Anything you said is consequent to other declamation .
but i thought is symmetric to our own reflection .
our declaring prelude the inmost extend of our action .
with all but grim and glee of necessary life partition  .
learn how to hold your tongue or you may dull your mission .
so let our thought have weight upon any of our every eruption .
cause morrow Sophist will dart light upon all our conclusion .
and for our name's sake let the blaze glow to its fullest elevation .
here and there ; nothing but cheap hick town pluck   delusion .
phenomenon to blame and frail wont reach at any situation .
side-long-way , matter of rear pie but notwithstanding altercation .
the sage nut is not the one that proffers at all event ; citations .
but measure with all time honored a thought irreversible as motion .

king Cophetua and Beggar Maid is inspired of the painting of Sir Edward Burne-Jones (1884 , England ) the painting run about an old legend of king that found that his love for Beggar Maid was greater than anything his possess : wealth and power . In that painting of Burne-Jones , the king Cophetua was moon stroke of the beauty of a Beggar Maid ,instead of her naked appearance in regard to this earthing consideration  , though he was allured by her state and deemed the Beggar Maid  would trade her natural beauty upon worldly elevation .But anemones was thrown about around the Beggar Maid standing . Anemone is the sign of refused love , to the king most astonishment and great deceit .Here lain the elevation of love above all thing consideration ; wealth , power and others .the painting also ran another significant meaning to Sir Edward Burne-Jones : its an undercurrent self resentments about chaos upon Frances Graham , a lady he was so devoted that got married one year earlier the painting .


What beauty , did behold a lady .
for what a fame completely shadowy.
lo, in dim recess of England a lady did dwell .
from head to toe a feature exquisitely so well .
her face is the panorama of crimson hue .
with dimple and frown so divinely imbue .
she is effigy of the culmination of word beauty .
peeping her through day long ; you will never feel thirsty.
all her face is settled in heavenly attire of smile .
for her possession of beauty is unique worldly simile .
her body had the mark of excellent work of art .
no nymph , no fairy could possess her frame impart .
princess of heaven ,celestial beauty of holy attire .
for your rendition of beauty a painter worship at your retire .
a smile ; radiant and blatant a devotion of all thing heavenly .
a couple of lips very in regular design , most delicate  work of father holy.
the short up turn of the upper golden lip in rosy glow .
with lower lip so justly fitted as lid and bowl .
nay it deemed the most work of legendary painter hand .
but now what a glorious gait of cadence did withstand .
where in remotest antique could we withheld such beauty ?
from head to toe all the feature luridly in unity .
little upwards the average height with magnificent bearing .
her arms and legs proportionally fitted in good caring .
the neck is culmination of adjusted rings darting as snake .
when she depart all her part spring like a dance at music .
slim and fitted with fitting body as a young mutated snake .
but i warrant all thing upon her hip jingling spring like .
her look naked you and everything with impure world .
well begrounded as reflex through giant mirror .
meeting with her personality is a kind of celestial discovery.
like discovery of a gold pit or gas gush in desert of misery .
she betoken of kind of aura that prevails peace .
but Beggar she was at her secluded place .
with a smile she attracts but beg worldly sympathy .
not a corrupted heart or soul she believe in the holy trinity .
what a beauty to wasted but in shameful mendicancy .
the sagacious spirited dimly alluded with grin .
for all the hole tandem dwelt but in rich lustrine .
the quantity is the mother of all pain and sin .
but chastity is holy devotion all in pure spiriting .
oh, what good for us if we just live in nothing but lust .
money, fame and other elevations are vile and endless lost .
pure beauty you behold with pure noble spirit .
rich or poor do only one thing :run away from ignominy .
the Beggar Maid was sitting upon her recess and shadowy .
lo, trodden king Cophetua back of horse of finely white garb .
and riding sat majestically ***** like state pole in richly parade.
perfume and the richness of articulation stole through and filled the momentum .
with guards and valet finely polite and alerted at the extremum .
what a cadence ! what a sight ! as heaven trotting herd .
but lulled in mostly attire and paraded mostly in gold .
with a look the purest radiant and the noblest ever been .
nothing but a grandeur and riches were what to be seen .
settled on horse so holy that was moved as not touching the soil .
king Cophetua trotted and commanded but with moderate majestic control .
beheld with the Beggar Maid that beauty was a heavenly allure .
halt he made and laid his feet on ground with real frantic gesture .
in obsequious and excess real gesture drove to his knees .
and held altogether ***** airy and up tall .
upon the King procession on his knees the Maid took on in respect.
with stature all slanted flat across the ground all beaming in light .
what grandeur or glory fitted before the Maid most alluring ?
nay,fame ,riches ,noble , power ,cunning nor learning .
all but are subjected and tamed ,transformed into nothing.
king Cophetua is a glory ,but pure beauty is holy not a thing stand pure beauty.
for the worship of our splendor is the betoken kind spiritually .
the Beggar Maid is a right down deprived and seemed a cursed sin .
but pure beauty beholds with pure resplendent holy garden .
what life led you through ?behold there is no wealth down here more your soul .
and you are diving in filthy abode and lamenting your spirit in foul .
nay, beauty keep out of lust and covetousness and preserve your spirit .
cause none ,but only you will stand when is the last verdict .

the maid garbed in silken attire float so soft and dainty .
king Cophetua in his mighty clad covered with gold is holy .
i seen you are a beauty , entreated he in lowest musical resonant voice .
and i deemed make you you the praise of my ever unique choice .
yet before God and before mortal i would worship you as holy throne .
the Maid as voice as lute and lyre sang but in sweet musical tune .
my King im as much obliged though unworthy servant of your kingdom .
all the honor is for me ,and upon my foil state is for me a bloom .
my honor is regardless said he ,i fain treat you as an equal .
now deign tell me what can i do to you cause i feel towards you loyal .
glory be to Lord !for you philanthropic reverence my Lord .
for i need nothing more but, 'give me today my daily bread '.
appalled but aghast upon the Maid humble and unequivocal demand .
he stretched ***** in mournful and sad air of command .
and took quite survey of the Maid that is nothing but pretty creature .
for his wildness dreams he never seen such purity upon his pasture .
yet abashed with the Maid demand ,a lesson of life of great enormity .
something somehow weird and unusual stroke him about the Maid personality.
but he restated once more i feel hearty and  kind towards you then .
you might tell me that you need in life now and then .
and sat ***** fancying himself of new pleasant answer .
oh King retorted the latter i had formulated my need .
for faith under and heaven above i have no greed .
nettled he settled his curled hair back thrown .
and so should it be as you but did deem .
and nothing but here receive a dime .

