Wise think and wise feel,Words said before,Yet to unreachable applesyou gravitate forevermore,A heart ever full of hopewith a sore, burning core,A naive wish to elopewith another man’s amore. Never a push, though ever a nudge;All in reach but ne’er in touch.
Turn the pages ‘till the break of day,Dance like there’s no one with anything to say,Kiss the mirror; your own self do not betray. Aghast at deceptions and half-truths,And though oft’ your mind in solace will brewlies and untruths,To thine own self be true.
We had just celebrated the New Year,The shimmering of candlelight still in the air,The soft, warm hue on her gorgeous eyes. A couple near us lit some cigarettes,And another downed copious amounts of booze,An AfroPop song I can‘t rememberwas playing in the background,We both sucked at dancing,but we danced together anyway.Our lips met as the …
Tomorrow, I’ll write you poetry, About a woman whose company I long for Tomorrow, I’ll write you poetry, About a woman I noticed long before. She’s as wise as he is smart, With a mind sharp not plain, Indeed, I would be lying from the start if I said her beauty put not Aphrodite to …
Your lips are candies,Succulent and sweet,Your soul has radianceand I‘m loving the heat,Your bosom is a flower —none too discreet,Your ass is pudding —A snack I very much want to eat,And though I meet many womenin every other street,Not one of them is the woman I wanna meat,So come to me, come under the sheet,Come …
In shadows cast by the waning moon,A symphony of sorrow begins to croon.Beneath the weight of a heavy heart,A tapestry of pain, a tragic art. Silent screams echo in the night,A soul entangled in a web so tight.Whispers of anguish, a mournful song,In the heart’s abyss, where shadows throng. A palette of gray paints the …
“Pack your yellow blouseAnd meet me at the lighthouseMy love.I’ve received word from my uncleJohn one who gave me that buckleMy dove.He just came from FinlandAnd invites us to auld England,Together with cups from LithuaniaHe sent us tickets aboard the Lusitania.” Aboard the U-20,Captain Walther Schwieger waits patiently“Sir, we must fulfill our mission;We have plotted …
Hey, how’s it going? It’s been a minuteSorry I took a while to answer your last letter. So much’s been going on and I never really settled before this moment. They started the train service again. I’m looking at it right now, actually, as it treks across the meadow.It’s raining. Raindrops are racing across the …
Standing by waters still as these A duck quacks and the cool breeze Gently grazes ‘cross my face As sunset rays grace the place, A burden once oft heavy, now with shoulders light, A feel of relief and perhaps delight My heart relieved for mine and mine sake Past moments, I shall forever forsake.
