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.


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.


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

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.

The Car

My heart is fading from my eyes,
as thoughts examine what to feel.
The time that adds to here and now,
does not equate to gleeful traits.

That look that once had me in stare,
is now annoying with that glare,
I do not care to pay the fare,
that let’s this vessel anywhere.

It once was all I’d ever want,
when desperation was my friend,
but now it seems I’ve found an end
to wanting something all can get.

Examined features yell at me
to say I’ve stayed too long in play
with such a car that’s never far
from any hand that has a grand.

Love once poured from me so much
that every pedal gave the rush
to keep me in it’s little game
where I was drowning in insane.

I’d do my all to fix a part
as hope would cry within my heart
for any chance to keep the prance
that lifts my feet in happy beat.

Yet the parts were not the death
of all my love for such a trick,
it was the fact that I had known
this car will never be my own.

For I desire something great
that only wants what I can make,
even since a kid was me,
I’ve known a car is wanting thee.

So the testing of the rest
has come to me in my true quest,
to find which make I choose to take
and drive until there is no break.

There was a time I bought repairs
to mend the parts that were in need,
but now I see my needs are great,
and this old car just cannot make.

Remembered past will still be shown
from time to time as I see you;
but memory has ways to say,
I’m better off without that make.

The Tree

I remain silent in the noisy days
to see the life I allow to live
by giving my breathe from lovingly rays
that warm my spirit much more than a praise.

Moving around isn’t one of my wants
unless there’s a breeze that gives me such a please,
but just like the rest it will leave me at once
to go and enjoy what they’re flow wants to know.

Holding that wind isn’t what I desire
for it’s a free spirit that wants to go higher,
I just enjoyed how the movement took me
and let me feel just what it’s like to be free.

I do not fight when I’m used for a home
because I want all to feel safe for a time,
even though I may be less of a whole,
bothered is not the emotion I shine.

Take what you need at a point in your life
for I will be willing to give you that right
to build and achieve what your greed has for need
as long as you live by the giving of me.


With the marriage of my silence of lips,
I found a new trick has accompanied this.

For it is true that my thoughts have come through
in the form of the words that this world can observe
in the spaces of mind that are in yours and mine
to now see that the things that I say are in play.

Some questions were posed when I came to know this,
like do now my words control what I live like?
And now it’s a yes since I see that I’m blessed
with the power of life that ignites when I talk.

I can give light to the dreams and the wishes
that any could want like some health and some riches;
or even the want of some food or a drink
that could keep up the life that is wanted in sight.

Any old thing or now any new thing
could be given the spring that is meant to give ring
to the marriage of wants that are in our hearts
because now all my words can keep us from apart.

But none of this power would ever see hue,
if all that I said was so far from what’s true
and I lied when I knew what I said was not truth
but I now cannot say any less than the truth.

I love that control is now such an old goal
since it is in my words and whatever I blurb;
but caution is taken with such a great gift,
since this power can go either way that it shifts.

So I’ll enjoy this new gift in my life,
for maybe it will be the end of much strife.

Words are all that I am.