From the Noble's pen

Wednesday, 14 October 2015

SWEET NONSENSE



I feel the beats
Beneath the bones
Wildly and fast
Of fear and pride
Arrogance and deceit
Pretense and lies
As he prepares
His sweet nonsense
I hear the call
Lips moving
Eyes smiling
Teeth gnashing
Nose twitching
Hands clasping

Sunday, 11 October 2015

A DIAMOND THAT GROWS



This diamond that grows so
Fast and bright with eyes aglow
Of man indeed a great treasure
To be looked upon with true pleasure
Alas! this Diamond grows unlike any
Nay, I can exchange it not for a million penny
With a smile so radiant it leaves the sun jealous,
The moon envious and stars but hideous
With a selfish desire my weak soul