Lets sail way hence .
about tempest gale , away from all glance .
for you are my Kaye and i your Blessing .
lets go by air or ocean.
and the sweep of our love will protect and govern.
come Kaye where there's no evil but cheer blessing.
            lets move where fire doesnt hurt .
a place there is none to see but Kaye and Blessing's heart.
an empty land that belongs to two Blessing and Griser
            lets move to place of no suffering .
a region where moon and stars do not set their racing .
that is a place where only love is the ever early riser .
lets join into eternity kiss .
arm in arm its Kaye and Blessing stepping into bliss .
where sun will not dull our beauty but keep us afresh .
        Kaye hears the tune of Blessing .
the only that loves you more as your sweetest dreaming.
reach me over my flowery bed and lets unit into one flesh.

I can be anything except such a humbug .but the likeness of life made me the nut im .in fact i cant help vanishing and mumming such as clam or sap headed or something .when i come to look at  the ***** of it ,im up with terms: SOCIODREAMOLOGY and DREAMECONOMY .two words that i laid mine that it impart me ,as my quality of poor Socioanalist to jabber about, a deep perusal i meant.Sociodreamology:our actual trend of life and pregnanted, or our cast of mind or our virtue in fact constitute in sort;  the "common heritage" of all of us or our "common-social ".now we hang up to this 'common-social' up the whip of new "social-consciousness" drops along and shows in a new trend of thing.such a trend are the fact of some genius well bestowed gifted thoughtful minds .that from their dream conscious; anyway, in practice :teach or indulge us by act of behaving or writing or speaking {lecturing or social communication stereotype }the venue of new trend or tide ...altogether it heaves around by logic tact new world that bans down the old fastidious one we were up till then : philosopher,a novelist ,poet ,painter,journalist ,editorialist, nonfiction writer ,fiction writer,hack writer, song writer,script writer,movie,actor,fashion designer,cartoonist,lecturer,...and or sometimes pastor ;hold the searching log-fire of the social consciousness-awakening ;the real deepest buried aspiration of human-being.all human being or maybe some only have in our deep ***** what can shape the concrete meaning of our glory.but nevertheless the glory that lays in gloom ,faltered by our unawake .so the SOCIODREAMOLOGUE or people may lecture ,behave ,or write about new things ;but the element cast constitutes the sleeping vision that lays dangle down our unawake .but them are social awaker.whereas such new fact hit upon the seizure of humanity soon as uttered forwards ,hereto unknown .like and an ability of whirlwind dispatch we grab it frenziedly at its size and tame it as mellow as we were on know of it for life long .the sociodreamlogue seems discharge of of his duty then and will be up for the more of it .they are what makes our system of things grow more reasonably and more factual .nothing more except that is within our grasp escape their conduct. they give command the nature-culture ...for more that can not have the revelatory bowl  of savant .all things drive in but they are the lengthening shadow of only some thoughtful minds .more significantly as the perceive deemed to ****** ,some sociodreamlogues cast of mind is quite far beyond the grasp of understanding of most of their fellow citizens ,sometimes more than thousand years are  needed to catch with their mind .sinister fact ;some of them were grieved by some maso-sadonist or maniac in the fresh triumph of their oeuvre .some so may paddle in phantasm or ridicules ...it cant be anyway without a precedent of conflict of nerve ;the somehow game of casting a well intent erroneous appreciation on one other art .but if you are sociodreamlogue make sure your dream no alter our life such into doomed commitment, although drive us into green expenditure ......catch up with me for the second term:DREAMECONOMY

No, do  dread my glance ,im Helen.
im the purest creature of rage ****.
a lapse glance alas , a doom .
a dream of Luth's sealed gloom.
sinister glare of Gomorrah bright.
soured sight of sere flower blight.
im venomous kiss of sweetest lips.
deadliest breath of daughter of Rappicini.
come fair son of light and beauty.
date me  with naive lurking desire.
receive my poisonous breath satire .
i will sail thee near a pestilent fountain.
im the sinister Titania and Bottom and more i contain.
behold you not  with my innocent beauty .
perverse is my nature intend but my name holy.
dost cross the path to purity on mount Sinai.
cause i shall rule and Helen the offspring of my ****.
is lure untamed fiend,feed her she behold with leech.
no, one of my breath is a blast to thy life to leash.
my glare is illuminated like azure Vegas.
my nectar Pompeii larva of past .
my beauty is heaven flame it charms .
come; rich, beauty ,savant and fame.
for thou dost not behold with immortal Ichor.
sip deep my breath.
and meddle you with my luring glare.
im Titania i hang over my head a dagger.
upon which thy blood stream to the Bottom.
thou thinkest to entwine me ?
no,lo King Cophetua and the beggar maid.
and my judgement hell fire .
Thebes is in rout but Capaneus bid dust.
what dost thou want ,thou Sophist ?
no the sojourn of thee is Zeus Kirma.
beset for worst as the writ Apocrypha.
come thee savant ,come thee poet.
bekneel before the sacred attire .
heaven bow before the holy Dionysus.
for we beset you with  frenzy ,ecstasy, and drama.
all behold the same destiny.
but elixir yonder in Kimmerian trinity.
try not you for eternal bloom .
cause error at Achille right heel.
but Maqueros, Lazarus , and Leviticus.
all will queenly glance at our Caduceus.
behold you not my beauty.
but behold you with our Pow wow.
behold you ! say Amen RA.

Oh pit of love !
pit of love never dries up .
oh pit of love -LIZZY , im pit of love.
pit of love never dries up .
LIZZY thee are my heart .
LIZZY, thee are my strength .
LIZZY ,thee are my everything .
pit of love never dries up .
LIZZY , im pit of love sets .
beside a mighty stream .
and my water is ever clear and pure .
my care is like blue grass tree .
that deeps its root into mighty stream .
my care is always tender .
im pit of love LIZZY .
pit of love never dries up .
oh my jolly Swallow, LIZZY .
my dulcet princess ,LIZZY .
my lily rose ,LIZZY .
without thee there is no life for me .
and my love for thee is firmament of glory .
but if its a hell .
i just wish you know that i love you dearly .
for how long my heart can stand ?
oh pit of love .
pit of love never dries up !!!

What is going down ,
what is moving in that hollow?
man i put my heart near, i hear baby girl all in tear .
years of scars deepening down her broken heart.
all her head is dull with dread and man worst curse.
she knows nothing now , but jump in an endless abyss.
she feels the fume of man hell poking deadly on.
what she wants though ,keep life on .
yield good mind in any new born down
so to keep the thread on and have life on.
but man know for her the best **** she should hang on.
the poor broken heart have a fool that keeps curse on .
bathing her midnight with his ***** mouth.
showing her scars to friends in public place.
cause he believes he is strong as bull at her pace .
so he tramples her and abuses her on .
but deep in night he runs to her to loose in honeymoon.
curious and incredible situation but im telling on
he knows all the colored ,red ,yellow ,white ***** on the street.
all his money is wages down the ***** and beer room.
though he has a wife that tends her crest to him as a drum.
she always knows that she was all right.
that she cans run to law to put her in her right .
but love ! that love that the heart cans feel .
and never for the reason to have a word to fill.
though she is got a baby.
that hangs upon her anywhere she moves .
she tries anything that puts food on table .
and that man never knows the price of butter.
the woman thinks it gonna be better.
now its her least expectation.
what in nation the trouble with that man?
i just guess he is a little dim stupid man .
now he is up ,he uses a piece of metal to hit the baby girl.
blood flows like river,she is now at hospital.
the policemen come up and that man is in jail.
the policeman says you: you man doesnt know that the women are queen?
if i have a girl i will bath her and put her on my back.
i will carry and feed her on lily rose bed.
i will build a fabulous throne for her .
and make a crow out diamond and give her .
i will do everything she asks me now and then .
she will be up and will be down anyway.
please baby dont cry ,let me go on my knee for you ...
so says the policeman...

