Jaachi Writes

Full Moon Fetish tonight, i sprawl by my window throw open the window blinds and let moonlight caress my eyes flood my room with her silvery glow like streams of silver lines she'll pierce through the dry clouds of my heart with wet wishes that'll induce torrents of tears tears of joy, maybe so  i stand still in awe staring hard and long as her imperfection fill my dark spots with perfect illumination look how the shape of her changes from crescent to a ball, yet she glows and i am just here, lovelorn and lonely but like the moon, full of self doubts, i'll shine through darkness until i become the silver lining i seek in pregnant clouds

POEM 311: EVEN NATURE MAKES LOVE TO US may I tell you what I I know? the sun beamed furiously on me today, I could hear her warm glow sun dry my skin like hay I am the most impious saint, you know, feared the mosquitoes I murdered last night evolved into stars, then moon, then sun, and are come with fierce sunburn, to avenge their death I could swear, if holy writs permits, I heard voices echo "son you'll burn!" "son, you'll burn!!" but then, no greater hell, like my country, I let my head spin on it's axis, and my eyes glanced around, furious sky ball evenly distributed her heat to everyone, that instant I understood, dear diary the sun was on heat - our bodies on fire like lovers would, we ruffled the sheets of time, dick, harry, hustling down the cunt-ry-side peach, mary, engulfing the peninsula everyone in heat, drenched in pleasurable sweats - cumin and going, heads reached into the clouds, with dreams that beat nightmares pants down until climax, a...

POEM 299: FULL MOON My love for full moon  must be a form of divine juju Just the sight of her silvery glow gives me multiple eyegasms untold I'll just sit on mum's clay stove and howl at the moon like lone wolves #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 156: RAINBOW Dear lines of beautiful hues curved like a bow, pride not in your colourful; you're only a reflection of hopes hopes that never last. #356DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

  Birth Of Thy Morning Fair Beholdest thou thy visage upon the looking glass and art plagued by gloom most ravenous? Dost thou bemoan the man of rags thou art unworthy to wallow in stardust? Sufferest thou the curse of inferiority with a lowered head to behold the towers of the city? Thinkest thou to be gods men with gold coins and without kingly pride lookest down on the seed of thy loins? Why flauntest not thou thy scar breaking even the holy tryst with the dark? Thou must consider again what is truth as thy soul still is fueled by the adrenaline of youth. Seest thou a need to sail on a boat a quest rich with faith for an antidote? Have thou ever been drunk with tears and wouldest thou love to stagger off life's unfair course? Dreamest thou thyself at meat with princes? Will thou then not fly away through this prison bars o'er the seas? Is thy will not a ready signet and noble ink thy sweat? Awake! Awake from this nightmare and behold travailing sky upon the birth of a mornin...

GHOST ON THE MOON A ride through whims, as kids – we sunk deep on our beds and thoughts came in that made us whirr. Is that a bloke on the moon - With firewood and a hound? We can see him clearly from this ground. Is that a pot lay on the moon? And is this bloke covered in black coat – with a red ribbon tied across his waist. Omen! O Men! Don‟t you feel the doom that swells forth from the glow of the moon? O Dear! How scaly looking are our skins under the moon. How frightened and weak have our limbs grown – it growls inside out, and emits “fear” cause this is the rarest of dreams. Are we pallid? Or are our eyes playing "volley" with us. No! It is real, the walls are grumbling. Rocks are knelt in adoration and service to this bloke on the moon;  as he conjures destinies within this dreamscape.  The Earth's joysome day has come –  let the reverse be the case:  “de nada le ghost.” The more smoke that grew out from the woods he burned, the more frosty grew the dead and b...

Each time I touch a rose petal And breath it's fragrance I know there's a designer divine. Each time I feel sun rays Wrap me in a warm embrace I know there's a designer divine. Each time a baby giggles Each time a stream ripples I know there's a designer divine. # 365DaysOfPoetry # Pengicican # SSA

The sun beamed furiously on me today. Almost I feared the mosquitoes I murdered last night are revenging with fierce sunburn.  I could swear I heard voices echoing  "son you'll burn!" But then I glanced around only to notice my furious sky ball evenly distributed her heat, to everyone on the street. That instant I understood the sun was on heat. Our bodies on fire. Like lovers we ruffled the sheets of time, drenched in pleasurable sweats...cumin and going...  Until climax as night falls. Flaccid, we fall in bed. Snoring away the day's effort. Even nature makes love to us. I thrust your day was well spent. #Pengician #SSA