May the heart act upon the soul with no thought,
For upon the conjurings of passions shall we burn,
Upon thee flaming torches of thy lonesome heart,
Only in the pursuing act of thy passion's concern.

Too can we act upon thy brain and lack 'tis soul,
For may logic yield but 'tis delayed passionate act,
Rather shall we'st hesitate thy plot until we know,
That when all'st adieu, our sanity stays intact...

**** darling, don’t be feeling blue,
For I’m here alone and I’ll be honest,
I just wanna be the one to love you,
But your heart can’t really be promised.
So instead should I pretend like we’re nothing,
When we’re both scared to see beyond the door,
At the fact that maybe this can be something,
In a day far away can we be, forever more.

There once lived an honest man who lived upon the greatsome Note,
For upon the words of He shall the man's life fulfillingly quote,
Had he gracefully cherished the colorless life for which he was given,
Had he conducted no sins, thus none shall he beg Him to be forgiven,
Had he neither, to a life, granted eternal sleep nor deathly soul awaken.
But indeed had upon his own unwilling life had another brutally a'taken.
What once a great soul shall upon an unknown grave shall his body lay,
Until a lively being approaches his bland deathly matress someday.

There once lived a devilish man who fiercely burned the greatsome Note,
For over the misleading words of He had the man swiftly overwrote,
Had he honestly hated the unfruitful life for which he was given,
Had he proved that both lies and sins shall a wealthly life a'riven.
Once upon a peasantly life had he unsoberly and forcefully a'taken,
For with greatsome wealthy and slying lies shall innocence sway,
To a man whose facades demonstrate greatness shall be greatly any day.

For when the devilish man whose life comes to a faithful end,
Then upon a greatsome grave will to his eternal slumber tend.
For when we learn of his ungoodly lies and deeds of the slaying of another,
A godly fellow may deem heaven to thy'st honest man and hell'st to thy other,
But when we walk beyond the graves of these very two men,
We can only wonder where in 'tis falsly world were the two sent,
Dearly do we hope to be true to the voice of He shall we to heaven a'go,
But truthfully, hath we falsely created the Heavens and even He, may it be so?

Maybe that in death shall these bodies just lay upon the unsoiled earth,
For when the life of we has finally drawn conclusion from the time at birth,
Maybe that regardless of greatness or dishonestly shall all men be'st the same,
For in death, who but the falsely beings are to judge our decaying remains,
The honest man who has lived so truthfully to the greatsome Note,
Has only prematurely met greatsome death and a grave to denote,
His truthfulness to the mighty He, that Man has conjured up the definition of,
For hath none shown his existance or hath He himself speak to us thereof,

May we just lay beneath the soils, for our soul has no greater place to seek,
For in death are we all but equals - to be slowly devoured by a diet of worms...

Only the star will know what our hearts say,
When no one is around to witness our souls,
As if they would in fact have changed our way,
When all that we do, really only God knows.
For doing good appears to only go so far,
When they leave our hearts starving and gray,
Praying to the skies all covered by stars,
Are we to disregard ourselves to win anyway.

Indisputable truths change not some day,
When, alike my love, engrained in stone,
For what makes my heart feel this way,
Is beyond all rationality and thought alone.
An intangible clock-smith who dials the time,
Hath perhaps cursed our hearts entwined,
For he tell us with no reason nor rhyme,
When all that I know is I want to call you mine.

Shall roses by any other name smell just as sweet,
Here within this garden, two hummingbirds meet,
And nightingales to whom sing their delightful tunes,
Yields a ****** of crows when all is in ruins.
Love alike the doves that fly so freely today,
Yes, as swans that drift harmoniously we may,
Nearing nightfall for ‘tis when the love birds rest.

Maybe this year we’ll find where love lies,
Beyond what we have thought to be real,
When in our hearts, this passion never dies,
For darling, let’s not deny how we truly feel.
Within our limited time, let’s find meaning,
Cause it is so careless with you and me,
There shall be no divine intervening,
For we’re a year closer to what we’re meant to be.