Aw aw aw LIZZY .
my splendid only juicy .
what last of memory .
am i to place upon  you ,jolly  .
for words steal as season .
and our oath is but fake reason .
i hope with you the world know the truth .
cause i behold you with worship all through .
and my heart feels it holy .
to give you my sweetest story .
you are fire within me for more .
but tempest toll and a word is business with a Moor .
yet there is something i would like then you behold for proof .
come and lay down upon my bed of flower .
cause the blood stain is redeemed any ever .
behold ,your life needs but my soul .
for word is magic and can fool .
but the blood is real and it holds responsible .
come the blood stain is more reliable .
beauty fades away as color wore out of red .
come and lay upon my flowery bed .
and let us have the covenant of blood .
the blood stain bed will unit us and the covenant .
its the Lord last supper  , the blood is most confident .
the Holy Grail as much as the Ichor of our soul unity .
without the covenant the soul is but a vile entity .
word is spirit and the blood is soul .
the spirit is dominant in beyond abstract vale .
the soul is the physical living of our real existence .
and a lonely man or woman is a half spirit .
see we should make our life one and become full .
so come and sit upon my flowery bed .
and let us have the soul to its full and lead .
upon the bed we will sip the HOLY Grail .
the holy Ichor will strain from me and trail .
into you upon the flowery bed for covenant .
the Lord made the sacrifice across the pole with blood .
but before he beholds covenant with the twelves with his soul .
is the ever binding oath for our physical living .
for the words of his poetry entreaties with spirit .
know today that you impart with my word for spirit .
but if you will ; to partake with my earth living .
you should sip me into you so that we may be one .
come and lay naked upon my flowery bed with your heart alighted .
and i will penetrate into you with tenderness in the night .
come at midnight and close  windows  and doors .
put off the light and lay down flat and open me your door .
hold up your limbs and close tight your eyes .
cause im going to sacrifice into you at midnight .
no murmur ,no romance ,just lay stiff flat and up your limbs .
open the door of your altar lightly cause the blood ,
of sacrifice is going to gush into your hollow , pure .
the Lord needs sacrifice and woman needs sacrifice of blood .
let me sacrifice to you into that night ; at naked allure .
into that altar between  your limbs , im going to seal the covenant.
never stir , never moan cause  its the blood oath of our life .
and our living will stick to it for the remnant of our right .

Tree ,oh heavenly shade .
what a peace i delight within thy shadow.
when my heart runs heavy with hollow .
when i dread in pain and feel sad .
under thee with thy boughs and branches .
you console me in peace and great is my reaches .
upon thy up turn root i set down and dream .
and for real all my world now seems .
tree what a beauty concealed in mighty .
tree what flowered fragrance and pretty .
rises mighty from and up over the ground .
you look  heavenly decorum and ever so grand .
useful tree and serviceable natural gift .
house of holly and living worship of angel .
what a murmur of thee when i deem thee clam.
the praise of thy boughs are great charm .
where will i escape from the hellish agony .
if not a drip from thy refreshing and wholly .
with thee stand my shelter and i sink myself in peace.
what a strength from a tiny seed at its self ease .
tree is always nothing but  three .
under thee is held much parleys .
mingled with mighty chorus duly .
of splendid birds in crimson hue at peace .
tree, great purveyor of the hole universe .
endless deemed praise of grace .
tree is always nothing but three.
peace maker of all broken sweet siree.
under thee they stand two sweet hearts .
in pain and all but also in waist .
the lyrics deem hard and also practically unheeded.
they struggle for love , they lured for lead .
the love reel and nothing but discord stands .
sudden collapse in lament but consequent wreck.
the love recital seems an old rotten chorus of trumpet.
therein thy breeze whirls but in sweet pace a bet .
never an end_ never an end _ at least not under my care .
you reach forth then thy cheerful fragrance ajar .
you out fine decorum of thy rich stature .
and set forward then a song in winning pleading allure .
through the young man and lady 's heart it settle in and dwell .
both their orbs shine in communal understanding so well .
their faces lighten ,their cheek flush , their heart call .
in unison for life and forever love in peace they fall .
a hug as tight and a kiss as tender as ever feels .
and from above thy boughs rain down is sweet withered .
washed them across and drop down as married flowered.

I behold with your beauty .
thy charm is harp and lute worthy .    
from route or from ocean.
i beset with Magi sojourn.
thy glance is jasper ,beryl ,and sapphire.
thy breath is anguent .incense .myrrh.
i beset with worship to thy promised land .
Sirius,Vegas,Arturus will guide me by dream or by land.
thy love is the worship of heaven choir.
i run not for jasper; lo, Orphic with lute and lyre.
but i do run for thy heart and thy soul.
i embark for love by dream or by land.
LIZZY,your worship !is only by you my soul longs stand.
im a beggar,im a knight ,im a messiah but im only a soul .
why tarriest thou?i behold with love and fume .
lets rove on down this azure of garden of fragrance perfume.
i give my heart upon the dream of thy happiness .
cause the toss is harsh but for you my lily bed minuteness.
thou art the praised of my soul even i will face *****.
oh, tempest gale what do i know ?but my gait i will always resume.
drink Ichor, drink Elixir thou crudest rival Meanads.
i rejoice from my ***** the love peril with my ballad.
give me thy love and take from me Babilon bloom.
with fantasy ,love and ecstasy and myth all is sublime.
i carry not mother of pearl but the perfume of my breath .
love of fire i dread not even your kiss sentence me to death.
love ! i hear a numerable in as much as pain.
take the glory from me but i behold difficulty of your love sustain.
give me your heart ,fear no consequence for you my soul cant refrain.

Man is but a bank of superstitious sect .
puffed up with heavy materialistic hankering.
its lust is more ascendant important at set .
than the real harken of his objective living .
a surfeit that adds more surfeit in covetous .
and at proper meditation he desires more than needs.
insatiable and lover of sin than peace seed .
their life is castle of dread and fire of hell .
man hates what he mostly likes and all his repel .
tend your ear from diurnal up down penumbra .
the one that tells you are much lugubrious.
will turn up and reprobate you are cacophonous .
selfishness and self glorification is very obnoxious .
while puffed up with pride and such mischief  .
why wont you hanker for a firmament of reliefs.
that brings upon hatred and forces to injustice .
he who loves God should behold with peace.
but when you are peace minded you display its light .
and you contented with your resort and grudge not for other right.

