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Riptide Jan 2014
I am who you are

I know... Or maybe I don't
But atleast my thoughts
Have a spark of knowledge and experience
My words are never intended to hurt they only wish to heal
And tonight
With your somber and delightful heart
I pray that my presence in your life: Blesses you
I pray that your presence Blesses us
Greatness and patience is a attribute God perched in your life
And relentlessly I'm going to be your beacon of light
For you I have cherished
I'm just a Christian sod
That wishes neither ever for hurt, sorrow nor for anything odd
But you Greg
Are a different book in this life
Trying to use words to describe you...
Would be Blasphemous
I have come about that platonic friendship
And reached the life long stage of friendship, hardship and joy
In amid who I am is who you are
But who you are, I am

By: Master Magnus Robinson
Riptide Jan 2014
Main and master goal

I stand in gaze
In a gaze that admires you
I stand in amaze
And wonder
And wonder why all these thoughts ponder
Why these thoughts take priority above all other
These thoughts of you
That has lit a liquid-oxygen combusted fire
And now I stand trapped
Trapped in this legitimate feeling of attraction
My concentration depleted

My heart weeps
Weeps for the dungeon I've fallen in
My heart weeps
It weeps like a waterfall
Tears that keep running down the face of my heart
Your voice that resonates in my soul
Like a viral infection that has pierced my heart
Your beauty has undressed these naked eyes
Now
The only thought I have is you
My heart has changed its pattern into...
Into a pattern that spells your Name
I close my eyes and echoed images live in the darkness of these shut eyes
Your voice has broken the silence in me
For I have savored it
You relentlessly entered my heart
Engraved your name on it
Slowly I'm tearing in the inside
I'm going insane
Pain, no!
Affectionate attraction, Yes!
A weeping heart I have
A weeping heart that is manifesting it all
As in my manifestation
I ought to be the leader of the nation inside me
The creator of my inner creation
Forgotten about the future
I live in the past of your creation
For all that entirely matters in the near future is:
My main and master mission
In vision with my main and master goal
Past the sleepless nights' tension
Past the deception of animations artificiality and into all reality
Past my minds permission; it's approval
Exceeding my potential but placing me in that position
Disregarding all competition
I stand and watch in 3rd person perspective
My heart has risen like dust
Even though it's dark my shadow has betrayed me; your smile shines through like lights rays
The visible weeping heart is translucent
My thoughts have become wishes
Wishes exceeding my boundaries of limits
Because my mission and master goal is for you to be mine...


                                       By: Magnus Master Robinson
Riptide Jan 2014
As your perfume inebriates my senses
My arms around the thighs of you - a paragon of beauty.
I can hear your heart pumping against my chest
You have numbed my senses,
You have intoxicated my soul.

You see,
You
Ndi
You came along into my life with such ease,
Like the ebb and flow of water.
Yet you have begun a war in my life;
My eyes think they're most blessed,
They linger on your beauty
And savor on the beauty of your eyes,smile
But everyone else disagrees.
My ears relish on your voice.
The kind words and witty remarks.
My skin boasts on the tenderness of your skin.
Though if you walk a mile in the shoes of my heart, you will realise
It embarks on an incomprehensible journey.

And here with your legs between mine,
your head on my shoulder,
My heart knows it's in the right place.
It ponders on how it came across you, however.

As I bask in the feeling of your fingers between mine,
the adrenaline rush that runs through my arteries, down my spine.
I gaze into your eyes and wander...
Wonder!

As I analyze the memoirs of you,
your scent that lingers still...
the makeup that's smudged on my collar.

As my heart travels at  the speed of light at every thought of you,
All I see,
Vividly,
is you, Ndi.
My paragon of beauty!
Ndi is a name.

— The End —