Blacked out, darling your love’s all I want,
My feelings for you, a spector haunt,
Though right now I may not see straight,
My love knows its way to you, just wait,
This road leads where your heart is,
For it can all start with a single kiss,
Don’t be shy with what can truly be great,
Your heart is starving love, for this is fate.

Oh dear calming waves that brush upon the shore,
And blooming flowers and overcampusing trees a'more,
And the pleasant smells of freedom and liberty,
And the numerous hearts of my civilians sincerely.
For the most safest of places, shall I call my home,
And deem no infliction upon such values of my own.
Until what horrors have drawn a near,
Until what treacheries are we to share,
For 'tis a place of safekeeping have we deem,
No longer holds its name at all does it seem.
And much like the Titanic of a poem from before,
Have these fated deaths have but fate to blame for.
Oh shall we never recall this city as a tragic place,
Nor recall the Boston Massacre of 1770 with haste.
For no sane of man shall the slaughterings enjoy,
And for no family of one shall the deaths rejoice.
Remembrance of our people and our city's name,
Are we to call another terrorist is to blame?
Are we to call that be but the doing of tragic fate,
Or the will of God and towards our ideals He hate.
Or shall we blame it for the naiveness of us all,
Thinking that terror only upon namely's does it fall,
But for a city shall its peoples stand a'mass strong,
And rise from the ashes of horror and continue living on.
And shall we take the tragic seeds of what was left to sow,
And grow'st the blooming rose from the ashes as a whole.

Oh Love, arth we all dead inside,
In the chambers where feelings hide,
Shall there be none for which you’ll see,
Cause once, you meant everything to me.
Yet, these are the days where you fade,
Beyond the horizon, like a ship in trade,
Only to sail endlessly the open sea,
And one day, coincidently drift back to me.

Doth it seems when the sun goes down,
Everything tells me to walk away,
From the person I once knew who’s not around,
But for some reason, I just want to stay.
Who can you count on for your heart to heal,
But yourself before all past memories rewind,
For you know darling, they can’t steal,
The love you were always born to find.

Breaking me slowly for when you’re gone,
In these empty hearts lives the soul alone,
From what once a love that felt perfect,
Would’ve done anything ‘cause it’s worth it.
Instead a thousand miles separates the heart,
Where the stormy clouds keeps us apart,
Don’t even know how to love someone else,
When left with these memories to yourself.

My fair maiden, arth thou a fair blooming rose,
Regardless of what they say, you’ll always be,
A beloved darling in a heart that shall never close,
When you alone mean than the world to me.
Know that you’re worth more than you’ll ever know,
My queen, there shall be no room for sorrow,
When passions brew will they have no place to go,
For our days will always be brighter tomorrow.

Through heartbreak and love wears our scars,
Embrace the memories forever within our soul,
When two broken bodies connect like ours,
Shall we find we’re equally damaged like so.
It‘s only when we fall and break completely apart,
In unshakeable feelings to which draws sorrow,
May we piece together each other’s hearts,
And find the result to be magnificently beautiful.

See her face and you’ll too be sure,
For you to fix her heart just to break yours,
But it’s all worth it, you say in the end,
For her unabandoned smile will make amends,
To your worrisome desire to see this through,
No matter where she is whether she’s with you,
Cause your love is hers and for her to take,
And your heart is too for her to break.

Right now, I wish you here with me,
Cause I’m breaking without you, can’t you see,
Darling, no matter how hard I try,
Within my heart, my love for you forever lies.
O’ my sweet girl, you’ve been on my mind,
You are the one everything I see reminds,
No day goes by for you I’ll always miss,
For I am broken without you and your kiss.

My sweet princess, you’ve had enough,
For your heart shouldn’t have to take no more,
When the waves seem to be getting rough,
You know that you’ll always be adored.
Like the silent nights to call out your name,
And the whispers so gentle upon your skin,
For the western winds that can not be tamed,
Shall too my blazing heart, when your soul gets dim.

Where arth thou, love? We’ll find infinity,
For in these bones lives my sincerity,
There shall be none other in my heart,
Cause darling, you’ve played your part,
And have blossomed romance and glee,
That we shall all harbor endlessly,
Like the tulips that have risen with grace,
For you, my love, left without a trace.

