Mindless matters of the man filled with sovereignty.
Merry he was filled with sorrow and glory.
Universal he rises only to choke on the edge.
International he hid himself from speech.
So he got away on a boat that drove him insane.
Intervals came and the American he blamed,
For being a sociopath, killing is wife and taking his fame.
Things became basic as he floated on original keys,
And the waves danced while the sun became blind.
Love the action of a territorial move,
That causes every issue of life to become happy or dark.
Pain is the outreach that condemned his electronic heart.
The he laid in the “kool” breeze and everything was sound


© Robyn G Neymour

Conquering the mind is the human that is unseen,
And we become victims of our thoughts.
Hearts' unable to speak,
Though their emotions burst out,
Like black paint getting thrown on white walls.

Then they call out to us "Color Blind".
Cool, challenging, optimistic thoughts,
Unable to defend the bruised eyes and the fearful fingers,
That brush gently along the rough edges of its challenge,
Success to the forgotten soul,
Rings like a loud echo following a vacant darkness.

Indeed the delight of brokenness,
Is treasured and stored in the back of the mind,
Calling out to its very best friend, “Hopelessness”.
Heart still unable to speak out loud,
Almost unable to move.

Then suction takes place.
The impurities begin to dance and mingle,
With those major veins in the heart,
And the bruised eyes,
Finally express the bed of painful roses.

Every gulp that is take,
Feels like rusty iron filled with ******,
Sliding down our windpipes,
That feels like its directly to the heart.
A blizzard that we could never see our way out of,
Until it passes over.

© Robyn G Neymour

I looked to the left and then to my right.
I then took a look at the clouds.
The rain began to drizzle and overshadow my soul.
Its mist already settled comforting to my thoughts.

I looked at the rain and finally it dropped into my eyes.
To my surprise the feeling that gave me sanity was wrong.
To my soul it does not belong but yet I dwell.
Wrapped in imagination I bring love to my wounded mind.

Kiss my soul, comfort my heart, drop with every drip.
I feel it kissing me, damaging the inner me.
This secret love affair is killing me.
I look inside your window and there you are Family and all.

You stare at me as any animal would watch their prey.
She looks at you and wondered on your gaze.
No secret to child, never amazed at this stage,
But I can feel you, your thoughts.

With every drip I’m lost in time,
Though she is blind to future and past.
The acid in the rain washes our secret away,
As you blow a kiss to me with every drip of the rain.

©

Bright lights, Centre stage,
White rose, Blank page.
Addicted to the aura,
Infected by the venom,
Not locked in Pandora’s Box,
But I’m in my own personal plenum.
Could feel the pressure,
Yet I’m enjoying my high,
The pain doesn’t lessen,
But I’m willing to fight.
So caught up I fell,
Leaving me unconscious.
Woke up oblivious only to realise,
I was already in my subconscious.
Don’t mind going back,
I’m already a dreamer.
But I don’t mind making my dream a reality,
Only to be with you.
Bright lights, centre stage,
White rose, blank page.

Speak to challenge the mind at the end of the peek.
Meet them at the edge before their last heart beat.
Set their minds before the end of time.
Chase them with haste.
Create the scenery before they debate.
Prep. before they step.
Be aware of their fear.
Challenger their minds.
Never make it your own.

©

Isn’t it interesting,
Or rather a complicated thing,
When we want something and get it,
But when we do get it,
We don’t want it,
Because we can cherish it no longer.

We love it and yearn for it,
Almost every day from a distance,
Then we hold it ,
And at that point,
It’s an everlasting memory.
Waiting to be demolished,
By our thoughts of tomorrow.

Complicated is it not,
When the heart wants to love,
But the mind disagrees,
And your body wants to give in,
But your soul won’t agree,
And your left to wonder in your subconscious.

Then you give in or you don’t,
You begin to ponder on the could’ve been,
Or I should’ve done it this way or the next,
And your mind becomes weak,
While your heart has already been,
From jump street fatally wounded.

© Robyn Neymour

“Ye without sin cast the first stone.”
No one is perfect, but I’m not justifying crime.

