Season of apples

its the season of apples
its the year of ripples
its the match of the town
to the line of the run-down
its march, its April
its Easter
i don't know where
but then whenever its thanksgiving
Santa is out of town
but its still Christmas
the year says goodbye
2014 kicks in
and we are back here
the day when i write this very speech
with just  a few twisted notes
in many a different word
for the same world.

Simple apple

i like you simple
like  a colourless apple
without care for green  or red
for in that blend
you are ample

OMG

today i met you
and ...
and
and .....

ok, yesterday i met you
and went blank
lost all my words
my sweet lined up words
that went like... so and so...

well, that's good practice
now there she comes...

now that i have met you
i....
i
i...........

oh no, not again.

Happy you

a tear drops
its emotional
a scream whispers
its sensational

a smile emerges
its warming
a crowd cheers
its consuming

the earth hushes
for though winds are harsh
there is no rush

for you are happy
so even in this cell
i have peace
i cherish hope for tomorrow
to see
the happy you

Write about you

i write about you
like i know you
i giggle at the thought of you
like a beat crazed by you
as you lend your voice
to give music to song
clearing all wrong

You, Me

you keep me here

i love it here

you take me  there 

i love it there

you look at me like that

so i love  it like that

you make me be me

so i love you

for you let me love me

Same old same old

i love this year, its what i always say every year