dont you
realize how
much I miss you,your love,
you seem to have a heart of stone
tough grit
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dont you
realize how
much I miss you,your love,
you seem to have a heart of stone
tough grit
tough grit
held the castle
together, kept it from
falling apart, like my dreams did
once when...
forgot
all but the hushed
moments of bliss, of life
in love, love in life, your eyes in
my eyes...
fore'er
we can stay put,
and watch war create war,
man kill man, lives gulp lives, and bathe
in blood
....
in blood
circulates life
let us not let blood go
down the drain in futile pursuits
of war
of war
and bitterness
I feel the shame of my
nation. An eye for an eye reigns
these days
these days
I remember
Newsweek, a naked child,
cover controversy, crying,
Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
spinning the world
a hard jolt to bring us
to our knees, to stand once again
in peace
In peace,
may I now rest
yesterday behind me.
Never understand why dismal
days come...
days come
in a thin line
at the edge of darkness -
free your mind, slip through, a new world
awaits
awaits
in the blue sky
someone become a star
for his love to become a star
and join
and join
me, right down here
you can't hear me giggling?
you can see me but not hear me
speak up
speak up
what's in your heart
be not a coy maid
be not shy, reserved ,reluctant
of drone
of drone-
ing mothers I've
had my share. Oh for some
peace! I drown out her voice with a
good wine
Good wine
A heady scent
Swirling the cup gently,
Luscious red seductive color.
Assails.
Assails
the chastity
of young virgin flowers,
the impregnating moth helps them
bear fruit
bear fruit
pass the platter
luscious, dripping and ripe
let us all taste the essence of
your mind
your mind
has great ideas
yet it needs garnishing
with the sauce of my lovely thoughts
to click
to click
or not to click
can make all the diff'rence
in my true love's health and safety
refrain
refrain
Impossible!
Love is my bed and bread
I sleep in love, get up in love,
alone!
alone
is not lonely,
nor is lonely alone,
I reach out from that morning space
my hand
my hand
types the words out--
but unguided, meaningless.
intellect required weaving
words fine
words fine
will not suffice
prove your grit through actions
hold me tight and kiss me dearly
my love
:( why is it always some love-related 2-syllabler when i'm here?! I'm bad(pathetic i'd say) at love things!! *sniff*
nevertheless...
my love,
scattered to a
melancholic melange,
awaiting a touch -- to revive,
to live....
*sigh of relief*
it helps
to find someone
who wont drop bombs of love
at you, even if its for a mere
second... :D
second?
is like an year.
an year's like a leap year,
a leap year is like a light year
in Love!
NO!!!!
in love
and words of love
my death awaits, creeping
up in the form of syllabled
love words!
love words
shall not be seen
to bother hence this fair
and troubled lady; do not make
her cry.
her cry
is what makes me
feel like i have done wrong
but her smile is beyond right
it's bliss
it's bliss
this kiss so deep
I leap to catch each one
and run to hide them under my
pillow
in bliss
the lavender
turned to the dahlia,
only leaves could hear the whispered
secrets
secrets
of lilac dreams,
secrets kept from the wind,
who by his touch, can make her core
shiver....
shiver
your sounding voice
behind my ear, whisper
pleading words that beg my senses
to feel
to feel
as i do now,
you will have to go through
some of the scorching spheres, and fears,
and tears.
and tears
have I shed down
through thirteen lonely years—
drinking depression's bitter cup—
who cares?
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who cares?
lots of people
but care does not always
come the way we need it the most
teach us
teach us
the meaning of
happiness, a lovers
touch, unexpected smile, a shared
secret.