I AM A GIANT TIA CHAIKET

My muscles, made of metal

My will is hard as iron

The ground trembles when I settle

My joy spreads growth and love

While my fur y seeks destr uction

My sadness br ings the water from above

And my passion’s blocked by no obstr uction

My hands, though lar ge , are deft and smar t

My wits wor k just as well

A pump beats in my chest, my hear t

My self stored in my cells

There will always be those who hate me

And people who tr y to shame

But there will always be ones who love me

And their love will never wane tide

My scream the howl of stor ms

For though I am the Ear th

My hear t beats just as your s

I shall help those who stand by my side

And keep those behind me war m

And I am not of wor th

Without the love of other s

I am a giant

Hidden Flower

I’ve Touched A Red Rose

I´ve Found a rose . Amongst the mist it emer ged fair, and dauntless like dawn´s merciful kiss on intangible hor izons. embedded in the thor ns its silhouette stood small, and petals fr ial all allur ing and inspir ing, like fall´s ancient leaves deter mined hold on r ugged maple trees.

I´ve watched her The way her eyes spar kle when met with delight like exploding star s from which she was bor n The way her tempting plush lips open, close and contr act as she expresses her self, and even the way her top lip folds up as she tr ies talking while smiling I´ve even witnessed those same star s shed beautiful tear s of mending I´ve witnessed those plush tempting lips not tempt at all,

In a quiet gaze I watched her sway, leap and step to the calling of melodic rhythms as if it controlled her ver y soul. A rose petal captured by the wind, freeing itself from its incagement. Only her freedom is tempor ar y.

Within my eyes of unproven, she was never a common white like those of seagulls roaming the vast sky aimlessly above shores. Never was she a deep pur ple , an enr iched color inher ited by the boisterous amethyst cr ystal. No. Emer ged from the mist stood a bold majestic cr imson rose , my most favor ite of the color s.

Entr anced by her beauty. I am but a moth to the light. I’m not afr aid of the thor ns as they are what makes a rose , a rose . I reach closer, and closer…I know there is beauty in pain, and pain in beauty, but I love it all.