Splashing molecules of love over my colorless mirror,
She makes my heart and mind transparent,
So I fear you can see my reflections,through my wet retina.

As you dive into,
As my eyes follow,
When bubbles emerge,
When your ears block out my sound waves,
That vibrate from vine veins,pursuing your inner half..

Out of reach.

Your deep inside,his pool
That pulls you to the bottom,in a top way,
That my voice cannot interchange,
Water in flames.

Drops from the mild impact,
Stroke my face,
Seeking to mock my skin,
Teasing my seduced creativity,
My words go for swirl spins,
I shut my eyes,
No darkness within...

Alas! I see a misconcieved brightness,sky-blue hue
I smile,

For your happier now,
Mystical goddess-Lipid,knows how to protect your soul,
She brought you to a real dream where,
Your beauty mixes with the most vital need for mankind,
And,he is that man who owns your,liquidated
State.

My words are freezing,
Cubicals of surrender forming in my throat,
Ice,placed in water.

Will I melt into your skin,
Once my dreams colorfully defrost?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

IT CAME OUT WRONG

Sometimes after eating the cream we say silly things.
Especially me the ice-cream licker.
My tongue gets sweetened to the point of bitterness.

Whispering silly things,
Self breeching my,think before you speak law.
Call that stupidity caused by sucrose and excitement.
My lips were incited to say displeasing words.

Momentus mental depravity,
Sorry about that,
Please forgive from thy heart?
Dismiss the slip of my pink weapon.
Return to my presence become one with me again.
I will never say such,next time I will refrain.

M.O.O aka C.E

IF ONLY

I'm not a wishful thinker.
But ever since we met my imaginative self has taken over
Day and night.
Like now,laying on my bed you roam my head.

I'll wake up to find,
Dreams of uncertainity converted to vivid pictorials
Of illusive realities.

(Scaling down my eyes)

Sincerely,sometimes I feel trapped.
In a good way though,so,I have accepted this new condition.
Made probability my favorite subject...
No password protect,
I access and read your hearts data like I programmed your soul.

But if only,I could erase part of him.
Delete a few of the wrongs he did and evolutionise the good.
Perfect my art of making your life brighter than day.
Sing you more immaculate songs under the cover of dark amidst the gibous moon.
Draw you closer to my other half,than you are to my current better.

If only we could cross that river now,before reaching the bridge...,
It's possible and you know it.
Though some things still can not fit.
Time and age is the discouraging sludge.

If only you could walk above that and let me repair the trends of love.
I believe that you,would put me first like the symbollic dove.
Yes,make me the peace and tranquillity that you've been yearning for all this while.
Break your ego thus become like a child.

This can only be,if you make me your angel on earth.

M.O.O aka Carswell the unconditional IF