Then ye appeared !you , only that my eyes contemplated .my eyes were settled upon thee,you were deep and fresh.i seen thee and i knew that my life changed a great deal.i believed in thee dearly.i have accepted the best and the worst ,and im ready for whatever ! my soul ,my spirit , the virtue within me i dedicated it to thee.i found confidence in thee . and my heart started smiling . i fear not of anything again . cause i believed that for anything that could happen me by thy side , i feel security.though anytime when the ending was approaching , i grew wild with melancholy and felt that gaps of lapse separation as an eternal torment . i could not without thee.i had the nightmares of gloomy dismal nights , indebted out from the lost of dear sweetheart that i regretted . i just wished we were melted , into one same entity  . simply i loved you . but more than a real love , baby ! and that love burning within me i would make anything possible that you know it , to its very extend . in the pew by thee it was complete grand happiness . i could only be contented and felt good . the happiest girl in the World! yes indeed by thee im ! i felt thy warmth . thy soul that was rolling in my breathing and thy eyes that turned on me . as projectors light they allured me from within  . intense happiness and eternal glory . you are the 'man' ! the supremest , well look out and needed , unique , sage , genuine and ideal . and more what gloom  me , thick and deep . yet there was not one or another that attired me to thee . but it was something rather strong than me that i did fail to perceive . that caught hold of me and dragged me , inward thee . that weakness was dominant my soul when i faced thee . as petrified and abashed , nevertheless , im electrocuted when thy hand . that hand touched me , touched the least particle of my body ; i became as found at mortuary . my common appeal is revery . but i could only smile whenever thou art awkward . cause it was in thy eyes . perhaps it was one of thy aspect : a boy so deeply engaged in the quest of lore . mostly when i tried to find out the reason of thy submission , why this life of thine toward me ? as an apocalypse , i received the hammered blow against my head . as your ambition is deep ocean plain of action and suspense , what a sacerdotal for only a boy . now it was clear that thou art the coldest monster of my nightmares , the dreadful one . but i wanted to be told . but thou , dost only speak of present . and i understood then you only accepted me for experimental purpose . somehow lurking desire to use my cast of mind and our conversations as stereotype , to be rushed down right into your mind . and jammed down among other kind mental analyst granted by thy shadowy writers . so much to add a grain of mustard seed to your sage titan anyway ! what i could not understand was the use of my parley in your alembic tube for study that was extended as generalization . when i felt love for you ! you abused me  ! dreadful mean ******* !  so i seen that your mind had no limit . so i drew myself hard nearer instead ! truly for instance i seen you just tried to make me happy . not that you felt for me properly . tried to feel the same thing with me . how you kidded me . gush, Heaven ! im the more betrayed and deceived emotionally . your heart , your life were not destined to me im horrified . you really knew that i noticed it but kept the mum . i wanted to talk about it . but always you blanketed the topic . sinisterly feigned not to understand the message out my reaction . and when i copped with the reality that you loved me by pity and intent to narrow my conscience and sap away my mind . that is why you shared partially my mirth and some of my aspirations . what a slaughtering about my heart ad my hole existence ! honey my heart how i loved you its harp and lute praise . now i said a word did you understand that word? but i reckoned that 'love' is story among diverse other tales for you and all those notions were so shallow for you . how i was deceived ! how much i yelled and stomped down and ****** myself into the thin air of agony . im simply forlorn degraded down into company of horror . how much time i dangled down the abyss of desolation . you assassinated my heart . the happiness i felt grasp within my fingers just only eclipsed . vanished for absurdity , a tottering blank , reeled down ****** dream of grand . as the days passed on , i asked myself why? what dealt thee out from having ordinary life ? none was to tell  , so i blamed cursed the one that drove thee to this destiny . i wanted to know and explain him . always you were beaming with knowledge and running only for fame and legend . you had forgot thyself ! you are living only for the world and that gloomy empire of sages and learned . foul of fantasy and frivolity . ethereal beauty ! and thee suddenly became a sinister ocean of hulks . you know the nohow . ah! a river of hot tear ripped and drowned my heart grilled ! now let say the truth : you exchanged thy soul against sage and fame . and the gods of lore had subdued thee . yet , nothing but its chain hanging down thy neck . and anytime more when i saw thee , thy face was deepening to the extreme so i now felt that  you would be back no more for me . i could understand nothing again : you were lost in mist of terror . so any while i met with thee i drew closer my head at the beating pace of thy heart so to feel how much its speed jammed on more again . when i felt the deference , i reckoned you were nearer to hell . though i packed up and left up my luggage and heeled it away far . i rushed as more speedy as a train . and on the route i took out thy photo and contemplated thy beauty and envied thy freshness and thy innocent humbled face . though beaming from inward with hell . then my heart stopped bleeding . i rummaged your visage through ! thy charm ,thy frankness and thy humor told me that it was another Jack i was  fleeing . and thou art an angel and God called thee back . and the other was a demon coming out of hell . so i wiped my tear and raced afar from thee . as i reached the other side i gave thy picture so that they painted it the way i described it , cause it had become the other of thee . that got around out of hell . and within thy face i filled it with pins . and anytime i caressed it as i used before , the stinking of the pins made me believed that thy hatred had become an incurable decease . poor Jack thy life had become obscure , what done that to thee ? poor innocent soul . couldnt thee see ? no i guessed thou art ****** cursed .thy head into books and thy soul settled on fame . tell me why ? although i was more than woman by thy side . my joy , my happiness grand ! but thee , thee wanted not . why tell me . from the deep i could not forget thee . thou art there ! living , _ obscure deep , _sun beaming , _ and also far away . _ _ _ God ; i would never be woman again ! love ,  i understood no more the meaning and i knew not how to love anymore ... . and you _ i cursed you vehemently to thy books so to assume its consequence ...

Be all and good but in ancient wood carving .
henceforth hang it if you pretend a new reviving .
oh, i know you may not laugh openly .
if its not the common alluring of society .
its marked already , you will think how they once done it .
and your dream is the firmament of dull old hulk conceit .
but you , you never whispered all time due a hint .
aught ,you will drag along the ramification of what others mint .
its not for the cause or how its dread to be dried sapling .
nay , your originality of colors its what is faintly retiring .
' Man of Men ' what story do you behold for proof ?
cynosure , but the aurora of ancient mound and Petra .
i know you will write if you have found the old dream as roof .
clockwise , no objection cause wanton will recollect the gloom era .
dont talk lest rave , of telling you Achilles slain Hector .
but never try to hint a command till you hear your facilitator  .
put your robe all over your face and let the brand shine as a secret .
hereditary , from your dream all thing will gush and no deject .
you cant be knave nor a drudge cause you put on the national crow .
and set aloud the secret rampant hag , its truly the antique best row .
oh , why , the truth ? they know it already so do confine with it .
all the commons have learned  the universal prejudice as holy lit .
comrade you drag up to Gladiator combat then tell us what we expect .
evil should it be if you dont know Grecian's myth in all aspect .
but clad yourself as symbolist or imagist with Elagabalus or raven .
though let your poetry be past Zeus carving in austere glen .
but be hell wit it if you think that you doubt about Phocion .
but be all and good , metaphysics , symbolism , are holy glorification .