Men roam the streets as their little children sleep,
Ready to attack the obvious prey.
While hard working people that wants to make ends meet,
Pray with their little children or go their separate ways,
Subconsciously hoping to wake up the next day.
Though four miles away and even across the world,
Someone’s being shot, stab to death or *****.
We the country gasp in fear,
Though we the  country created the problem.
Young men and women hooked on drugs,
Partying like rock stars while hitting the clubs.
Showing off the material things, “Yea that’s wassup.”
According to the older folks this nonsense has to stop,
I do agree though, before friends create props.
Are we are neighbors keepers, or do we continue to hate?
While we make money for our bread and butter,
Some families have nowhere to stay.
Young men turn to violence,
To make money for today.
Who knows what goes on in our country,
While the light are off and the street lights are on.
What shall be revealed next?
“All a we,” suppose to be, “One Family.”
Yet our nations need to be healed.
Let’s come together “This Bahama Land”,
And lend one another a helping hand.

©

Don’t try to inspire me,
When you yourself need inspiration.
Droplets everywhere,
He lays down,
Without a care.
Forceful earthquakes,
Shatters his mind.
Volcanoes erupt,
What a strong write.
Enthusiasm leaps,
Anger prevails.
He chuckles,
And evil laughs.
No one can hear.
Determined to conquer,
Yet struggles to arise.
Restless in his motion,
Tear glands to dry to cry.
Feast on the creatures,
That he can see.
Roll over from those,
That he can hear,
But can’t see.
Driven by fear,
But afraid to love.
Tarries in the dark,
As the stars lit,
The sky above.
The moon never in sight,
It’s always night.

©

Dazzle me with your energy.
Conqueor me with your love.

No just maybe I lied.
I don't want you to give me nothing. (Nothing at  all.)

The trees stretch their limbs.
The rain beats against the beauty of the being.

Draw me near to the aura.
No wait take me away.

Take your lust away from your eyes.
Yes the lust that you shield with your heart.

© RGN

I will rise,
I will fight,
Pain I won’t deny,
I will carry out my mission.
I won’t harm my enemy.
I will climb,
Through my problems,
I will not procrastinate,
I will keep moving.
Through the valley I will run,
I will run through the forest,
I will stay determined.
Enemies will come,
Enemies will go.
To them anger I will not show,
Wind, waves, fire, earthquakes,
I will overcome.
I will seek for that which I long for,
Do what you want,
Say what you say,
My key to success is failure,
For tomorrow or another day I will achieve,
I will rise,
Despite all odds.

©

Some people hate me because I am different.
Some people are jealous of me because I'm different.
Some people hate me and don't even know me because I'm different.
Some people who know me hate me because I'm different.
Some people hate the way I act because I'm different.
Some people just hate the way I look and dress because I'm different.
Some people want to see me fail just because I'm different.
Some people underestimate me because I'm different.
Some people don't understand me because I'm different.
But they just don't know that I'm different.

©

What is so peculiar about the human's mind?
They say men think alike,
And women do as well.
But don't you think a male,
Or a female think alike sometimes?
Yes, yes, I know men,
And women have general traits.
Does that mean though
We all portray these traits the same way?
Some men have trouble,
Comprehending the mind of a woman.
Some women have trouble,
Grasping the actions of a man.
I never said all of us do.
Distant is the man,
That doesn't understand a woman's heart.
Foolish is the woman,
That doesn't understand the affections of a man.
The relationship will crumble,
For man, woman, and love,
Have their own understanding.
Knowledge will forever be void,
If understanding will never be the source.
So where does the mind come into play?
How could you have understanding,
If you don't have knowledge?
Look at what you see around you,
Then your mindset just may change.

© RGN

I sense it,  
I can feel its mist.
Thunder begins to roll.
Lighting begins to flash.
“Drip Drop”
Now I can hear it.
Where already there,
Where getting into it.
“Drip Drop”
Comes closer to me,
Taking away my every breathe
Begins to pick up the speed
“Drip Drop”
We begin to intertwine,
I begin to lose control of my mind
All of a Sudden
“Drip Drop”
Realises my struggle
Begins slow down
Understand me,
So it slows down.
“Drip Drop”
Please I beg take me away,
I fell in love with you,
Please don’t go away.
“Drip Drop”
It stayed and waited,
Until I fell asleep,
Falling into a subliminal state.
“Drip Drop”
I woke up,
Only to remember its sound,
Never looked once upon its face.
“Drip Drop”

I speak,
About the motives of drugs,
That makes us weak,
That brings all of us the same relief,
That causes humility.
Addicted to, lust, smoking, killing, ***, fighting, drinking?
What about being addicted, to games, a person or pills?
That’s your drug.
Remembering a drug is something we use to lessen the pain,
That causes change in our behavior, and is taken for the effects.
Don’t worry I have my personal highs.
I’m not trying to knock you, but listen to my cry.
The drug becomes an addiction,
One that we love,
It makes us weak and unconscious,
Until it becomes a must,
It controls us, to the point where we need it most.
And we strive to have it at any cause.
When we have it brings the relief that we’re searching for,
But the relief is only temporary.
What if it was taken from us would we go crazy?
It already has, we don’t have to be living on the streets,
For the drug to be dominant in our lives.

