Dusty Shelf Scripts

Last Night ...

With My face deeply buried

In your scent on my head rest

I savor the last left by you

Holding each breath as if its my last

My mind can not help but play

Play all that has lead to the "last" breath

Lost in the deep play of thoughts

My soul retires

With a smile on my face

Filling my room with a moonshine in winter

How good can it get?

You make me a good man

Goodnight

Orangewalk Woman

Laying mi thoughts on your mind

And drawing knowledge of you

Seeing you pace up and down mi mind

Procuring the I in miself

Allowing me to step

Step into your dimension

And wearing your perspective,

Is like looking into the cascading ripples

Ripples of the river Nile

Right by the banks of the west

And when the sun is crimson

And the sky is fiery-scarlet

And the winds are respect the time and be lull

And the trees stop dancing and the autumn leaves rest

And the ripples spread to eternity

The Nile becomes serene and becomes my mirror

And with each ripple gone

I see miself in you, Clearer and clearer.

Usted es mi corazón ls

Moyo wangu,Usted solamente...

Pinnacle of Felicity

I can feel the clouds becoming dense
As I near the snow capped apex
My visibility is abating with each foot
Felicity belittles Kilimanjaro
To a Southern African anthill
The air is so thin like an abstract apparition
I am as high as Bob ever was
While competing with a 70s hippie
Jimmy per say
I hear the today’s gliders whizzing past
I am so weary
So frail

She is right by my side
All the way from the foot of valley
The very troublesome valley
She has my hand in hers
And I have hers in mine
Our hearts are synching
Synching to one pulse
As we keep going higher and higher
To Jimmy Marley hippie land

We set our eyes on the crest
Our souls are craving that pure zenith
Rising beatitudes keep us going
As we look down to our lives in retrospect
We are a few steps away
Still hand in hand
From the Pinnacle of Felicity