It has much at it as outré .
like Hades at its grim , as at Mylae .
but if you no soon heave to its glare .
preordination will later hop you at its glare .
it hangs upon you , grabs you , binds you .
you may swerve to lore as wide as bayou .
but at Achilles' heel there will be the fell .
drink Ichor but you will surely behold spell .
oh ! futile of your endeavor , your intent to escape .
but it lays already moist ; the fact in safe grasp
out of the deepest of your dream does it dangle .
fame or beggar prithee , you keep the right angle .
as murmur from enchanted night it does sweep .
never retreat cause Morpheus' head at river did weep .
stop bold  and let the dagger pierce you thoroughly ,
your heart ; instead of running so you deem doughty .
the destiny is low as soil , destiny as sky's high .
glory is no shuck , but my destiny i behold it  nigh .
empire of lording glory , tent of cold hell .
im high up lean , but i dont hold my head to sell .
lunacy is flowing , hark up ! none dictate my route .
if i cant feel my crazy stunt my life's mark is rout .
Rodrigue as tu du ceour ?
tout autre que moi a du ceour .
oh destiny ; one for the homely chore's devotion .
other for adventuresome daring noble motion .

Oh sea, eternal sea.
sea of tempest gale .
what gloom of thee i now see?
sorrow of my lost dear hales .
what do i behold with thy gait .
tears and sinister hulk wherever i sail.
for uncountable dreads you nail .
sea tells me the memoirs of your past hails.
sea of great Normandy lost fortune .
sea of old Titanic sadness.
sinister hell for no one to tell the cruelness.
that i deem for long their lost tune .
i hear but their murmur in horrid abyss.
poor of my dream ,no more or a bliss.
sea of eternal time and awful gloom .
sea of Moses magic and Egyptian battalions hell room.
oh,what memoir do i behold of thee.
painful reminisce and arrogance  toss of thee.
sea of Fuller's glory wickedly cast out not  see.
with babe and apron washed ashore .
but where writ encamped into your deep bore .
sea;of you i behold boredom but no lore .
and Fuller i long make my dear lord .
sea of all histories :low and high and Saratoga .
sea of past glory memoir of where did Columbus go.
i hear all ,and Phoenicians past bloom .
but i fear cause your waves sweep like a broom .
oh, our town ,our farm all engulfed .
slayer is Catherine a daughter of sea .
our  green pasture , and our bed of flower ripped .
for my kindred kinsman at Haiti that i cant see.
you court me with fantasy but i behold with horror.
for i dont want my last reminisce of love .
to be linked with thee,thee coldest terror .
all parting is good in likewise all leave .
but tomb stone i will appraise at my depart eve.
oh ,never rested slaughter of of eternal  time.
at Jakarta i see you mark i red line .
your thirst can never be quenched .
in your horror all ,but is cheated .
you are the most sweet kiss .
but i behold with venomous kiss .

Those whose days were an ocean of tear.
know that nothing passes the very important life .
that God grants to you for free.
see that their nothing you can do .
without faith and acceptance of your situation .
i know that you have more than enough .
to say and you fingers are full of competence and skill .
your cast of mind can change the vision of this world .

and your courage set can save persepolis .
from the down fall of its glory .
i know you can
you are one whose days were the glory
of narrow jell cells .
and when you laugh nobody knows it
as your crying is merely your lifetime activity.
know that from today.
this living of yours will change.

this is the prayer of new men.
do God protects our enemy's life.
cause they are victim of their own ignorance .
let them live and bless them so .
anytime you have your favor ,
upon the human kind.
by the time they will realize that .
they are not the fame of bad doing .
but the children of the world .

and there is nothing we can do .
than join our hands and start .
new life of good meaning .
we shall not be enemy .
because nowhere in the universe ,
another thing was created .
we have to protect the first .
the day you will see me very in face.
and realize that im man like you .
the day you will welcome me .
the day you will shake my hand ,
regardless we will be man .

realize that tomorrow you will breath free .
and say the real content of your heart.
your soul will no longer suffer under pain,
of hatred and malnutrition from then.
tomorrow you will sing your glory .
long not the deep of your problem.
you shall be the sun of the new world.

We love but once .
when the first love reels.
the next sweetheart, its but a fruit of culture .
its enlistment hangs on civilization.
the heart therefor speaks to the fulfillment,
of our personal desirability not an agape love.
love is but pure and innocent ,mostly naive,
for what cans mean a true love .
its something but spiritual ,almost abstract for grasping.
but if you know why you love somebody .
it means your  feeling for him or her is but a lust.
is fleshly attire not a real love .
cause, that we cant tell why we love somebody.
its by this actual fact that real feeling means love...

Will you be there ?
will you be there when wind blow chiller .
when dread meddled down my narrow duller.
can my heart believe an answer when i yell from hell.
can i trust it anew even the sorrow and howl yells infamy.
tell me what to trust between your soul and your face of lily.
cause i love thee,fire love ,love of valiant cavalier from war.
i fight no for empire or fortune but a heart dreaming so afar.
i dream i cant be without thee when our mud go to soil .
as lonely man in universe ,the supremest of the sol at toil.
what life is for me, if i cant only be such an empty hulk.
no take it from me, yet, ist holy eternal azure i deem lurk.
with thy heart we should renew our past dear lust.
for thee my heart music deserves for, and my only must.
hate me earth and take evil form me; i run my soul in bloom.
my heart delight for love i have by, without thy dread boom.
come my honey no fear ,things are real elsewhere a real boon.
place of light ,eternal gee, let go no evil come amiss this nook.

Even though, when the heaven split .
i will bear it upon my crest.
when the oceans overflown ;
i will swill them .
when the earth immobilize still .
i will roll it upon my finger tips.
such a challenge the dripping from thy holy lips.
that lets my orbs flow an ocean of blood.
that drown Noah ancient lost land .
but that cant find path down thy heart.
i cant only count days of agony of hurt .
days of actroce tearing and sad despair .
the idleness that is dragging me for fear of no repair.
the adventure that is hooking me for far recess.
are nothing but the mourning to thy soul no access .
if i can only see the paradise of thy eyes.
if the sentence total is my life without thee.
my deafening screams of rage .
will break all the tympanal of heaven and earth .
and the world will fray to death.
sublime creature ,flame of hell.
celestial and paradisiacal homage is you.
what a remorse !cause my weakness deep as bayou.
and the disdain of my cabal cause me to yell.
oh,for much sol to burn.
to sere my ocean of tears
if only you can now turn .
and move with me on this fume stairs .
and fly and shine like arcturus.

