HEY YO! Buck this Point and Coolie-Toned Swag
Despite the Jew's Hands were you born and raised
That Point be proofed where Rage indeed a Fad
As any Male Sapling begs to be Praised
Which is fine, common, and much into Tune
That in you split-cells for a Difference
Still - shoulder-up - cool Blessings into Boon
That Loving Charm - SPEAK! Your Verse in Essense
Yet, donned and bound by this Measuring Tape
Etched in Base Values which marked your Define
Was a Seedling to Grow; Then check your nape
To relieve most Life's Agues by your consign.
Such was you then. Now Best in Fashion's wear
Speak the word SUAVE. From Innocence you tear.

Why, Herb-Filled Friend, shall I startle your Seal
On such Best Post for your Activity?
You, one so far, offered your Selfless Deal
If only Cloned admit your Destiny
That indeed Best - YOU - of your Words enflesh
Your Inner Owl which Riper Counsel take
Across me - WILD - of Rowdiness enmesh
Mirror their Image your Alliance spake
No other Discourse would Translation find
For the One closest to your Sweeter Bond
If ticketed your Admission remind
How with Silent Pills they grew you so Fond.
You deserve such Heart Pure as your bag's sling
Live that Moment's Shot; And such Smile you sing.

This Skeleton knived me a Painful Score
Yet poked my Penances cry out deny
Longing to tape those Cankered Wounds formore
In Prayer breathe out another Saint's sigh
My Founding Friends, heirs to my Salvation
One whose Resources I facelessly extract
The Other - blend Virtue - shook Obsession
Wasted my Traits from Loyalty and Tact
So then, wailing softly, my Bleeding Throat
Ask your Lord's Mercy to concile me then
As a Year and a Bone suffice your Gloat
And demote me less than those Honoured Men.
There is one Birth hence; And a Rebirth haste
To Breathe once more; And leave my Shell to paste.

There is more to that Noble Glass, my Son
More than which your given Condiments look
To comb your Grass; Handsome as it becomes
Breathes Great Sentiment for such Verse it took
And make it so, beyond your harlemed day
As Choco-Milked Skin indeed a Good Thing
Just sprinkle yourself in your own Cool Way
Then you will notice how loud be your Grin
That indeed, a Smile: An Act which quells Wars
Which many Heroes soon reward for you;
Extend your Spirit which will soak the Stars
Who'll sing for your Confidence good and true.
Not just Parents Proud, but your Friends as well
Pray for many Girls your Young Earth will sell.

This Time. Now. Where the Monuments will speak
The Prince of the North cheers the Dame on her Guild
That at last would their worth-bound Souls will keep
Fifty-Starred Trials wipe this Cankerous Field
Happy beseech, clime this Eloquent News
Her Skill with Striped Sorority will merge
Towards append - prim Victory ensue
Then their braised party for Red Cups will splurge
For now. The Board. Make focus on her Craft
Point the Latin Consulate with reprieve
Evermore. Support. Bless this penchant Draft
Pawn bets by Prayers; As what you believe.
So the Dove perches. Its beak drops a Pence
Which slots your Alarm; Then improves you hence.

Curses through the misty air of my dream,
Within my brightest thoughts, darkness in light,
If I stand here and stare I see black sheen,
Enjoy my brightest day till dark brings night,
The sun doesn't shine in a sinner's mind,
It has no right to levy heavy tax,
No lost mind can find what lay saints find,
Any gold I find must be only flax,
The music in my ears is a sobbing,
The sight in mine eyes is an aching hue,
The pain in my human skull is throbbing,
The color to escape my head is blue,
Don't leave my head here to turn inside out,
Don't leave me alone to the point I shout.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Mother dear
I hope your sweet heart will mend soon
I hope you will comfort in my words hear
When Fairies dance you'll dance under the Moon
Their pretty whispered words shall comfort you
And they will comfort you in bed tonight
And when the Fairies dance I hope you'll dance too
And with God's help you'll soon see the Light
I hope you feel better soon, Mother dear
May your broken wings mend so you will fly
I hope the sympathy in my words you'll hear
May the Moon cheer you up in the night sky
May God mend your broken heart from above
God, a heart is broken, fill her with love

*~Marian~

Ibycus Rachelae to my Armoured Vest
Inject onto me that addicting Spritz
Hoping, which my Muse from the Plym comes best
Return my Calls despite everyday Blitz
How Secret, should be that whirly-curled Tail
Twice length your Form cuddle your Evening's Wrap
And when she comes, promote your Heart's avail
Respond to your Tube; And lick-out the Sap
Green, red-banded, was it enough to lure
And bind essential fluids to your waste
Your slime's head recall; Sate potency pure
And bid her offspring from your pride at haste.
Listen, shy snail. Expose your Calciumed House
For her to Respect your True Feelings' douse.

Mum or Mom, whichever Title you wear
Clip this Gold Pin and wear it on your Dress
With them - and Daughter - such Healthy Pride bear
These Fortunes accord; And Grace you impress
I mean this oft; Though my ID's betrayed
Consort this Red Skull despite tamed intent
Yet base-lined reprieve of these Thoughts relayed
If Hearts and Souls live in perfect content
My only word - Truth - that these Two connect
For helpless am I stung to Daughter's Fair
In her own Best - fly Forms at dive and beck;
Her Prince - down below - sport Pillars in her care.
Watch that Board. That One asking you to Sing
That Torch heating her Stars; And made her King.

Most have my Bearing Hands present in Faith
And always are Heated Dogs tamed and true
Yet if these Swords stab; Score checkers on my face
And see such Love just evolve into you
Heater begets my name; Stock's Rage embed
Past seven dials enough for me to snap
Blame the Drum in me; The Beater pumps dead
Forlorn this Campaign and take a long nap
Whilst such I dream; And Dreams dispel more gum
Long before the Scribe must compile your Creed
With such I chew; And proppled me to mum
Know her silent ****** longs for your need.
My Bearing Hands fail; And fail for a Lie
Pronounced my in-birth; And flickered my eye.

If the Reddened Mum would seek to Forgive
My Lone and Whale-Levelled Voice
Perhaps the Healing Tome would allow me to Live
And make Good Aspect on my own Choice. =))