Atop mound

me and my friend,
on that lush green and pink mound,
gazing & staring,
sitting hand in hand,
idealizing and later realizing,
gush of scented breeze,
aristocratic ecstatic feeling,
we are the world,
we are the happiness,
If God's caress,
It's Us,
We are the chosen one,
and ours will be the caramel bun,
the mound atop,
opens a dream shop,
i plan my morning,
i sketch my coffee and dining,
my wet hair and his nodding,
9 AM and retiring,
i want to buy more,
and i slide back to mound,
to swing, to whirl, to twist around
on this lovely piece of ground!

Seed

Yes, I have sown,
this is my own,
Whether I loose or I won,
I cant disown.
Love and hatred,
Peace or war,
Compassion or cold,
Introvert or extrovert,
Whom shall I revert,
This is my own.
This is what I have sown.

Earth bears fury of sun,
Arc seeded that burn.

Shun it all,
Before overgrown seed,
Makes it a wailing wall.