I sit back and laze peacefully listening to Dylan, swiverling on my comfy chair. I close my eyes and life is fair. I open to a gap in the blinds sun beaming through, I see dust floating, delicate like you. I care not for anything, a break in the music and the mood takes aContinue reading “Social distance”
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Love
My grandmother’s love is great no doubt. My mother’s love can twist and bend around any roundabout. But the one you unexpectedly meet truly makes the heart complete.
Ill fated energy
In the aroma of a lilac scented garden a manic majestic wonder explodes. In the choirs chorus I leap over sanities threshold. Dancing with spirits, they permit to this safety of euphoria. Though an ill fated energy conflicted in dysphoria. Toxic venom of pain, coursing to the brain. The demon’s curse glossed over by anContinue reading “Ill fated energy”
Victory in Europe day
The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
Prepare for war
No rage to destroy no pain on the heart to crush. Futile his skills with pen and brush. Does the spirit forsake? The comfort to hear, riches to see, still destitute he be. No tears, no laughs, no screams, no prayers, no energy in the trigger finger to let of the call flares, rain beatsContinue reading “Prepare for war”
Together we don’t care
She danced as if she was trying to save her soul. The music infused her body, possessed by rhythm. Dance floor filled, I’m transfixed on her. Men tried to advance she was dancing free. Like an enchanter from the other world created the choreography. Her moves shielded much, I found the pain attractive. A profoundContinue reading “Together we don’t care”
The word love
You said the word love. the way it was now never to return. My heart parried, will my frailty let it all burn. Can the two commit? I scream my heart into the heavens. The Lord knows I’m a hypocrite. I would surely cry, if we waved goodbye. At least the thought of you andContinue reading “The word love”
She ponders
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.
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.
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