this land
of pinkish tinge
borrowed from the red sun
is too far for me to behold
with love
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this land
of pinkish tinge
borrowed from the red sun
is too far for me to behold
with love
with love,
one can heal wounds,
break down dividing walls
courage blossoms under flaming
tests, love...
tests love,
all these cinquains,
of many endings that could be,
it reigns
it reigns,
one or other--
Hate or Love: one ruler.
Mankind exists to serve masters:
Choose One:
Choose One
or take them all
Ezra Pound truly said
we are not ruled by rulers but
Eunuchs !
Eunuchs
are people too
just like us who voted
or did NOT vote thinking ours were
bigger
bigger
or smaller
does not matter. The knife
is a knife if it cuts through hard
with ease!
with ease
the artist draws,
sketching shadows, sunlight--
merging effortlessly the whole
portrait...
portrait...
what's a portrait
to do with your feelings
it sees and keeps smiling at you
quietly
quietly (bad bad mazHur ;) isn't that three syllables? picky picky picky):D
I watch your mood
your face dark and troubled
I want to start over, know what
went wrong
good, good, good, Amp. The pronunciation of a word and the 'point' where you place the stress depends on the number of teeth you have in your mouth !;)Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
went wrong
nothing with me;
only you were skeptic
about me, about my warm love
Love-heart!
love-heart
dissolving on
my tongue. Words of sweetness
ingrained into my tastebuds say
be mine
be mine
says the coy maid
but when I try to touch
her she moves away and says, No,
Not now!
Not now!
cruel headache
today like yesterday
and you know, this week of the month
good night
good night
I wish it was
but there aren't enough stars
to go around and help me to
forget
forget
the past, relive
the present moment,dear
myriads of moments contains one
moment
moment
precious moment
you are waiting for me
but I cannot take what I don't
deserve
deserve
a kiss , don't I?
Come hither and kiss me
until all my senses become
your lot
your lot
may I use it
put together a game
slow pitch, fast ball, curve ball, but no
strikes out
Your Lot
lest you choose more
will result in much pain
endless rainly days lacking time
for me
for me
no twinkling star;
for you the galaxy;
why fate is so unkind to me
Oh, God!
strikes out
slow pitch, fast ball,
curve ball, spins and guggly,
whole lot is at your disposal,
Begin
begin
now the clock ticks
I watch and chew my nails
my right leg hits against the desk
hate tests
hate tests
us all at times,
cruelty comes creeping
with its reasons, but love creates
kindness
kindness
begets kindness
but I had to be cruel
during surgery to rid you
of sore !
of sore
and broken dreams
I am a prisoner,
troubled by nightmares in which you
leave me.
leave me
to my blackbirds
and paper skies, night comes
with its fire and ice, I'll forget
your lies
your lies
wont make me stop
believing in people,
you hardly ever meant so much
to me....
to me
there is one soul,
in which I wander rapt,
one light held in a dark hand,
loosely
loosely
fitted nightdress
grazing the floor. Moonlight
illuminates your curves, I reach
to touch
to touch,
thereby, to know
secrets buried decades
ago, bringing to light lost dreams
of yore
of yore
remembering
and perhaps forgetting
whichever is most convenient
for you
for you
i seem to live
for you I wait to die
but you are so uncaring. sweet
what's wrong?
what's wrong?
come rest your head
and tell it all to me,
worries are like caged birds, they need
to fly
to fly
with broken wings
would be a miracle
but with you as my flying mare
all's well
All's well
That ends well is
The way Shakespeare put it
Screw courage to the sticking place
Read On!
Read On!
The book of love
and learn to feel the beats
of my restless heart that yearns for
your love
Your love
smells like women,
Or maybe it's your mouth;
You always stink of stale lipstick
At night.
at night
I think of you
in balmy land gazing
the sky looking back at you, I'm
refreshed
refreshed
the weather's here,
clouds lift in the cool wind,
so many bright stars watching, like
your eyes