Daunting lights doth we see above tonight,
Wherein this summer so brisk and light,
And our hearts so hungry for love my dear,
Until the solitude and sorrows draw near.
Beloved gal with her tears upon her face,
Like a caged sparrow shackled to this place,
There must be some hope for her to flee,
And find herself in bliss and eternal glee.

May one day we find our inevitable calling,
Amongst the stars in this grand universe,
Will we find love and purpose, my darling,
And free ourselves from this dreaded curse.
A curse of mindless and aimless pursuit,
In mundane happenings day after day,
For we seek undying passions enroute,
As we’re all trying to find our way.

Shall whom with graceful charm grants but ungraceful time,
Had Salem conjured what tranquil beauty in but mortal gal,
And to such enchantings had deemed neither deed nor crime,
Yearning to which droughty lands shall inevitable rain fall.  
Lasts then, man in fruitful awe by the touch of grace,
Young'd to the centennial, yet angelic sightings 'pon 'tis place.
Now undeniably leaves us all to miss her dear, beautiful eyes...

Doth I dream of champagne and moonlight,
When in the horizon rippling waves come ashore,
And the stars that twinkle in the midst of night,
Shall be like my heart, to which you adore.
So when the clouds fade and skies are clear,
The moon seems so wholesome and bright,
And as the love to which we hold so dear,
Can we find it within our hearts tonight.

An empty glass doth we raise to the sky,
In bidding cheers to love and cheers to us,
And cheers to all that has gone awry,
But let us treasure the days most joyous.
My darling arth thou graceful and precious,
With your overwhelming beauty everyday,
Leaving all other damsels to be jealous,
For they’ll never have my heart your way.

Oh how beautiful is this sheet of winter snow,
How magical of a night do I see it shine,
My Darling, you are all my heart knows,
For all I want for Christmas is for to be mine.
Do you see how bright these ornaments are,
And you too, aren’t you just so fine,
My Love for you can never really go too far,
Cause all I want Darling is for you to be mine.

The heart: a passionate device for action stemmed in feeling,
The mind: our logical command where we strategically consult,
For actions driven singularly may heed justice and light,
But when heart and mind clash, should we fear all result.

Darling, why doth thy be so fair and cold?
Keeping to thyself with feelings untold,
Who wears barricades for none to know,
But M’lady, an engulfing love to thee, I’ll show.
Why must you decline the morning heart’s call?
When in the depths of thy heart, through it all,
You know that this love will reach you one day,
For like violets and roses doth our lips say,
Beyond the horizons shall these lips meet,
With four letter words that makes our hearts skip a beat.

Oh, for I can’t stop thinking about you dear,
Your beautiful face haunts me endlessly here,
With memories that lie forever at heart,
Has ‘tis ended before it can truly start?
For when the butterflies arose in late Spring,
Had Autumn came and brisk air doth it bring,
And had Winter conjured this sheet of snow,
Only to leave us empty next Summer with nothing to show.

The day we stop looking back, we will find,
That the future appears brighter than the past,
With our hearts both kindred and kind,
Shall sculpt a love that is made to last.
So darling, let us cross and fingers and hope,
For better days that’ll one day emerge,
No longer do we upon our sorrows cope,
When two hearts and two souls converge.

I know a girl whose tears are like gems,
Where upon her fragile heart she weeps,
Should she hold her roses by the stems,
And tell herself that this is the love she keeps.
There is a girl whose beloved smile glows,
Like warm autumn airs that smells so sweet,
Her beautiful soul stays hidden for none to know,
Until the day her and her counterparts meet.

Do we dream of a love everlasting beyond,
My sweet darling for you had I grown fond,
For Cupid but a diapered fool with no aim,
Had he cursed me with your heart to tame.
Let us find a love in this barren hallow,
For the oceans are far greater than shallow,
So let us venture out to the deep unknowns,
And maybe find a crazed love to call our own.

As brilliant days loom towards inevitable night,
With fraudulent captivates in graceful slumber,
Heeds mighty tides bleaching this beach white,
Leaving one's curiousity to undoubtedly wonder,
What if once by nay but instead granted in coax,
Chival'ed cursed notions of undisputed tongues,
Where a delusional heart and keen mind mocks,
The gnawing religions of those nays and nones.
Simply plays man, bounded by physical laws,
To whom knows and desires all but no-things,
Shall wears then man, the shacklings of flaws,
And grants the artifact by which false romance brings.