©

Express your thoughts. Like the Indians art,
Who painted their faces,
And used the ways of the animals for their hearts
Create the image of the open sea,
That dwells within every mans being.
Embrace the vision of the eagles eye,
That sees whatever is coming before the time has arrived.
Adopt the habit of all the big cats that watches their prey,
But keeps their enemy in the palm of their hands.
Then you’ll understand the enemy at hand.
To create a fearless stand.

©

I watched you all my life,
Taking risks putting up a fight.
I in fear forever held back,
Better than you at anything,
Except courage not that.
I watched in fear tangled with my mind,
My emotions, yet so pure and divine.
My heart rate increases,
I can feel the adrenaline rush.
But with just want thought,
I’m unable to touch.
I watch you Oh brave one so mild and meek.
The way you’d do anything,
Though it would sweep you off your feet.
Though I created you,
You I could never be,
I created a fatal flaw of holding back,
Mentioned in my own epiphany.
I became fearful of that,
Which was suppose to be me.
Though I’d watch you
And believe that I can be.

©

To create your own fear
Would be your personal epiphany
Your fatal flaw.

©

Painted little fingers,
Yellow, blue and red.
All await me,
When I rose from my bed.
Beautiful crystals,
In the palm of their hands.
Created a moment,
Of a eternal fear.
As they approached me,
They gently smiled.
On each of their faces,
Was charisma,
And a beautiful aura,
You can sense from miles.
Designated places,
You can tell,
They were synchronize.
Character and emotion,
Racing to the corner of their eyes.
Then they touched me,
My soul connected.
Every need fulfilling,
My spirit couldn’t reject it.
The flowers bloomed,
Gracefully in the earth,
And carried burden,
I could not bear.
The race of love,
Tampering with fear.

©

Not really that insane,
But I'm keeping my sanity.
Moving with the capability,
Of superman on steroids.
Yes that is really me.

Smile oh while,
Yes i gave my face a rest.
Now who will be the one I'm arresting?
Surely not the one i love the best.
Maybe I should put fear to the test.

Capable of doing the incapable thats me.
I unleashed the ravaged beast that lyed within me.
I can't contain it nor hold it back.
This is just a short story of how I,
Finally got off the rack.

©

Gombalay & His Masterpiece V.s. The City

Song:
Aye Aye Gombalay
Aye Aye Gombalay
Aye Aye Gombalay

Gombalay:
The hell with you snitches and all the parody’s you see.
You don’t understand what’s in this master piece!
So you decide to develop simple messages,
About something you can’t see!

People:
Gombalay, Gombalay, You stupid young man!
Tired of talking to you,
Nothing’s up so we ignore!
Your here going about with this nasty old trash can.

Gombalay:
These people must have had massive,
Brain destruction to not understand me!
All I want is freedom from this,
Close minded city!

People:
Gombalay, Gombalay what an unsuccessful young man,
That smells worse than that trash can he carries around.
Maybe one day they will marry, they already dine and sleep,
What else do they do, *(Laughs) man don’t make me weak.
Stupid young man doesn’t think he has more important things to do!

Gombalay:
You ****** ignorant, arrogant, snots,
Don’t understand my master piece!
Filthy little *****, poor, *******,
Worship the government while other peasants receive more money.
You laugh at me, but who’s doing the *** kissing now!

People:
Shut up you young fool, watch your **** mouth.
We will **** you this instant, without a shadow of a doubt.
You crazy young man it’s our government that saves us.
You wouldn’t know that you’re obtuse and outrageous.

Gombalay:**
I’ll show you all. I’ll Show you all,
You stupid aimless mongrels!!
You **** yourselves, and wire your kids,
And expect to live at peace!
It’s going to be farewell for you while I sleep in peace!!!

