Poetry for the weather and all weather.

COME LET'S MAKE TEA

     Come, let's make tea,
     For if we dont;
     we'll have nothing to drink.
     Yes!
     There'll be nothing to lay in front,
     Except we want to remain;
     where we are to think.


      When our hearts can see,
      Touch, resonate, respond, echo and feel;
      Should we leave our mortality;
      to fail us both till eternity?
      Our pride this kettle burned dry.
      Or is our vision fueled to fie;
      and our feelings filled with fear?
      With the belief we can't make a love bear.
      Why allow us this kettle burn black?
      The fire will soon burn out like a maniac.



      While this cold charges at us;
      why don't we mount ahorse?
      And make sweet hot tea in the kitchen;
      to warm our bodies like roasted chicken.
      If we don't; we'll have nothing to drink.
      We'll in our minds alone think.
      We'll never be co-drinkers,
      Else, we'll remain co-thinkers.
      Indeed, your ceramic mug is beautiful,
      Incomparable to your beauty you keep dutiful.
 

   
      If our lives be imitated on screen,
      How long are we to embrace childish derailment?
      Else we'd be seen as bimbos from Philippine;
      who find it difficult to seize the moment.
      Yes!
      You and I play a terrific miscast,
      Miscast of the century.
 


      Our act is still an illusion;
      that still haven't found its full expression.
      I need you to come;
      sit, listen to my silence while I fling the bomb,
      So we could make this tea,
      Else, this wind kills us with cold.
      And we'll never have a droplet to drink.
      Come, let's make tea.
      Should we wait a thousand year not being bold;
      to make this tea for us to drink?