CONTACT

I met a lady earlier today
She wore a smile both ways
Glowing in the middle of today
Beauty was on full display
That I stammered on what to say
How many words could replace okay
I mean aside "oh" and "kay"
I hope she never find mistakes
Like how many times I said hey
Spitting out very few words like Dré
Or the number of times I interrupted before she could say okay.
Don't let her leave I pray
At least after a drink but not this way

She doesn't say much but just okay

We end there so she turns to go away
And I also find my way


But as we take timid steps in our directions
Slowly beneath this sky of tension

Lips quivering as if to mention
Something we never mentioned
Like there's something we both missing

A little event we can't down play
Especially if we're going straight like ray

Something we both want from each other
And something that will keep us closer
Even if not to together, then somewhere nearer

So I beckoned her back before she goes further


Her feet carried her easier than before

Until she's closer

And she's glad that I was quick to remember

So with that awesome smile she says:

"I know you called to ask for my number"

C. O. N. T. A. C. T.

Pampanaa

The Cocktail

A French Kiss is a highly sought after cocktail made of a very distinct blend of two very carefully wetted and willful lips mixed together with the tongues to stir and reach the depths of the passion fruits under an amorous setting. Best served and enjoyed in intimate situations ie sunset, beach, park bench, closets spaces, under bridges, in parked cars, under the mistletoe, on picnic mats, and so on mostly ending in  blood rushing up and down the brain and other delicate parts in uninformed yet alarming degrees. 

This cocktail though barely alcoholic has the intoxicating effects of 3 bottles of vodka flirt under a long nasal draw of the narcotic menace of Cocain. 

Hence explaining perfectly the reason for the absurd spikes in heart beats. 

In the cases of the young or if you may first timers the French Kiss tend have effects such as momentary loss of focus, imaginary scenes leading to broader smiles and laughter and greater energy spikes. 

These effects even sports men and women only experience in bits after winning  gold. The effects are best achieved under very favorable conditions such as sharing the cocktail with a highly desired partner, in a soothing degree of jasmine laced cologne in a mutually desired place of convenience which widely varies across cultures and ages as the very drops that make the sea. 

Persons who patronize this cocktail tell of compare the feeling to that of having fireworks go off in your head whiles your legs disappear wriggly like a jelly fish lost in space. 

Coherently the French Kiss is mostly enjoyed in the following situations 

• After what turns out to have been a very very successful date. 
• A triumphant seal of a marriage agreement. 
• A triumphant return of a beloved from a journey.  And in very rare but highly possible occasions since I write from experience. 
• Total strangers engaging in their very first conversation properly and much politely. 

The French Kiss remains the most preferred cocktail and don't be hesitant to share a few with a much deserving companion

The Cocktail named French Kiss

Pampanaa

Step Mother

It's not because she's not my mother
And not because I called her mother
It's not because she was the other
And my birth was by another

It's not because of what we shared
Well aside the rod she never spared
Or the scars that portrayed her care
It's not like her memories were blurred

It's not like she chose to pamper
A rivals son who ruined her slumber
Or wished for an extra adventurous number
It's not like she was the  kindest member

But it's like she acted the part mother,
A lot more worse than the other
After all she wasn't just any other
And she wasn't going to pretend to be another

It's like because of what we shared
She can't just watch the rod be spared
Until scars were visible to portray she cared
And became the very memory that never blurred

It's like she promised to love and pamper
A rivals son till he ruined her slumber
As she had always wanted an adorable number
Because she was the kindest member

It's not like I judge her now
Neither do I admire her brow

But it's like once she had the chance
She became the first to change the dance

MY STEP-MOTHER

Pampanaa

Expenses

I think spending everyday
Spending beyond amounts and figures
Spending treasures I can't measure
Yet I'm spending under no pressure
Neither am I spending on anything that warrants pleasure

I may be spending without currencies
Running deep into starving deficiencies
With no idea of my limits and fantasies
Who knows what next I might be spending like it were cheap


