*Lyrical love.
Sent from above.
Could I be in heaven?
No, it's 20 to seven.
Still in bed,
can't get it through my head.
Wake up, get up!
Time to emerge,
and feel that surge.
They tell me,
it's the beauty of life!
We live and struggle,
to endure this strife.
My heads in a muddle.
The words are flowing,
But girl, I'm in trouble.
At the intersection,
Losing my direction*
**Grab onto my hand.
I’ll take you out of this
rubble and trouble.
We’ll live in our own
bubble. Off off and away
we’ll go to wonderland.
Where the fairies fly and
cast spells with their magical
wands and watch the black
swans. While they sit and
dangle their tiny feet in ponds
and sing all kinds of happy
songs. Grab on to my hand
and watch the lilacs float away
as the cool breeze moves them
up and down upon the crystal
clear waters.
So wake up, get up we have no
time to waste we have dreams and
butterflies that are waiting to be
chased. And cigarette smokes to
be blown up up and away at the
end of the day. Grab onto my hand
and ill show you the beauty of life
and this wonderland**.
Girl, girl take me away.
yearn to live for another day.
These crazy dreams,
I can't believe .
Can it be real?
Acquisition, proposition, definition of an unattainable life.
It's never enough.
But, one look in your eye,
and I dismiss all the tough,
existence I see.
That ravages my mind,
never letting me be.
I take your hand,
so tall we stand.
This world we see,
has destiny.
Some say is written,
but **** it hurts!
Like I've just been bitten.
Ambiguous grey clouds,
need to push through.
To puff away the moments
that hold me so blue.
I waited for love,
from heavens above.
I'm an only planet
which orbits your sun.
I feed off your warm energy,
photosynthesis of heart and mind.
Our bodies in turn,
reach out and burn.
The chlorophyll I make,
will never break,
on this leaf of life
we share* ~
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
*Lyrical love.
Sent from above.
Could I be in heaven?
No, it's 20 to seven.
Still in bed,
can't get it through my head.
Wake up, get up!
Time to emerge,
and feel that surge.
They tell me,
it's the beauty of life!
We live and struggle,
to endure this strife.
My heads in a muddle.
The words are flowing,
But girl, I'm in trouble.
At the intersection,
Losing my direction*
**Grab onto my hand.
I’ll take you out of this
rubble and trouble.
We’ll live in our own
bubble. Off off and away
we’ll go to wonderland.
Where the fairies fly and
cast spells with their magical
wands and watch the black
swans. While they sit and
dangle their tiny feet in ponds
and sing all kinds of happy
songs. Grab on to my hand
and watch the lilacs float away
as the cool breeze moves them
up and down upon the crystal
clear waters.
So wake up, get up we have no
time to waste we have dreams and
butterflies that are waiting to be
chased. And cigarette smokes to
be blown up up and away at the
end of the day. Grab onto my hand
and ill show you the beauty of life
and this wonderland**.
Girl, girl take me away.
yearn to live for another day.
These crazy dreams,
I can't believe .
Can it be real?
Acquisition, proposition, definition of an unattainable life.
It's never enough.
But, one look in your eye,
and I dismiss all the tough,
existence I see.
That ravages my mind,
never letting me be.
I take your hand,
so tall we stand.
This world we see,
has destiny.
Some say is written,
but **** it hurts!
Like I've just been bitten.
Ambiguous grey clouds,
need to push through.
To puff away the moments
that hold me so blue.
I waited for love,
from heavens above.
I'm an only planet
which orbits your sun.
I feed off your warm energy,
photosynthesis of heart and mind.
Our bodies in turn,
reach out and burn.
The chlorophyll I make,
will never break,
on this leaf of life
we share* ~
Hani in italics
Carolin in bold
I enjoyed writing this poem with him. Looking forward to write more and more with the talented Hani :D
Check out his link below
http://hellopoetry.com/hani-shibli/
