EXERCISE DISCRETION

 The stars are the pleasure, the sweetness  in its abode delights like the scent of the aroma 

its sweetness like the gum of strawberry taste 

That is what we take in we consume all in not thinking of the health

All we desire is the taste and happiness

We are enjoying at the moment

we wake up to see our obesity in the mirror 

We feel down depressed but our obsessions for the buffet wouldn't make us a query 

It is easy to eat as much as we want

But it is not easy to regain strength when we are sick

It is easy to make our food taste delicious 

But is not easy to lose weight when we are obese

Weighing less is a pain 

Weighing more is a stress

Eating healthy is a joy 

Staying healthy is a must

There is a choice to be expensive and a choice to be incomparable 

Chronic or aging longer, these two lie ahead of you 

Still young, not too late to exercise discretion.

LOVE OF DREAM

 However, it started am so glad it did 

He passionately folds and coils me in his abode

His tongue was all over me too obsessed to let it go

Because I love how passion is found in me 

Upp with this guy girl 

Upper with girl guy

No judgment of me was made at that moment 

Just me and me clouding in that article of  roses

The night we had every day was spectacular

Temperatures are heating, ice is melting, eyes made contact

Laughing in our eyes, we ain't made together 

But with different agenda, we fold love in our dreams 

Am exaggerating, muscles uplifting with his little strength touch

Am not bonded to have that but love in my dream, cus I got all 

This love in my  dreams is coming to an end 

Am not waking up, because am so wolfish 

The same dream will not come over again if I wake up

Self-indulgent, passive illusions, admiration makes me want to sleep more.

I have fallen for his glimpse of touch which makes me insane

Wake me, wake me, up I say

Wake me, wake me, up I say

Just have to say adios, Au Revoir, sayonara to love of dream.

IRENEBOADITHEPOET

THAT PART THAT DOESN'T EXIT

The part of me that doesn't exist

The debate of foreseen disease that makes humans irresistible 

My imagination is too stressed every day

creating unexisting memory

The happy ones, sad, richness to life and after all the lost deeds 

To all we create but nothing exists realizing non can be true.

The miserable look  of me stammering

These quiet gaze and the can-do spirit brought a mixture of closed eyes

The life we assumed to have, dead arising from the dead

Our last breath has been taken down, depressed, fallen, broken into pieces, and  shuttered into thunderstorms

Deflected by gazes of the world, unanimous setting of who we are 

His creations of how sorrowful we are, unbothered by the setting, transformation 

Nature songs depict us, who we really want to be.

Unexisting castle, the airplanes the machine moving we dream to have

We gave in intriguing love that we claim to have

Mistery, Mistery, Mistery

Void, Void, Void

That part that doesn't exist in us.

IRENEBOADITHEPOET