So I asked my conscience and he says

He realized I'm spending every hate on my enemies
So much there's barely enough for the sinful me
Or these slavery days I'm still living out on my knees
So I'm only finding faults with everyone except me

He says I'm spending time on everything but myself
Like my work so I get to look wealthy
And spend on everything but never be healthy
Or spend on helping like a hero until I'm praised and admired
So I have a heart of gold but I'm spending eternity mining neglecting my own family

Funny how I'm spending nothing and expecting everything
Like denying myself respect yet expecting too much from everyone
So I'm the bitter opposition who can't better my current position yet I hope for higher positions

He says I'm spending words in poetry and expecting their praise in return,
Like if it wasn't for my pieces they would ever look my direction when they turn...

True I barely realized how much I spent or how much I received in return,
But...
I just hope these words don't leave me like some mere....

EXPENSES

Pampanaa 

Copy Cats

There's been a new addition to the zoos across the world
Not an alien species but  they growing rapidly
The fastest growing population of organisms

Quite fascinating to the eyes of the observer

At least I dare say so

Barely harmless because they come untamed
Yet they come in chains caged by their blindness
They are known to have an ever wild and growing appetite so please beware anyone  could be a victim

Might be less effective keeping them in zoos
Even thought that's exactly where they belong
Because they live next door and even right where we always see but never notice them....Yes,

That person in our mirrors

I didn't mean to offend you but it's true

They came to being the days we chose to:
"be like" because we felt inadequate with "being" that we forgot our individuality
And had to cast away our originality
Just to spend more on becoming best copies of beings that heighten our inferiority

You are most welcome to suggest some names from their dictionaries

But for the only cats without paws, whiskers and tails,

Allow me reintroduce the.....

COPY CATS

Pampanaaa

High Pitched

Up on the elevated side of the church facing the audience,
Where the voices reached the heavens in harmony
And my dry pitched "forzeto" joined in both ruining and complimenting at will.

Up on that barely concrete stage,
Sang a voice so blameless,
I bet the heavens were quick to meet this one that.
I had to hold my jaw to be sure it wasn't open like the others

Interestingly even our seats had lost comfort that standing in my undersized shoes felt ideal

The strings and keys were right but the pitch I heard subdued all notes to my hearing

It was hers and I knew it, feeling perfect where mine won't fit.
Forgive my description but something very magical could best fit.

Her voiced soared left my heart sore and I hummed along like a broken chord.

Don't think after here I'll go write a poem

After all what will I call it when it going to be all about her voice.

Pampanaa

HEARTLESS

You know anyone whoever called me heartless was mostly right

 because 

I thought I used my brain more and my heart less

Like the way I played the love game safe and always gave excuses more 

because 

I followed my heart less

Like giving my seed but my heart less so whoever got pregnant, knew I cared less

But I can barely tell if you mock me or just wanna state the obvious when you say I'm heartless

Because I was literally complete until I met you, lost my heart to you for none in return
Exactly the word, Heartless.

Funny how the tables turn and yet your every action makes me ache and burn

Because no matter how hard I pretend you have me exactly the way I should have been...

HEARTLESS

Pampanaa

GAPS Between Us

I know I broke things and brought it all down
Your walls and all, even the upside down frown
And yet I still wear this fake smile like a clown

But we both know we lost our hearts onetime
But failed to noticed we had each others at that time
Because we only considered our desires a crime
And left our honey for the sours of lime.

You still blame me because I think you are guilty
Because we had many conversations but they never ended pretty

Tomorrow barely excites me now because you aren't here when I wake
Even though I couldn't tell how different you were from fake
Yet my words are mostly too foul yet I can't tell what they break
I know you never expect too much when I'm barely worth half of what you make.

I'm not sorry for the distance and words between us
Because I know they could still build a bridge between us
But then again our answers to this fate lies....between us.

Pampanaa