Weigh of Vanity

Only admit one loss losses in one lost,
Life keeps such principle to suit losers.
Why cant musicians sing about trees:
Fruits that grew from it-
Lyrics, some bad wind cut through.
Joking bad breaths hurts perfumes,
The audience's trends fix on human beings.
Novelists fiction fruits cut off,
Ripens and unripe still went down.
Settling on land none likes bad stuff,
Theorize technology advents-
Thereto like bad programs in bad computers.
Oh infants dies as old as grandmums.

Tale, rain floated fruits circumstantially-
Fate’s features, partly man’s broom sweeps.
Not `design`, erosion enriches another land.
Those `had` only worth women's awe,
How coaxing they can toast seeds even.
Unsuccessfully dies, may effeminates wails deceitfully.
Useless chaffs, men`s heart cheers.
Learn thriving ripens on fertility instinct,
Generational it boosts one kind,
In what time it grew well unwell.
So competing faintly marks end un-endings.
Poets think what can exist without existing:
What some numb philosophy, raise the critic.
Partialities of one curse, course life-
The weak criticize relenting before none.

Upon a scrambling goes goods’ lovers
Wherewith like any, involuntary falls,
Careless lovers rushes after loveable;
Often, they unripe suffers kicks from kids-
Accepted lavishing may ripe dine with teeth,
Hurling seeds may such `loved` continues.
Aren't such befallen an exploited spoils. Used.
Unripe existed on mere intuition fountain,
Sails submerge, insects' bores closes..

Copyright © 2006 James Michael Abraham

The peaceful city

This city of which I abide is calm,
Songs of undisturbed nightingale cools as heard.
With peace of mine do I think of this city-
Here glory of peace wouldn't be known in the ditch.

Since those years of leisurely feeling no ill ventilation,
Where the raised porch opens to the city's buildings,
I wish that wind that blows dust for troubles
Should even conform to the simple nature of this city.

Whereas this city's outskirt of the world beyond
Plays wars with sophistication and infected minds.
Never at any pulse will I inhale trouble sprays to sneezing,
Because its peace comes with good everything-
So well mannered nice gentlemen and ladies dwells
Of this city, composers of peace they survived within.

Copyright © 2007 James Michael Abraham