MY PRECIOUS MONSTER

Jugging in thye stream
of love like the sea waves
she felt a rough toch
like a rusted iron

"Monsters!" she screamed
and in a twilt
we were floatin
just like it nwas
in the beginning
lingering on the swing of love

THE MAGNIFICIENT MEN OF MERRIAH

On thier faces
are stripes of courage
They come out bold
like the red colours

I come in green
trying to stop them
they sling out
the truth on me
and rest in peace.