Time

An object so steady, can give such a rush
when I think I’m ready, to give life a hush
by closing my eyes and drifting to find
I am in a dream, where thoughts are so free.

The sound from a toy, that was made for more
will chime to remind, I am meant to find
the want to achieve, the goals I have seen
that keep me investing, until I am resting.

As I will live, this object will age
without ever showing a sign of decay.

Only the change, that comes with a season
will ever give reason, this object exists.

The way life will form, until it’s deceased
is the only way, I think it finds peace.

It’s always so busy, being so steady
we are never ready to say it will stop
from doing it’s norm of flowing unseen
until there’s a day, the normal is dead.

It is never sad, it is never mad
it is never happy, or even too sappy
it is only constant with doing its chore
of passing the time; it is such a trait, I truly admire.

Don’t ignore negative people

If ignorance is what you choose to partake,
how will you know when a person is fake?

They can deceive you when you are in “bliss”
without even knowing you should feel their fists
that have been bombarding a hoard of defeat
on all of the happiness you truly seek.

It could be your friends or your close relatives
that continue putting your brain in a tiff,
see through the make-up that hides their true face
and keep yourself free from becoming their waste.

It may be hard to start looking in them
because what you find may be only so grim.
But keep your focus from looking away
so that you can read if they are meant to stay.

Do not expend more than your heart can spend,
because you may only end at a dead end.

Overcome

A lesson that lessens the joy one can feel
is trouble that bubbles until it is real.

Anger should always be only a stranger,
yet sometimes the mind can be caught in this danger.

Finding a way to stay happy and play
will always remain the one best way to stay.

Not the false smile that tastes like its bile,
only the twinkle that comes the wrinkle
of happiness’ face that will never give waste
is the way to remain if one wants to be sane.

Once the fun gift of controlling the shift
that can happen when piles of steamy brown stuff
have been tamed by the brain that remains in the game,
life is the reason joy’s always in season.

Returning to Paradise

Stroking the texture to feel on the keys
I missed every day I was within the streets;
hustling money to rest in a bed,
though every new day, I wished I was dead.

What is a life
when there is no joy,
what is a life
when your father’s no more,
what is a life
when you’re only a toy,
what is a life
when you pray for your gore.

The answer to such
is there is no rush
to taste on the life
that feels of such strife,
where trust is not found
and lies are around
to knock one off feet
and live on the street.

Yet there is a hope
and fruit for this man
that learned how to cope
with trials in land.

My father did pass
who I loved so dearly
yet I must fight on
so he can rest cheerly.

There were such bold lies
that brought me surprise
but I do not feed
the hatred some need.

My computer died,
my soul had then cried,
yet fight for this love
is what I have done.

So here I return,
to the paradise I know
where bliss will be earned
with every new row
of love from the keys
I feel with such ease
and press to help show
my writing will grow.

The new job I have
is what I will keep
for it has brought love
in knowing to teach,
it also has brought
a love to my life
I kiss every day
and rest in her sights.

She keeps me in joy,
even though we annoy; on occasion.

Yet the scales of this joy
far outweigh the gurr
that can make us stir
and our happiness coy.

We never forget
that we are both blessed
to be with each other
and call ourselves lovers.

Happiness was distant
and sadness was instant,
but fighting for better
has calmed down the weather.

Returning to paradise
was never a dream,
it was only a goal
that has been achieved.

Together

A poem by Anwar YaDullah and Kari Putnam

Curiosity, a wink uttered through words
That never conveyed what great truth would be found
A truth between two
Has bloomed a gold hue
A glorious gold gilded in the warmth of caring and love
Causing a rhythm we dance to all day and night
Full of laughter and smiles skipping and whirling
Around our caresses that turn into kisses
Such sweet affection your kisses of confection
Have every intention of keeping retention
With such revelry and romance; my leaving there’s no chance
And staying with you keeps my feelings from through
Arm in arm and hand in hand
Feeling your presence is oh so grand
A joy I carry deep in my heart
Healing the soul from what was once some shards
Strong and well step by step I fell
Twirling in comfort until it’s a shell
The strength of love welds us together
Encasing a trust we feel ever better
A trust I’ve never had with another
A peace I’ve never felt with another
With comfort you rest in my heart
It’s the best way for a day to start
And a night to end
Without any end

Not hiding

A comment was left since you still take my breath without giving a sign that would cause me to wine to drown out all the whines that were always in chime from the chaos of searching for all that is you.

The thrill of the chase is what some said we crave yet the truth of the moments we share to this day still have us ever laughing and feeling the rays from warmest of glows that bellow from our growth inside our lovely gut that hath twined with no rut since hiccup has not come from this love that we love.

Grateful sounds wasteful but I cannot show or express all the breath that you stole from this wretch, so all I can say, or just write for your taste, is that I feel blessed that you warm me with love.

Whoever will know how we feel and we glow is no longer a fear, ’cause you are my dear.

Entering Paradise

As all the compounding shifts with my thoughts

Find the knots that I got when my life was a rot,

A beauty careens without stopping to see

If her essence will flow until I become we.

Agony runs to the blazing old bliss,

As purity funds our lips a slow kiss,

Until every texture caressed to be warm

Has exhaled the nectar to lock eyes with form.

Watching the darkness expand to the blue

Has given the view of what passion can do;

Twinkling stars show my heart is not shards,

And pull me til galaxies are all I see.

When I emerge from the heaven in you

I constantly stare and caress all the blue,

Then I remember those are the two eyes

That constantly let me enter paradise.

Wrinkles of happiness form on our face

Before we submit to our wanting embrace

That starts with a sip of those luscious full lips,

And ends with the start of our life being bliss.