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Leonard Green Oct 11
If eye could ♫c
the melody in your words, would it be apparent
as a little child’s heartbeat or intentions?

If eye could ♫c
the color in your skin, would it be radiant
as a dawn's sun beaming the skylines?

If eye could ♫c
the quiver in your soul, would it be vigorous
as a wave crashing against the shorelines?

If eye could ♫c
would it be me, would it be you
shedding the ties that bind us in life?
If eye could ♫c
would it be me, would it be you
mastering the songs to the keys of life?

If eye could ♫c
the marvels in your means, would it be arousing
as a chorus from Bach’s or Beethoven’s work?

If eye could ♫c
the verses in your time, would it be forgiving
as a fisherman, carpenter, or follower’s song?

If eye could ♫c
the principles in your soul, would it be inspiring
as a lyric nurturing countless spirits to rise above?

If eye could ♫c
would it be me, would it be you
shedding the ties that bind us in life?
If eye could ♫c
would it be me, would it be you
mastering the songs to the keys of life?
Leonard Green Oct 2017
Beastly is this monster state yet many damsels cannot avoid
Some may call it disturbingly conflicting and become annoyed
Where rationality coexists with irrationality in an unstable realm
Pretty monster states navigate this journey as captains at the helm

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions

Wonder is this monster state since the inception of Adam and Eve
Men can only hope to be compassionate, steadfast and never peeved
One moment, pretty monster states can be loving and best friends
Next moment, challenging one’s good nature and spirit to extreme ends

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions

Frightful is this monster state like a suspenseful thriller or mystery
Only those who are not faint of heart can sleuth this case history
Where a profound will of character serves to stabilize one’s constitution
Bringing the monster state to an uneventful but amenable restitution

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions.
Leonard Green Oct 2017
Times are changing…
when reckless emotions inundate worldwide devices
with unfiltered sentiments to taint minds thru vices
nibbling on compassion and wisdom like rabid mice
allowing the beastly nature to dominate and entice
one's humanity to heed selfish or superficial advice

Times are changing…
when tolerance and forgiveness are fading dreadfully fast
with echoes warning us not to repeat an unforgettable past
where deathly anguish and heartless souls were the cast
of catastrophic drama epitomized by flags flying at half-mast
and prayers from the charitable, the humble, the meek were vast

Time are changing…
when the caretakers of the globe care less about harmony
seemingly beguiled with the hunger of power and want to be
rulers of wealth, consuming limited resources lacking empathy
until this earth becomes nakedly barren and can no longer be
home to descendants who cannot claim their manifest destiny.
Leonard Green Jul 2017
…the vibes whisper to the yearnings steadily
with the mesmerizing tunes speaking universally
as if they know the pain and the desperation
seen through all races, concealing the souls
beckoning thoughts to release sentiments
bottled-up in tears being fought from shedding
as the melody also arouses an inner strength
in the midst of unknown, but everyday heroes
suspended in moments approaching infinity…
the rhythm of the sounds moves the intellect
in ways incomprehensible, drifting to new heights
where only the spirit may dwell in meditation
absent worry and carefree to reality's despair
an euphoric state, pure and substance free
playing back experiences from historic times
can this awe-some feeeee-ling be for reeeeeal
can it last eternally, or be just a passing fix
until the warrior within is reborn, once again.
Leonard Green Jul 2017
God's creation of beauty wrapped in innocence
Stirring the soul with her gift of perpetual love
A gift unbridled in candor and endless curiosity
Demanding attention to quench her cravings
Unfazed by the captive fears of her teachers
Blinded to the ways of this troubled world
She represents what we should strive for
Loving unconditionally, the one within
Smiling like a heavenly angel full of love
Erasing the aftermath of another painful day
The only wish would be when it comes to her
Grasping the lesson of compassion to everyone.
Dedicated to my goddaughter, Mulan...missing you.
Leonard Green Jul 2017
Hear ye, hear ye
hearken from the medieval times of old
where knights in the round once roamed
jousting with deeds fought in truth and honor
to protect the weak, the helpless, the oppressed
with an ideology lurking since the dawn of time
that all are born free, unshackled from contrived ordeals
only to soar high with the eagles to become one with the heavens
and bask in the glory of serving the frailty and holiness of mankind

Hear ye, hear ye
it’s Merlin conjuring a magical spell for the spirit
to behold, to marvel, new stages of self-enlightenment
where the essence of the King invades sleeping visions
possibly foretelling ominous events awaiting new missions
or predestined journeys one must endure to become so bold
in knowledge and wisdom offered, living in this world’s mold
not necessarily realized, instead shrouded with unimpeded urges
akin to the signs found in youth, immaturity, the close-minded

Hear ye, hear ye
the quest to sip from the Carpenter’s silver chalice
and taste charitable love for family, friends, and foes
where reckless pride and hatred are speared with the arrow
forged in devotion of a noble belief, tempered with selfless feats
where the sun rises and sets on the wicked actions of human nature
slaughtering the divine lights prematurely, locked within many souls
yet crusades against evil continues, no retreat, no regrets, no surrender
price to uphold the spirit of Camelot, payment in full, services rendered.
One should not fight because one wants to but one has to in order to protect life.  The taking of life should never be considered a good deed...a better way?  Change their minds...
Leonard Green Jul 2017
...enticing her with the delicate touch of finger tips
as the breeze of summer enters through the lips
slightly bathing her skin with gentle strokes from the tongue
until the hairs rise ever so slightly, and she becomes undone
softly she moans...
emotions begin to ignite the flames of passion
fueled by vibrations from the seduction
for there is only heat, pure and simple
in admiring the splendor of her temple
and the point of no return has been reached
sampling the sweet nectar, released by her peach.
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