©

This isn't happening; This isn't me.
Life is getting out of hand; Creating its own fantasy.
Usually it would be bartender bartender,
Send me a next drink; Wake up in the morning sick,
But life's still in sync.  Went to the windowpane,
And the rays of the sun graze sharply against my skin.
My heart beating slowly; My thoughts only wanting,
To explain themselves from within.
This is not the time; I'm to close but yet so far.
Is this dream getting to me; Or is my life on par?
No I'm just hanging over.
Yes thats right  hanging over the window,
Is my only option thus far.

©

Heartache,
Takes blood,
Reveals pains,
That you never,
Even thought you had.

Mind boggling activities,
Enters your thoughts,
The pain of it,
Encounters your body,
And your mind controls your actions.

In this state you cannot think,
But you can.
Almost everything hurts,
Piercing to the skin,
Intrigues the darkest part of your heart.

Your just there,
In a dark room,
Contemplating alone,
To leave your heart,
To enjoy the emptiness,
That your mind plays with it.

In the end there are no thoughts of tomorrow,
No joy in anything,
You stand alone,
Only to feel your heart deteriorating,
From the fowl resentment thoughts,
Of your mind.

© Robyn G Neymour

September 2011

Hold me close,
That I can feel the darkest part of you soul
Tell my lust is no longer opposed,
And my heart feels whole,
To your unfailing love.
I despise you,
Your grip is to eloquent,
Your fingers are askew,
Your body’s prevalence,
Now everything’s anew.
Everyone is after you,
It’s only few that you choose.
Why me again your time is overdue.
My heart clutches though I’m confuse,
I’m tired of an indirect abuse please self remove.
So caught up I lose control.
Or is it you that’s in control of me?
Leave me breathless is that your goal?
Tears run down my eyes so you let me be.
Hold me again please or I shall not speak.

©

I know your name,
But do you know mine.
Everlasting features,
You will have,
Theres beauty in your sings.
You glisten in the dawn of lights.
Catastrophic Atmospheres,
Can only determine real beauty if you unwind.
I watch you from a distance,
At least when I ever I get a chance.
You know my name though,
You just don't know,
My heart for you is on demand.
So do you really know my name.
Secrets tell lies,
By the time it reaches it first recipient,
It already said its first cry.
Nothing underneath or between it,
No blank slates,
But no hieroglyphic signs,
To show you my heart.
My heart races against time,
To take a look upon your face,
Your beauty is only shown,
In the deepest part of memories grace.
I could only see you in my dreams I spew,
Counting down the moment,
When I wake only not to see you.
Do you know my name?

I miss it,
The thing that ticks.
Oh no wait,
The thing that switches on,
And make the click sound.

I miss the terror of the night,
The comfort that lays on my bedside.
I miss the rain,
Being drench in the water creating the perfect scene.
I miss the cool layers of an ice cream,

I lick it once and its mouth-watering,
I lick it again,
And it sooth me.
I miss the blistering sunny day,
Just a drive,

Or to have karaoke,
Making it the perfect beach day.
Then I miss the missing,
In total absolute awe of the thought,
Although I ‘m missing right now.

I’m missing the part of me,
That yearns for a delicious touch,
Maybe then Santa Clause will bring me some luck.


© Robyn Neymour

Witch Laughs – (NUHAHAHUHHAHA)

I stirred the ***, I stirred the ***,
To bake the cake I love a lot.
I laughed at him,
As I chuckled a chant,
And drank a bottle of Razz and Cran.
It was on ice my belly did love.
I am the witch that has no love.
My words contrary as I stir,
Stir the *** for the cake I love for a cure.
I did some hocus pocus,
That made me mad,
But I loved it so,
Like my last comrade,
That I did choke on when I ate,
My laughter pleased me,
As my eating count was only eight.
I mixed and stirred the cake indeed,
I did at my utmost speed.
“I thought to myself,”
The witch did say,
I’ll keep my mind as a piece,
For another day.
She laughed at her face oh indeed,
The witch ate hearts,
Though she had no need.
I am the witch insanely me
Come and set my crooked mind free.
I stirred the ***, I stirred the ***.
Witch Laughs – (NUHAHAHUHHAHA)

©

Inspire the light in your mind.
Create the thoughts you never dreamed of.
Seek after the distance you'd never go.
Run after that which you say you can't achieve.
Climb on that which you can't hold on to.
Maybe then you will turn on the light,
That is waiting to be lit in your mind.

©

In time I will learn how to be faithful.
In time I will learn how to adjust to your human nature.
In time I will know when to touch you.
At the right moment know when to caress you.

