meowing
from my rough cat
barking from my playful dog
with birds it's more than hectic, my
fan club
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meowing
from my rough cat
barking from my playful dog
with birds it's more than hectic, my
fan club
fan club
is everywhere
on earth and the heavens
in time and space and beyond it
find it
find it
keep it, lose it,
weep, for it is gone now
you ask for more chances, do you
deserve
deserve
if you will a
drama, folks arranged in
tableau, never expecting mean
language
Language
A precious gift
That makes it possible
To express thoughts thorgh poetry
With words
with words
that nought do but,
oh they conceit themselves
a thought worth thinking, is
it not?
it not?
or is it so?
did Juliet proclaim
her love, shameless and forlorn, borne
hopeless?
hopeless
a lumpy sack
thrown into the corner
not to be opened, fear of what's
inside
inside
it is all fire
outside a sheath of snow
you may call me a volcano
of love
of love
I have nothing
no momory, segue,
souvenir, no promise, no joke.
Doves take.
Doves take.
White feathered homes
for pieces of peaces.
What a world can't accommodate,
doves can.
doves can
and oh, they will
bring you the bough of peace
you may touch but do not hold too
firmly
firmly
observe the creed
of the heavenly dove
carrying in its beak of love,
peace
Okay, my dear friend Maz, do you want it to be 'the' peace or what? I don't want to put words in your....fingers. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
dear Amp. ,,,,, please do ! I like your imagination !