As darkness perishes by the brink of dawn,
As sunlight decays by the night's fall to dark,
And shall too be life but a cycle of joy,
Of glee and sorrows until man and soul drifts apart.

Oh, poor me! So he says, that poor troubled soul,
And towards the heavens he weeps his utter sorrows,
And calls to the troubles of fate that burdens him so,
Placing him in this cyclic tragedy that had deemed a'go.

And so the mountains and valleys must his dearest life,
Be of great rises and falls and uprising immanent strife,
Yet abandon this liveliness not, for can his soul forsaken,
As upon the life of cyclic tragedy has he inevitably awaken.

For he lives in the facade of failure of encompassing fate,
That hinders his successes and brings his motives innate,
And free'st the facade of failures can he do such not,
For he lives in the cyclic tragedy that fate has gracefully plot.

Oh remedy by shear happenstance,
It seems these days that fate’s been told,
Of a gorgeous maiden on a single a dance,
To which our love can blossom unfold.
Like the jewels within her eyes so bright,
Shall too our grace and passions brew,
The smell of love is in the air tonight,
For darling, by chance is it me and you.

Darling, perhaps now is the time we find our way,
Back from the wrecked abyss our hearts lived,
From beneath beclouded days with nothing to say,
Until we found a place where love thrived.
There must be something in the air,
Like the summer breeze the longs our souls,
For it feels like we were always meant to be here,
Cause darling now is the time to see where this goes.

Passion’s like the sun that’s gone away,
Like the beloved feelings of yesterday,
My love, oh dear darling, don’t you see,
I can never be what you want me to be.
And too, my angel, you see it as well,
This can’t be anything, no matter how I fell,
For your beauty where you made me surrender,
But those times are dead by your ******.

Oh dearest Father may you heed my wandering mind,
As I speak to thy of thee restless words unwind,
For such treacherous creatures thee'st are upon thee mind,
Shall share'st such thoughts maybe deemed unkind.
Dear Father, friendship and kin, for must I question thee,
Of thy'st purpose and facades are such ideals to me,
For be'st kin may be a chess game of facading goals,
To tactically position thyself into favourable roles,
For whom shall I call'st friend, oh so truthfully now?
For what makes of trust for shall my seekforth it how?
As a greatsome tree may take but years to grow,
But fall'st to'st t'midst of th'open land as thy lumberman a'go,
So shall trust be, for can we accept such facade now not,
But let'st it foster and accumulate the course it sought,
For Father, why'st we be but such a hideous race,
That conjures such mistrust and hatred that'st thy face,
For neither I nor you nor any beings with souls a'near,
Can truthfully understand each other as thy'st all a'here,
Yet, put'st thee facade of what may seem to be,
And live'st not the life of mighty walls-free.
For Father, I do hope that such one day will come,
Where the facades of being fall crumbling when all'st done,
And for then may hideous and hideous come to know,
That tis world indeed exists genuine goodness so,
For then may we all bath in the gallant light,
And flee'st the facades that'st bound us tight.

Dearest maiden for thy'st hair, the trees wave amongst the wind,
And thou'st dearest denials of words, the spoken boulders unkind.
But the lingering urge to implant upon thy lips but a single kiss,
Only to draw upon the conjurings of the dreaded addictive bliss.
Oh, a body of warmth must due for the late lonesome nights,
And an angelic face sent from angelic heaven must deem a'sites.
Yet thy warmth, but a blistering heat in the stifling summer air,
A lusting, firing desire for thy skin to touch wholesomely bare.

Her eyes outshine the brilliance of the stars,
During clear skies with the wind calm at ease,
Perhaps one day shall they mend the scars,
And help her find the soul’s recognition please.
Her voluptuous laugh, oh, undoubtably ****,
With a complementing smile that feel so lost,
Wherein hides beneath her emotional complexity,
Awaiting light to warm a heart covered in frost.