Tell me the memoirs of those who never brand, the odd to the incredulity .
and i will show ye the route that lays up to thy phantasm.
the light will blow deep depression, when thy live ring the barn of unlimitedness. but never utter a groan about .cause nothing is important: the victory,the aurora of the bloom fray, nothing more comparable.
so you may delay.know, there is star for thy yelling haplessly .
heaven may call ye a sticker but thy fellow may though go rough on the mindedness and almost antagonist along side .
brand the fire of the action in the fury of its unbelievable limitless.
hope deep cause heaven got crossed light.ye may though stepped
into the crackled dreams and got pushed underneath .
yet its the history of your likeness always tagging from the bottom.
of the line .i have witness :im the guardian of your tradition and wont.
that yell inner from your nightmare .i no recede cause the apes are far back from me , go and tell em :heaven gets a doors....

Sometimes you feel as no living in your real life .
that is true you have this sensation, like the other side.
you know the throng always want you to use the same knife.
no chance for you as you decide your own ride .
but down here sometimes alone, we feel that illusion.
that is why im saying this my prayer for my next vision.
cause i want send out my life anything i see ill thing.
oh,God this is my prayer for my next being .
remember God you take good note and keep right.
then im begging for all fulfillment so that my next life could be upright.
dear God i long time missed my path maybe engaged in bad way.
even though im fighting for my best story up anyway.
that makes me perhaps being for the world its bad seed.
as i have to encounter without any analyze all thing i see.

i remembered in my youngest ,girls invited me to step in real life .
cause i always see anything down here as real bluff.
so i decide to keep my life always straight up .
cause i wanna find out what God put down my deep.
so one day small boy i decide my own creed.
how can i now hold up my life as i drink not the cup.
since my juvenile was filled up with what we call the world shame.
cause i receive trouble so much in my home .
so i went to avoid trouble as i went out.
yet i faced the word criticism and hatred.
henceforth no day passes without blaming and watered .
so i dont want you suffer in your life because me .
though you never seen my past life that makes blame me.
i want to make our life as describe by the all mighty .
nobody lives of love, so i will wait the best time for our unity.

much has gone, but im feeling this word so far.
but you keep me in your mind as the most horrible mortar.
so im sure no chance for me to get my heart touch your life.
as im succeeding my life that is maybe conceived in so much rife.
God this is my prayer for my next life .
prayer, you keep for me anything at right side .
i want to life simple my life have family and contend what i have.
i want to please world draw myself good so to say have a good behave.
i want to have a girl and kids which run to me and and call me father.
have good time ,play always and have same vision altogether.
heaven this is my prayer what i need now maybe.
though world is illusion, i just want what i should be .
so dear God please dont judge me if my mind isnt in purity .
cause i believe you and accept without any heart pain feeling my destiny.


this is the prayer not the one we say in church.
deep from our mind that remembers our missed research.
the prayer we say when we out from the world.
deeply in our mind and without a word .

Its  friday , just two or three hours ,
before sun down about my harbor .
just that very moment of the hour .
and breeze whirls so sweet .
from the trees and all but through the street.
and the breeze whirling light chilled .
so i remember with my dear cherished .
l feel my heart empty and vile .
so i need my sweetheart smile .
its friday just about two or three  hours .
before dusk envelops my lonely domain
and a fresh breeze steals through the plain
then moistens my bones slightly to marrow .
and my heart feels lonesome and narrow .
so i need the sweet eyes of my gazelle .
just that hour i want unit with my bell .
friday just about two or three hours .
before the penumbra shades the light .
its just then the splendid hour .
to have your beloved girl at sight .
friday just two or three hours .
before sun down on my harbor .
its the real moment of grandeur .
to share nothing but love with tenderness .
very moment to lay in each other arm and caress .
but if heaven permits we will meet again.
with love under drought or under rain .

To be a poet ?
have the stunt enough and a grit .
to sail in asylum in flora .
to wander through the wilderness of fauna.
run about the hot desert emptiness .
with only one arm: scrap and stylus , but be penniless .
why not be superstitious enough and see ghost .
in every old castle about London and fill Poe 's spirit .
why not be atheist enough as Herman and believe .
that a man is an angel haunted eternally  at any live .
by a dreadful monsters but pity out of our control .
oh yes , you should be a poet ; and near the  bell and toll.
and the toads' chorus in puddle will sound to you .
as Orpheus ballad with harp and lute .
but you can really live and create life anew .
be a poet ;when the breeze comes you will understand .
its sad moaning or its cheerful chorus as you stand .
the ocean waves will sweep over your soul .
and tell you their sweetest glory or their foul .
be a poet ;you will see that life is but a beauty .
you will sing the pleasant melody of the wind through,
the branches and leaves and feel everything holy .
a glimpse at a Colosseum will reveal you their past folly.
Pompeii 's larva , Trojan's war , gladiator Achilles' heel...
all will defile in lure and you will be a sage inquisitor .

If you no know what you are in this world for .
realize that  , any living thing is worth living fort .
so much you care for yourself and guess the other fate .
and it wills make you cop with what the others contact .
nobody can be its own lengthening shadow storied .
because George's knowledge is your mind studied .
all are the lengthening  shadow of the past .
good or bad you know , our will cant fast .
but the reality wants that the thread of generation .
be straightened up right  ; as a worldly devotion .
'become'  what the latent ability in you deserved for .
yet all the world realm converge in therefor .
the thread of the story , should be kept unbroken .
even beside the reality that differently we spoken .
our will for the good is likewise what long ,
in the past , the coral of our forefather has as a song .
we must individually carry it out with dear scrutiny .
so to train ourselves well ; that makes our know on unity .
dont forget that you are different than our forefather .
and show it by your mind light to the other .
so the the new generation to be see,
those talents ; his dead cans be like an ocean of sea .

Lets feel it once more .
even there is hope no more .
lets feel love as two sweethearts ,
meeting upon the hit of avalanche and hurt.
when our past and future were washed away .
when our life become dread and our life sway.
lets forget about that tragedy .
the sinister reminisce of our future misery .
when our hope and everything is now gone .
when we meet with nothing but alone .
when our dream is now nightmare .
now the sea carried our hope in murmur .
lonely rock in lonely place tossed about by the sea.
as drowned heart in deep sea where no one can see.
as lonely knight walking along sere leaves path.
with no one to tell the content of his mouth.
his people were all gone; to rise no more.
the enemy washed his empire; with desolation furthermore.
none is there to witness again our love our care.
cause the sea was the disastrous care.
there is no face you can see.
there is no voice or laugh you can hear.
you only ask the sea .
she only gets the answer.
she knows more better.
but i know she will nothing .
but i can one thing .
lets start it again even our hope was flashed away.
even our heart bleed sorrow and lay astray.
be sure of one thing: we will make it again more better.
my care for you will be forever.
even the dread avalanche was to carry it once again away.
lets start it again in this new way .
tomorrow is uncertain cause the tossing is along.
and there is nothing about the place we belong .
but lets feel love, even we know that our memory upon is dull.
take my hand and move to the world again even its lull.
our town is washed away lets build it again.
so lets be in your heart a good bargain.

