Leisure leisure, a time to catch these forty winks,
adulating treasures secured in cuff links;
Pausing a moment, appreciating the time gone
As at this second of time I am able to evaluate
the examination results and performance
not to mention an accompany of darling romance
with qualitative bonds aggressively accentuate,
at all times; left not alone.
..to stop and hold a minute,a minute fragment of your time,clasping you warmly and dear,gazing deep into thine;to inch closer by the motionand to draw closer to mine,with mine eyes I tear and know,...I love you just and fine.
It is not much, this is not much;`tis just the tip to an iceberg,to a landslide of compassionbefalling, upon thee in aggression.Say thy prayers Amen,this is, it is genuinely happeninghence, expect but an explosion,as our hearts, they sync in fusion.
Go...run on the wild;thy scruff gracefully fills,
and tasting thy warm appeal,
with a faint yet pleasant curl
alighting, and a glint of thy luster
radiates flair; feel its satisfaction.
Tilt now a side kicking up thy heels
having this ordeal a foremost ideal.
A circle in, a circleis, but a shape of its form;and while I do not believe in oracles,I certainly do not know where or how this came from!And just by that corner,is where the circle is found,a pairing synchrony it gathersof the act that which we wore in hand, by the end of a finger's bound.
It is my utmost delightto have been in this, a partfrom which I can clearly seeand feel, and know so truly,fathoming the understandable,understanding the unimaginable.
I slept feeling tired, satisfied;I woke feeling happy, unified;'Today is gonna rock', this I shoutout loud, I am already capering about!
Hop on.Let us drive,we will go steadilyand not let this # die.
Will you be my Johnny G.?The one that I shall recreatein the physical mind of mine,reanimating desired memoriesand allowing hearts to intertwine.
Let's start a fire,throwin' in a cocktail or twoand feel our hearts conspire;that'd be my utmost desire.
Kiss me lightly on the lips
and hold me tightly by the hips,
make me feel that I am worthy
and feeling far from just being happy.
I wish that you have now realizedof that which I have just dramatized,is nothing more but an inspiration,provoking and invoking the emotion.
You did not wait for medespite shouting your name,and when I called you baby,you flicked and scold me crazy.I was struck dumbfoundedand my heart apprehended,not knowing what to react,only a smile was I able to extract.
The day was grey,smudged by your inconsistency,and the trust that you sayis duly unworthy.I gave up an eternity,not knowing what I was doingbut I only counted twentyfor I have found something.
Laid on the bed, thinking,an empty void, wondering,if tonight I will be sleeping,
and hopefully by morning.
What a strange turnabout this has become,
penning countless epistles of a memoir,
the unpredictability of such dreams and goals:
feeding, filling up the psyches' reservoir.
You stared deep into my soul,
petrifying this strange warmth inside;
as my legs turn soft and weak,
I realized my feelings I cannot hide.
My eyes still, frozen with time
as a blink would be my deary waste
hoping your days would someday be mine
but in my slumber, only a dream I can paste.
I remember not whynor understand myself how,but I ended up feeling dejectedhated, subjected and rejected.So I calmly walked in all casuallyin a multilevel building standing tall,reaching out for a fluorescent stickrushing in stabbing for a vendetta's kick.The dead increases with every plunge,shouts of terror in fright shivers the floorand hero's threw themselves only to just diewhile some froze unbelieving at this lie.Charging at them lunging forward,I left not one alive and breathing;in a matter of minutes the floor was silent...just the sound of my breath resounded insolent.Panting, I went to another leveland once again I pierced them horror!I made everyone running helter-skelterand then only an eerie silence followed after.Two levels I have already marked downand as my rage for blood is still burning,I went upstairs and had them all killedand when it was over, conscience filled...Horrified by my doing; the consequences,I broke the stick to two and kept it in my pocket,My heart wanted to run far away and hidebut I walked freely away from that homicide.
I am dead...my vigor misplaced,so tired up in my headby night falling into bed.
In my dreams...You are perfect.You had that sharp look in your eyes;yet I woke up to teary lies.They were nothing happy,neither joyous but just sappy.I wish I could remain asleepand slumber I would remain deep,to know how reality could affect,I want to remain in my dreams.
Let live this dreamhoused in hidden greensand water running along the streamto a flowing courtyard;this shed it humbly overlooks.The serenity displayedsoothes and calms me wearies,invoking emotions holding them fayedin its pristine stillness;this constant flowing inspiration.