Let us dance endlessly in starlight sanctuary,
Where the Sun’s brilliance never wavers nor dies,
Under a night sky so enchanting and starry,
Shall we finally find where our love lies.
O’ do princesses sleep upon heaven’s clouds,
Casting delicate dreams to finish its part,
Shall we wake her with these lyrics sang aloud,
To tell her of her beauty and embrace her heart.

What makes of treachery if by demons unseen?
For one unyielding man to see but a single glimpse,
Shall inevitably yield thy lingering mind unclean,
As if then shall cunningly stroll upon 'tis minx,
And let's the invisible hand of Christ intervene.
Aye, aye - for Geminis speak not of the wrong,
Which by demons who shall harbor 'neath his mask,
And hinders unspoken lips 'pon what desires long,
Then may wanders come forth and faithfully ask -
But as demons unseen - hath he been fine all along.

Oh my dearest time, for have you again flee'st by my grasping hands,
And for hath thou bestowed the drought of harvest to my very lands,
And yet for time has bree'st the misfortunes to me for years and years,
For He has deemed that sorrows comes not in singles but in greater pairs.

For in 'tis new year, shall, to the past, I give my wholesome regards,
And wish'st for the fortunate endings that time fiercely guards.

So to 'tis new year shall false vows light false determinations a'flame,
As a fragment of time shall such drive live, for inevitably 'tis fire a'tamed.
But shall'st these very happenings of the past year come'st to share.
Until thee walk'st the identical path down 'tis very next year.

Beloved damsel, let us live life day by day,
And enjoy the pleasures bestowed today,
Otherwise if lived too seriously we’ll never survive,
But know deep down this passion is always alive.
Babe, perhaps you’ve never had a love this kind,
Where I’ll praise you all night until your mine,
And when life finally begins to make some sense,
You know, darling, I’ll show you the difference.

Must ‘tis be but a sign from above,
O’ fair maiden, let me dive into you,
And reckon thy soul with joyous love,
Seeking affections for all we long to do.
Show me your inner demons dear,
Aren’t they dying to come out to play,
Your stories and dreams are yours to share,
For we shall make realize them all one day.

Darling why on earth do we play this game,
When you already make life freeze in frame,
For my heart skips a beat whenever you’re around,
Cause wherever love is, it’s been found.
The stars are endless inside your eyes,
And within your soul the summer sunset lies,
For there is nothing in the world I wouldn’t do,
To make everything as beautiful as you.

Darling, you know I just want it all,
Don’t know if it’s love or the alcohol,
But you’re standing here looking so fine,
I just want to be the one to call you mine.
Yet I just have a feeling it will all end in ruin,
For the songs that play in a different tune,
Cause if the right one comes along,
I just know somehow I’ll do her wrong.

As the years melt together into a single thread,
Are we left but to wonder where time has gone,
Will we all inevitably lay sound and dead,
Only to regret the paths we’ve chosen alone.
Had we once unknowingly cast love out to sea,
Grasping immediate treasures buried ashore,
Until emptied doth we pray she drifts back to me,
Alas, no doubloons compares to her worth more.
And so miles away, perhaps, lies a story untold,
Of a beautiful gal waiting to be freed,
When grey mundane days blossom to gold,
For in this crazy life, maybe, love is all we need.

Once had a dream to sail the oceans blue,
Take in the gallant sun in Barcelona too,
A glass of champagne in Paris at night,
For I close my eyes and I see it right.
O’ hath I too a dream of a love everlasting,
Cause my heart these days gone wasting,
To fair long maidens with stars in their eyes,
Only to cast thy harbors with simple goodbyes.

When I’m lying here tonight still sober,
With nothing but my most inner thoughts,
And to think that this love can ever be over,
Cause I’m afraid it truly can not.
Like the crashing waves upon the beach,
To which subsides and yet continues,
One day, within your heart these words will reach,
Cause Drunk Me, can’t stop thinking about you.

The heart calls like the western winds,
And sing their pleasant, delightful tunes,
Are we all here unwillingly just to find,
That of which can rebuild our ruins.
Oh, are we broken like there’s no other,
For beloved dear can we find our way,
Out of this abyss cause we have each other,
Tomorrow’s a mystery but at least today.