secret
of the seven
seas held by the trident
of the great king Titan!no men
shall know!
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secret
of the seven
seas held by the trident
of the great king Titan!no men
shall know!
shall know!
shall share the known!
shall seek peace with the known!
shall not restrict peace to a law!
all shall!
all shall
love, the way they
were loved by the people
yes, the people of peace, of hope
of love
of love
I am lacking
eternal prodigal,
seeking someone darkness hiding
my way
all shall
listen, now my
story saddens people:
misunderstood, forgotten, thrown
aside…
adrift
wandering waif
requires love, acceptance,
reassurance that I am of
any worth…
will you
hold my hand for
a moment, brush a tear
from overflowing eyes, be kind
to me…
to me
and me alone,
i owe my life. No God,
no knight in shining armour, has
saved me
there were
no Lord, no one,
even "Saviors" savoured
what i had stored in me, in this
crushed cup....
saved me
from disaster
no one but my shadow
which followed me in my days of
hardships
crushed cup..
will break my heart
O my cup bearer serve
the wine of your enchanting eyes,
in eyes
in eyes
I see your truth
and you like my looking
but your eyes, deep and dark, see me
blinking
blinking
once, she was gone,
hummingbird, wings singing
that song, down by the Oswego,
dancing
dancing
to please his mate
the peacock fanned his tail
like a mistress pleasing his man
madly
madly,
through the long day,
I rush, plague of data,
writing on water, no swimming
allowed
allowed
my pain, I go
if no one goes along
alone unafraid to challange
hell's gates
hell's gates
are closed for me
that has put me in hell
I really cannot understand
what,hell?
what hell
is in my loins
chopped and scattered about
bring them together for me please
soon, please
soon, please
before I lose
my patience and girdle
up my loins for a new battle
with hell!
with hell
those words again!
don't like hell, don't want hell,
don't believe in hell, wait, I smell
meatloaf!!
meatloaf
uncooked is hell
bake it in an oven
stoked by blazing fire of hell
then eat
then eat
you might like it
or I'll have hell to pay
how wonderful the aromas
cooking
cooking
meat is easy
beat to make it tender
with a hollander, then stir fry
serve hot
serve hot,
fresh meatloaf, yes,
the divine cold meatloaf sandwich,
never!
never
allow foolish
pride to rend friendships, for
pride: one of the seven deadly
love: pure
Love: Pure
It will return
But in greater numbers
Give your heart and recieve a heart
Someday
Someday
you will be mine
you have stolen my heart
now what is left of me without
you,love
you love
i watch nearby
secret hopes realized
soon together without delay
i wait
I wait
anticipate,
love is a varied thing,
the kneading of it, ketchup edge,
sliced thick
sliced thick
red tomatoe
avocado sliced thin
together between two slices
perfect
perfect
this recipe
juicy, so flavorful
open up and let me feed you
this thought
this thought
that you are mine
keeps me awake all night
i gaze at the stars and look for
my luck
my luck,
I love home cooked,
raised on the sweet comfort
of cornbread, slow hand stews, grits with
red eye
red eye,
red hair, red lips,
red cheeks, red this red that
red is my favorite color
my rose!
My rose
is vivid red
when the thorns make it bleed,
is virgin white when drops of rain
purge it,
salmon--
when winds flow by
making it shiver, in
fits of lust. But your touch makes it
go black.
purge it,
unless you want
to get your heart blackened
with the effluent of raw rust
and dust
go black
like ebony
and sit on the violin
of my heart like a sleek fret board
with strings
with strings
I pull your arms
but no puppet are you
your arms are already around
my waist
The cold
among crystals
that shine let air unfold
within my mind and make me feel
colorblind.
ehm sorry.. i somehow screwed up the game...
ok once more...
my waist
hurts when you push
so hide your claws and wait
to see red stream majestically
shining
Shining
stars are dreary,
the moon is just the same.
Darling, we are all cliches when
we love.
we love
in tiny ways
but the result is large
like eating cream puffs on a cloud
heaven
heaven,
we make it real,
faith ain't what we say, love,
it's what we do, put some muscle
in it
in it
a grain of truth,
perhaps an entire meal,
depends a lot on what you seek—
you find