my knees
are scarred and scraped
they've suffered from falls from
bicycles and trips down the stairs
war wounds
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my knees
are scarred and scraped
they've suffered from falls from
bicycles and trips down the stairs
war wounds
war wounds
do not truly heal
they scab over and fade
but remain with us forever
till death
till death
for now let's part
sometimes I beg for you
thank goodness you know how I jest
ha ha
Ha ha,
the laughing light
bulb scoffs and having scoffed
moves on. What will amuse her next?
we ask
ha ha....Prince, you have put a smile on my face, at bedtime no less! ;) Pretty tricky.Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
we ask
only for truth
we wish only to reach
out and comfort those who cannot
feel peace
feel peace
upon your back
as you lie there sleeping
no pea, bean or lentil in your
mattress
mattress,
magic carpet,
where will we go tonight?
wake me in my dreams, let me feel
that life
that life
goes on is fact
hidden reefs, unseen foes--
steer the course, furl the sail, ho, mates!
sail on!
sail on
into the winds
of tomorrow....set your
prow for distant places where hope
grows yet.
grows yet
another rose,
and waits for you - will last
through all the winter snows, forget
the past
the past
fades soft away
drifting behind the day's
remembrances of time spent in
your arms
your arms
the ones I feel
through your poetic words
beckon me to speak out and love
my heart
my heart
beats on with or
without you, so carry
your li'l self away from here and
get lost
(that wasn't meant to be personal, Amp.... LOL!)
Get lost?
Who me? Sorry.
I did not mean any harm.
Tongues can often dig one's grave--
sigh Bye...
sigh Bye...
your sadness weighs
heavily in my soul
i would lift you to the sky if
i could
i could
go by the rules
and leave the sins to rot,
but then, would life be as rousing?
oh well! ;)
oh well!
life trudges on
no matter how hard we
try to stop it or slow it down
let's go!
let's go!
why do you rest?
yes, I know it's Sunday
I won't make you work too hard for
my love
my love
is bottled up
in shiny green-glass jars
glinting on a high, sun-strewn shelf
waiting
waiting
without complaint
always watching closely
for the tiny messages that
speak big
speak big
carry big stick
have the best of both worlds
neither ignored nor left unheard:
ten-hut!
ten-hut!
soldiers' worn boots
lined up, sad and saggy,
what horrors have they seen in the
desert
desert
it drinks you up
but stores there your water
your tiny roots, full for blooming
flowers
flowers —
the dreams of earth —
in the fields of crocus,
Oh! my Spanish Dancer, dream me,
saffron
saffron
and lime surround
me in the colours of
India....savoury hues of
allure
allure—
that which draws one
to seek adventure in
foreign places forgotten by time—
mystery…
mystery —
not the unknown;
we know that which is not;
what is, while it is not, makes us
question
question
I live it now
it makes no difference
the answer is not important
ask it
ask it,
it will escape
before your eyes, if not,
don't hurry, but when the moment
is right...
is right
inherently
right? Or could it be just
the social mores created by
people?
people
don't want to see
the truth, that the problem
is of their own making, would rather
blame God...
Blame God
if you should dare....
but may I suggest that
you're the architect of your own
demise
demise
are beautiful,
and dat nose exquisite,
but dem ears perfect for diamonds,
baby
:lol: :lol: :lol:
baby
come light my fire
with your piercing gaze and
that sizzlin' smile...you fog up my
glasses
glasses
who needs to see
to feel that piercing gaze
and smile that tempts the wicked
oh my
oh my
your lips are cold,
put them there...and there...warm
them slowly on the inside of
my thigh
;)
my thigh
or is that you
do you like white or dark
thanksgiving is full of turkeys
that's right
that's right
and now the cake
with its perfect icing
see it on my fingers, should you
go first