The way she laughs excites me, the way she ponders is seductive. Like the tide, i’m drifting towards her, and like the shore I hope she soaks me in.
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Is a hug a gift from God?
Is a hug a gift from God? a squeeze can brighten the most darkest of day, for a warm embrace, who doesn’t wish to stay? Is a hug a gift from God? cuddles the heart does treasure, in receiving, oh what a pleasure. Is a hug a gift from God? it’s an act never toContinue reading “Is a hug a gift from God?”
Little kicks inside her
As we watch the birch logs burn, little kicks inside her, excitement strikes! Imagine I hadn’t have been there, no looks from the bandstand, smiles in the park. Fire light and little kicks, emblems of hope in the dark. Aspirations rise with the smoke, the heir to my words until his eminence bespoke.
Let thee rhyme (through ADHD)
Indulge in the mystery grasp the suspense, set sail in the search hail the pretense. Jump hop and spring, like a harmonic choir let thee sing. Where is the time that waits for no one, lying quiescent, if so, what from? Plié, twist and dance, like a tunnel of love let thee romance. We willContinue reading “Let thee rhyme (through ADHD)”
I’m Free
My reality, I submit onto the spirit as feelings form into tears with each tear I taste I realize again faith is sufficient. It’s difficult to accept matters of this world flesh will more than condemn hope slides seeming all to to be lost. His blood again has cleansed me spirit lead me where IContinue reading “I’m Free”
Shadows
The music stops, and I feel the cold. Love hacked and extracted. Can the soul save itself? As they fight for my last breath? Pulling me back to the shadow world, where dead hearts can’t bleed. Moons don’t reflect from seas, and on the vulnerable, the shadows feed.
Upon your art
Lift me high with those loving hands, that chiselled my passionate heart. Lift me high above all creation, and let me gaze, upon your art.
A shout of creation
Pen, paper, rocking chair and a match, It’s time to create inspiration to catch. Like a river it’s flowing what’s deep within bursts out, Like a thief for his life, from the gallows, I shout.
Your lips
I labour, hands in dirt, hot sun on my back. All I have to offer is my heart, in this month of your zodiac. It’s the first day of the week, the sun is beginning to set. I search for words and metaphors, yet your lips, the goal i’ve set.
Cretian air
Her hair waved in the wind with the red ensign. The waves elated like a soul with rhyme. It was warm, dusk closer to night. Poets time, when angels visit to help bards write. Aside of me and her, and the warm Cretian air.
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