'The East/West Coastal Road Dream is it still alive???'
The sprawling mangrove forest shifted away
from the giant concrete thoroughfare that has
come to traverse through their murky habitation.
Their host of wild mammals and their uncut barbaric lifestyle
has retreated farther to their dense recluse of primitivity.
A new host that now found pleasure on the thoroughfare
has come to be their companion.
These, blaze the highway in a breathtaking cruising hunks
of metal, with whining noise and expelling greasily pollutant
that sucks the freshness of the environment.
The murky fragrance of swamp, characterized by decaying
mangrove leaves and mud; mixed with organic excretion is
gradually easing out to these new pollutants of scorched
greasy gas being emitted from these speeding metal hunks.
Some times we got weight down by thoughts and imagination that do not have weight. the sooner we realize that, we'll be up and going. So says the old man
Too much love of the cat, they say, kills the moth. Most love relationship got broken as a result of wrongly managed petty frail nerves. Like as I love to say, just musing.
I held on to my Love and refused to let Him go even when I feel him slipping away
There are many unsung Heroes whose heroism is lost in time and space
I wish I had Known Him many years ago, It,s not too late now though, but I wish I could rewind the time
In sequel to a previous poem, 'Sweet Memories Lingers', Good always sail over our pains if we take time to ponder.