THE TEA WITH NECTAR AND AMBROSIA

Escaping from the thunder of God of Speed
Hot spark of  approval is exactly what I need
It kindles the fire on my mind's Hades sea
Now, hopefully worms up your cold Olympian tea

 ALL POETRY...

All poetry is deep murky river
It flows, it drowns you in a fever
Whirlpools of thoughts spinning fast
Brain dams waiting for synapses blast

Neuron villages sleeping strong
Singing acetylocholine comatose song
One spark jumps high to a sky
Makes all inhabitants begin to die

The show is called La pettite mort
The place is called poet mind's court
The oxygen's provider is called blood
The phenomenon is called lines flood
 

The September Rain

Under the temples of our heads
Vision of chairs, desks and beds
Falling from the September sky
Escaping  areroplane's fiery lungs cry

No need possessing a weatherman skills
To find out hot and dust precipitation kills
The storm has gone, new turf appears
Weeping every morning with red tears

Time to mow the lawn around to see
Grass is still growing under The Big Apple tree
Watch two burnt branches running in blossom race
Hope the fruits of remembrance will ripen with good grace