The elements are churning in the wind, <br />Convincing evey little whim to stay in, <br />To stay hiddden till everything wins, <br />The struggle with a ferocious wind. <br />The minds are yearning, <br />Begging impression from the glares of genius, <br />Petting depression from the eyes of venus, <br />To set in beauty from her journey, <br />Prepare her for a party, <br />To attend to bull and belching, <br />Before everyone starts clinging by the ear, <br />To hear, <br />The story that is the peril of man, <br />How they struggle to paint her, <br />How they croak their voices to sing, <br />How even some, write to charm her… <br /> <br />They are the perfect storm, <br />Who change taste and feeling so easily, <br />They are tormented by their want of me, <br />Am only beauty, <br />But the poet still insists on words, <br />Gangsters still insist on guns, <br />Want to buy me things, <br />Expensive little nothings, <br />Yet they forget their hearts, <br />Cold crevices within them, <br />Leaking that what makes me, <br />Am beauty in them… <br />Am beauty within. <br />A perfect storm stirring, <br />Winding like the clock, <br />Rising early like a cock, <br />To make the first impression. <br /> <br />The perfect storm in their eyes, <br />What stories they have had to tell, <br />Just to get me in their spell, <br />Play show and tell. <br />Am only beauty, <br />But this man, <br />This girl, <br />Show me fury… <br />Don’t they see what’s begun <br />Is a perfect storm within.<br /><br />Merlin Mwaura<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-perfect-storm-2/
