My ears make my lips to talk
 Each time I hear the noise of the samba
sweet vibrations run over my nerve
and the clamp on my foot disappear.
my eyes twist to the directions of the echoin the cliff,
where the noise seems to originates from.
my heart seems to have deceived my eyes many times
until I realized the disputes needs
the attention of my ears to get an answer
My ears make my lips to conversed
Each time I shout
what my mama had said before now,
memory hunt the manner she said it
as my ears turns around to get answers on her lips
while she was away from the scene,
until it came into my lips what the ears piled up in my memory,
my ears widen in secrete to hear
when she first said without reserve,
yes the ears makes my mouth to talk
Here the gossip start,
my ears led me to judge words from outer surface,
the eyes preserved much for the lips in my bias heart,
who always play two fold
My ears make my eyes to change direction
Each time a new wind of word blew into my ears
My ears set up my eye in adventures across the Rubicon miles,
and to taste what its like Crossing the red sea once again
My ears makes my eyes to speak even as it wink
To a new thing in the heart of my own
Where know man can dig the issue out in the Store of my own,
my ears talk with my eyes in the Mirror of lustfulness
and make me to think evil In blindness of my own.
My ears cleared the look of my sight,
and in the Jungle of my adventure
when I stumble over wonders
In mist of wonders of confusion on my wonderful world Of my own where everyone trade in return for sales.
My ears cleared the thought in my heart
while I walked In the mist of thoughts in my hearts 

Stanley E Asia E