Love i wish i can see  you .
love my only one love .
if i can see you .
as you leave .
your spirit is whirling .
through trees and leaves .
your soul is fluttering ,
about river and sea surface .
l know it ,when i open the door in morning .
the light blow that sweeps my feature .
and runs through my mind and heart .
is the dulcet melody of your greeting voice .
that wind 's  sweep about tree and undergrowth .
is the murmur of your parole to me .
you meant  you missed me  .
i so missed you and dearly .
as you gone your place is left empty .
upon my heart and is deepening sore .
but for our meeting that cant be encore .
i think i should tend my ear and hear .
your murmur through the grass at my front or rear .
i can hear you washing ashore and rush in a sorrow .
for the sea that hold your soul prisoner .
and the wind that pent your spirit forever .
i cant anything against them but only weep .
i can only  weep - weep a blood .
where are you now ,oh my memory for you .
till i touch my sepulcher - my heart will always bleed .
for your dulcet voice that sings through tree .
and your soul swimming about deep abyss .
l understand ,yes i understand ; you no more .
deep in the night when the sea moans .
and the sweeping breeze when i open my window in the morning .
remember me your hoof thud .
about the the carpet ,in  the living  room  all through .
the light blowing upon my face .
you want to talk to me , l know .
through the tree and along the river surface .
are the sign of your living .
i know that you still be here but afar .
i know that you never gone .
l know that the dead still living .
the dead are not dead .
their soul is inside the water that flows .
their soul is inside the sea that washes ashore and moans .
their spirit is in the stealing wind that swishes along sorrowfully .
in tree and bushes .
love i wish i can see you .
love my only beloved one .
but the breeze swishes about so sweet .
and o believe you say you are near .

War , war ,war !
what victims staring high that you dull!
hand and arm bind apart .
having their red liquid only for drink.
with horrid flowing hole to witness ,
the arrogance of your hellish decorum .

Oh blood ,blood ,blood !
precious blood of innocent victims .
ever behead  beknelt .
what memory have thee of the barbarism of iron?
thy torrid smile but  felt not by thy heart.
reminds us with thy paled face forever .
what question dost thou deem ask thy Creator ?
lamented innocent with torpid vandalized bowel.
so eclipsed thy foot path ever .
that cant only rove in deep horrid river of blood .
with the consternation crisped broken heart.
men cant only rage upon the calvary .
remember thee of that gilt head but perverse now, red of dolor,
hanged upon golden sword with dark teeth of disdain.
oh, yes he was ,brother shining with sage and grit .
reves that can now caress and thank the fatality .
dear brethren  dulled for ever .

Thy dream !
i hope you strive to its realm .
for it will be a sad emblem ,
at the last night your own sight to blame .
though the grit and gut abide you than mum .
if the Psyche drives thought but you cant confirm .
cause the tide most governs your palm .
but its your choice to comply and raise dim .
to swerve the Sophist story as unlike grime .
it can be a fancy yet upon your nature ist a crime .
to dream with the crow and have sight cast ; slim .
for my dream i behold and its my nature holy affirm .
there is cleft , Draco , Petra , but i care not then for grim .
my soul fain for the noble art of my life's humble theme .
im a dreamer , high spirited but i want one thing my life's claim.
oh ! i never dream twice but to live the token of my time .
if a name should last ; Columbus ,Malcolm ,
have only prithee their own life rhythm .
as for lore past , and drags in as in its prime .
the memory of their graves is ever for reclaim .
i hope you strive to its realm ,
thy dream !

take the hole world out of me and give me your unity .
cause its the only **** i get now for reality .
my love and my dear siree .never think but one thing; assiduity .
cause i can worship you for eternity

War, war , war !
war injustice for justice .
what justice within your scout race .
you behold ,but ethereal sigh of justice .
whereas ,thy fingers that grasp iron.
to hit cant glide as Pompeii larva.
your fostering heart imbued of victim ban.
innocent progeny with bashful face and hashed bowel .
hunger stoke fellows though giant as Sirius ,hail hell.
irony of justice that cant bid patience.
drip more blood ,cause phantasm rule the race.
hate me for justice cause im an awkward moor.
dark sadist heart you can only dance with swords.
avenging maniac ,such is the end of your resort.
much more blood cause Helen is for Trojan war.
then hot tears for remnant to clean you blood shed.
we can only count more sepulchres to quench our taste of liberty.
our crisped and stupor face dread your preaching .
our hope deepen down for long ,in nights of lamentation.
is the prayer to stop your ****** justice ,such a modest redemption .

A miles of written words of love ,
cant replace the warmth of halves ,
your finger tips , that remember me your heart .
if you are coming home today or day other ,
please dont bring me any gift come as beggar .
i want you to tell me love without thing with to help you .
i will not substitute my love with a gift view .
let nothing be between our love no earthing consideration .
dont also come in your dearer costume of fine glorification .
but come in simple attire or naked as tree's bark .
and let see if your heart can hold on the same love spark .
dont tell me about your work or about your dream .
dont tell me about your family or the place you come from.
just imagine us as an lonely woman and man in an empty retirement .
or think we are snail or sea gull that is got love appointment .
tell me about love and let your heart be in its content .
but dont try to divert my attention by any external agent .
im no flower , im no star into sky nor any precious object .
so you may be welcome by telling me how you perceive me .
not how a flower is like my beauty or stars or an apple .
cause i want you to tell me your heart not to compare me .
dont try to hide yourself about anything , show yourself able .
i will rather love you if you simply tell me your feeling .
dont need to  make me a princess , but your love and nothing .
nothing cant make me happy if not your heart sincerity .
i will fain you lay by me without self conscience or tell a story .

Image just a place where there is nothing else .only you and me .
Image a place in your heart where there is nothing but  love for me .
Imagine a bed covered with lily flowers where we sit showing to each other The content of our heart .purging away the illusion of this world forever. Honey just figure it.
And our life will more lit .

No claim for phantasm deemed in in the ***** extreme.
the realness of the glory through the alluring dream.
here and there the sickness of naked eyes .
long failed on the dread of mind of many lies
the bountiful through the remaining puddle so *****.
that brings forth the sentimental parade of thirsty.
nowhere, lonesome shuddering cause the mind is deep.
no more acquiesced freely very soon, more flips.
when the blow so cold on emptied road, the harvest is so gold.
dear dainty claim of the delighted face of scold.
men in move forwarding the muses so full of illusion.
compensated so far with blinded torrid seclusion .
how many nights of dread, and how we but see not ?
if" the thought is the true" the reason is  so besot!

