Not so perfect

Perfect< perfectly< PERFECTION

these, this, its every thing that im not,

and this is not caption

yea im tall im dark some say he might be hot

but the cover is just for inspection

come inside see what i got

but beware its just the inception


when you look at me il be looking healthy and strong

look inside ill sing u a different song

on the outside you'll see a smile that endures long

look inside you'll find that your oh so wrong


Love is but an emotion

captured in two peoples devotion

caught in ur actions and denotation

but seen to linger not long before implosion


Love is not perfect for its hard earned and fought for

its the kind of love i had for through ur walls it tore

my love does not bear gifts, trinkets money and more

but it will love you up down sideways and to the core

my love comes with the promise of a better future, that's for sure

and all the love that i have is not mine but its all yours.

Written by:An Aspiring Poet

Chest of Points in Time

Before I was here, I lived in a day from the past
The days of the past that hindered my pride
To be proud of my perplexity of proximity to infancy
In the body of approx the past's future-today
But as I look back to the mesmerizing growth of the past
The body in which the future resides seems lured to synthetic promises
Processing to the guarantee of endless maturity
So the ultimate assurance of maximal inheritance is prohibited
But my inheritance knitted by the past I cherish
Like an old cloth that covers a gold shell
A shining shell shimmering with golden olden memories
The worth of every bits and pieces of everyone's thoughts
Thoughts that fought the walls to bits and pieces
Before I was here, I lived for the worth of my present
Pioneering the presents of life into the tomb of future but a pleasant present
While living to leave a beacon of present's grave_ our yesterday's well lived.
And now I can proudly say I was here. I am, I will be there
As for my chronicles I shall let my future tell the tale
Because I am too alive to narrate the best and worst part of my survival
In a Jungle whose destiny is not outlined
In a jungle whose Journey is not offline, so neither is mine
Because my destiny was designed from before to last the entire after
Thus I continue to mine the profound casts of self-worth
And reveal as I resolve the equations of tomorrow's mystery

Ausy and Maliez