How soon passed the time, my time of poetry and crime. Now I smash the goblet of this time, the time of poetry and wine. This time belongs to poetry, poetry and rhyme. For the ultimate glory of God I walk poetries thin line.
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”
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)”
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.