cannot see through
on my sides.
in my brain
it to rain.
Charlie Sheen cheers,
All my friends
dead in the head
soon I'll join them
in the red.
in my veins
helps me stay
our bodies have burnt
and several lives
as hungry as the world
two motionless stones
in a mountain river
Ioana Ieronim, from The Lens of a Flame
Let me pull you back into me arms,
Let me breath in your perfume;
I want to always remember your scent,
So I am able to last the day without you.
I know I seem so clinging,
But I simply can't live without you.
Your eye's and lips,
They have this softness that Hypnotizes me.
Your hair and skin is like silk,
I am allured by them;
Making me want to reason out and touch.
Your words they are like witchcraft,
The keep me on the edge and in a trance.
Oh my dear can't you see,
I am under your enchanting spell,
I shall always be Hypnotized by you and the way you are.
A peaceful man in a belligerent nation
Delivering messages of hope station to station
Through words of power and words of encouragement
Supplying the spiritually needy with nourishment
Don't stop, because this place needs an uprising
Creativity is dead and authority is hypnotizing
Your words of tender, mellow slur
are furls and wisps of thin, streaming clouds;
sailing on the somber oceans of the wind--
then nestling as mist
at the doors of these still lake lips of mine,
hankering to swallow and wallow the low-resting, quiet, ambrosial fog.