are red
like roses fresh
the petals of your lips
let me kiss them my Juliet
and die
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are red
like roses fresh
the petals of your lips
let me kiss them my Juliet
and die
and die
not yet to live
this mortal coil trod
while failing eyes are closed at last
no God?
No God?
No, tell another.
Does not wash with me, now.
This butterfly is designed for
one plant
the worm
eats the leaves,
cocoons, transforms, flies--
butterflies return feast flowers...
cycle...
cycle
around the block
pick me up at noon please
a chilly willy picnic will
warm fast
warm fast
the safe haven
of your long loving arms
please hold me tight in your warm grip
all night
all night
chaos rages
silent screams do echo
yet the virgin child never stirs
last sleep
last sleep
the longest sleep
is the fate of all things
what happens after the sleep ends
god knows
god knows
if im lucky
pull the trigger, find out
seems the barrel wasn't empty
too late
too late
for you to come
Oh, my dear crusader!
we have already lost battle
of love
of love
I know not how
I only know the pain
flowers grow in daylight’s sunshine
with rain
of love
you speak with spite
you speak of bleeding hearts
pains, and many wasted years
a shame.
with rainQuote:
Originally Posted by Wyoecho
I wash my hair
then dry in daytime breeze
ready for the scents of this night
of love
a shameQuote:
Originally Posted by Jihad Joe
to miss out on
sunsets entertaining
your eyes and tickling your good soul
please look
please look
have all the muses
become Venus' own slaves?
Enter Thiasus; fauns, pans, nymphs,
Bacchus!
Bacchus,
dangerous game
you played, but time ran out,
the poets won, moonlight lovers,
writing
writing.
humming a tune.
Saw Valkyries riding
horses down The West Wind under
the Moon...