How hot can summer be?
Even plastic bins are hit, see?
A little breeze we all need
To cool off this LA summer heat.
crappy doodles and sloppy notes
In this beauty I see, I look up high
Mesmerized by the colors of the sky
I call out your name hoping you’d reply.
Sundown here, midnight on your side.
Sadness inching in and I’m about to cry.
Yet you choose to talk and say, “Hi.”
Over the phone, we talk another hour
Under the beauty of the sky.
In the midst of the silence of the night
Lone soul awakes and tries to fight
Overly procovative thoughts that fright.
Vagabonds and ghosts from the past
Ever haunting the mind that’s aghast.
Yet the heart that has been outcast
Over the years, has learned to bypass.
Ubiquitous love overpowering fears at last!
Saturday the rains have endlessly poured
In the metro, for six days it has stormed.
Neither the silver moon nor the yellow sun
Knows when it could bring back fun.
In dirty waters submerged are cars-
New and old submarines less the radars.
Gone are the riches of those superstars.