The light came across the sky .
and i seen a vision, an ecstasy  .
a myriad  of stars and i hear your voice .
you are my star .
i feel so good .
im alive for life .
lets live our life now .....

IN DREAM I LAY .

I just wish to heaven to grant me one dream .
even though all about me is but lean .
i want to be with you when all thing past away .
dream for you as much as my heart sway .
tangled in disaster but hobbled with one harkening .
live your dream even my procession seems no meaning .
dream of kings upon heaven of glorious story .
but i have no courage , i have no power ,hope you be laudatory.
dreams ,so many swept and washed over my face with a mark.
the bloom and gloom , and all but with you i wish one remark.
i hope you be the witness of my bleeding heart that will see sun ,
through your smile .
maybe you cant be mine ,grandeur aloft when my throne is vile
but if you once dreamed of love , im beggar fighting against the
the door of nightmare .
it means nothing when i pain , when i bleed but all bad i mar .
im beggar at your door but for Sapphira or gold i refrain .
only , with the dream of your heart i do sustain.
i just wish to be in your arms when all thing past in dream .
slumber with you though we are hasten with disaster and lame
even if your tongue is the most venomous kiss .
let me sip it till and lay in forever dream abyss .
i know kings , servants , fame , savants , beggars thither reside.
but i fain be there , cause in love i perish and in its dream i ride .
oh what a dream to feel love with you .
and praise to lay in forever dream in your arms to see anew .

'love' ; its world that methinks reinvented a new for us.
a new life that is right awaiting us , with smile nature and reality.
what are you going to do now my honey ? nothing but consider my heart music for you . the best ever been , only for you and everlasting.
your name is what I pronounce all the hole day and night ,
my mind is deepened in you . my love for you have no rest
is like a sea waves , always on move .
less you turn your attention to it , the more it heaves to you .
lets drive by the environment where there is no harm ,
where all your wounds about this ****** world have no force of existence . i think i love you more than any living can and cheerfully care about your happiness than you may think .
if there is no place for love , unless the world must be mistaking .
cause im bounded to it . and let the world give me a chance to restart that game of eternal cursing that sent Adam and Eve astray .
i dont care what the world think but i reckon just one thing , i love you .
so when you no remember about all the hole ****** things  , reminisce one : forever is my love for you....only you..this is mesmerize

I suppose i must remember what you say.
" in my hear you deem your really feeling stay ".
thy words if i must gobble them all but once .
cast off any presumption of lie and not bad trace .
but for my heart i sail on moon for life .
i just wish you swear not but believe with true light .
that thy heart jumps for love but not a physically lust .
cause for love may cool off ;what if your heart cant  last .
as fire it needs new combustible to keep stirring up .
tell me what else if thy heart comes to complete stand still.
promise me what you will hang on then not reel .
can you be there when there is no more fire of charm and hope ?
when the spark you have got in the first no more heaps .
can you still keeping me up even when love is only ,
on thy tongue and no rouses from in you and hearty ?
my coquettish ,my ebbing and my frivolity wont wound you sore ?
will you still love me even if i frolic and act as a stupid **** mean ?
are there any place in thy heart out of any hearty consideration for me ?
when my charm is a past glory and my beauty fade away ?
can you keep that word relentlessly between your lips ?
even if i cant trust it any more but really know that thy heart sways.
tell me what you will hang on and keep it what you sip .
deep from your eyes i can read it all : abandon and  deceit .
For you men love not but covet and have a lust .
when we love thee and make thee our dear lord .
and from our deep we lay before thee our great heart bond .
yet you are nothing but our very heart eternal rust .
the desire and love are not same things yet ,
beguilingly one same bounding  is identified for the both set .
and we recognize that women are fooled by thy beguiling .
we are hurt and disgraced by the meanness of thy doing .
but what can we learn or do we know ;we only hope you are true .
oh sardonic man  awkward set of our dreadful nightmare .
if its thy fate i hope my heart jellies and mars .
i will wait for good changes only to breath the worst .
you hope fool me with money or fame or beauty or good talk.
but i hope you come that we may join our heart for life .
my heart 's feeling is regardless only needs true love not a rife .
tell me only you are a man cause all is but a awful hulk .
i know thy mind is trained to lie and thy love is fake .
thy promises is only a poem writing upon the sea edge on sand .
you can be only a coward cause you never mean thy word .
and only physical attire and lust stir your world .
oh man you are only a bank of stupid dreadful  bunk head .
cursed he who promised a woman and despoil her ,
but later takes a stupid edge and run over his words and leaves her .

you know ,truly ,life for some of us ,should be understood just as a tale . the one you will just listen on air waves as sophisticated or something .
i think i get myself so mixed up with poetry and writing in general.
that i think let me to know much how to talk about love and the others . rather than to talk about my one feeling in proper way ,if not a flight . maybe im so shallow or naive in other ways, less audacious to forward a feeling .but i dont wanna disturb you .
good wind around you and be well with its goodness always,
and im also bold like flame of having you as friend .
i think i should now start a change of mind about you .
cause now i can see that all my will power comes.
and my heart swelled with energy and strength but only,
to tell you; you are only one i see since and now .....forever.

When anything passed to be nothing .
love alone can be thought something .
no other thing exists .
but only love exists.
tomorrow is no today .
and the last day cant also be today.
everyday is one  day .
and one day is everyday .
surely time does not not matter .
cause anything cans matter .
what if its not the last hour ?
but settled on the next hour .
and it does not mean a thing .
where it drags from, a something .
here and there all is the same will.
the vagueness is evident but love will .
it cans be a word it cans a look cast .
but regardless to its really last .
it bids fare well and draws in a smile .
its a holy breath and its a really a new life .
love is sweet but time is ephemera .
love is the world and the distance is no chimera .
love is everlasting but the beauty fades away .
no harken for lover but let the love itself carries  away.
time does not  exists.
cause it does not mean a thing how you wait .
space does not exists .
cause it means nothing where it exhibits .
but it means a thing .
when you find it at lasting .

I promise i will sacrifice all my life .
so that God may encore me your vision rife .
i will renounce at all thing and glare lastly true.
so that i may embark with you all life through .
and those dream sweet breezes that murmur love !
those times since past and nothing but your vision is above .
my nights are empty and damp as rime about cleft .
but days at wake, i feel like from this dream something left.
i have never stopped to remember the Lyre of your voice .
and for only true at hand as heaven above your are my choice .
you might not have allured me into that passionate of dream !
you might not have sailed me about love into that stream .
for long days elapsed since and i think you tricked me as perpetrator .
and, it was over since but your image keeps in my mind as rotor .