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NuurSeraph Sep 2014
I am captivated by a thought of old
Yeller in the streets of Madagascar.
Shot me dead indeed for standing up
to digs of my deeds done wrong.

But what of his Sister, and did he miss her
for fiesta on Friday last~Until a droopy~eyed mistress crooned a ****~a~doodle~doo straight against the face of death.

They loved Prima, come subtle still life into the night.  Brought Passion'd brink of tears, thrown forlorn wisping shutter to my skin and I am Thought.. thinking I migh'nt be lost to soon to this moment mi'amour.

Charging hunted into the streets, taken by day or by night. Overrated artform of statuesque mystique, compendium of gods have struck me mortal and I am Death...dying unto pleasures infinitum.

Quell into question the material mourning, noon and night. Antidote to antithesis is Imagination...imagining everything in nothingness all at once...banging out existence, through the vacuum...all the way to Madagascar.

Take my place, take my bullet for me on the other end of old Yeller and I will take your end on the other side... of You ...being Me.
Let thoughts meander from rich words in the background
NuurSeraph Sep 2014
Pretty, pretty Ponderosa
~butterfly dreaming
pretty much like a Lion
indoors sleeping
Pretty, says pretty girl,
Whatever do you mean?
Pretty women much prefer
Exquisite Angel Queen

Pretty cool, pretty soon
Autumn comes a'rollin'
Pretty much like fresh of breath
first thing in th'mornin

Pretty Sun, first of light
after hot and heavy night
Lush of Love, howling Moon
Rush of touch in my room
Precious one, Yes You,~my One
Please let me love you more
than pretty much any other
ever has before

Pretty, pretty Ponderosa
Will never let this end
...but tell me baby, tell me
*Will I ever love again?
In honor of an overly used word
"Pretty"
:-) Enjoy
NuurSeraph Sep 2014
I have a hard time
living life
until I've lived it.
Then nostalgia
kicks my head in,
takes a bite
~reminds me that
the memories hurt
just as good as
the real thing.
There are parts of my life that hold such sweet memories, but I don't often reminisce because the pain in my heart messes with my head
  Aug 2014 NuurSeraph
JWolfeB
The first time I realized how to love you,

was the second I surrendered.

When I finally gave up.

And let go of loving myself.

I have constructed more reasons to hold on than I have equipment for.

So letting go will be the first thing I do.

Next,

Well I have not planned that far.

I know if I love with all of my existence, I can’t fail.
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