In time I will love you.
In time you will play with my emotions.
In time we will dance.
In that time I will be your heart’s desire.

In time I will be loyal to you.
Once upon a time there was love.
Time will correct that.
In time I will leave and will never look back.

In time you will return as a matter fact.
This time it will be the second time around,
And until l learn in time it’ll happen again.
In time I will learn that you’re just fooling with me.

In time I will leave again.
This time left.
In time the future will fast-forward.
In time you will wish you had the power to rewind time.

In time you will see me playing with my kids.
In time you will watch from the shadows as I give my husband a kiss.
In time I will wonder about you my heart not fully healed.
In time your death will come,
It is that time the true love story will be revealed.

But only in time.

©

Iguana of diamonds,
Sand sea and sun,
Little children in sight,
Attractions of light,
Natives of love,
Decorative cities, what night.

Island’s of the Bahamas beauty as can be,
What more fun than playing with dolphins in the sea.
Creative costumes, dancers so bright,
The music dramatized, Feel the rush it’s a site.
Nothing more beautiful than the island themselves,
Well except the people willing to give help.
Pineapples, peas and rice, pink sand, flamingoes, and some conch salad,
Not forgetting the “KALIK,” cause’ “IT’S A BAHAMIAN TING”.
Blue, Black and Aquamarine, was just described to you,
All in the Islands Love.
Come and enjoy the exciting experience too!
My Bahama Land!

©

Do I write to cure my mind of the things unseen,
By any other human being,
To regain strength from the pain?
That solemnly remains,
In my heart relentlessly stopping me,
From pleasures that are gained?
Am I the one that’s standing alone in the rain?
Or am I myself the rain?
Is it me that is untamed,
Causing bad weather that strikes the pulmonary vein?
Though my thoughts I try to contain.
Am I like hurricane Katrina?
Yet not wanting to cause harm to New Orleans.
So can I relate myself to hurricane Jane?
Who quickly passes over the Bahamas,
Not causing too much disaster,
But after Francis what else is there to be seen?
Did I change everything,
Because it looks like everything’s the same.
Even without me there will be someone with my name.
Just not my fingerprints though, they would have never came.
So really is the world the same without me,
Or would it have a different frame?
©

I the poet,
Is in need of speech,
In need of great,
Artistic hands.

In need of everything,
Except my own heart.
That is failing me,
That is my weakness.

I the poet,
Can’t utter words,
Or put them together,
To make me feel strong.

To fathom the way I feel,
Through music, through art,
Through theatre, poetry,
The creativity in my mind.

I the poet is need of answers,
To continue to write,
Instead of expressing myself,
Only to lurk after the answers.

Time will make me wait,
This I do understand,
They say time heals all wounds,
But my wounds are being reopened.

I the poet then,
Then question the undoing,
The reopening of,
A weak and bleeding heart.

I want to feel the air you breathe,
No touch of romance,
But your eyes I want to see.

I want to feel the way your heart beats,
Just to be content,
With the words your voice speak.

I want my face to be lit,
Even threw our negativity,
So that my soul can preach.

I want you to be able,
To ignite my heart on fire,
So that it can blaze through the night.

See your eyes twinkle,
As a glass for the stars
at midnight.

Your aura will be distinct,
If we’re in a crowd of millions,
As if I’m tranquilized to defeat.

Connection to the soul,
Will bring us to the ground,
As time unwinds.

So to love will be forever,
Until you disappear,
So I’m waiting for you love,
To **** reappear.

© Robyn Neymour

I write to express the way I feel,
Without the ability to write my emotions,
Feelings, expressions won't be free.
I won't be able to reach to my angels,
They won't be able to wrap me in their arms.
I won't be able to experience beauty, in its own light,
With my own thoughts, and tell the world.
My soul won't feel relieved when I'm hiding from the pain,
I won't have nothing to gain lost on the soul train
Is probably where I'd remain.
My lips were already seal before I knew I could write.
Quiet in my own dimension I felt lost though I was in sight.
My abilities grew when I was determined to express.
The the words came, and my writing became fearless.
So now at night I'm writing again not only to speak to my wounds,
But to also reach to others and help my friends.
I write to enlighten my world and whats around me,
I could live in a fantasy, but I can't ignore what I see.
So i write both worlds, yours and mine,
Expressions are but is his or hers verses yours verses mine.

©

Kiss me a thought,
I ask of thee.
To heal my wounded soul,
I crave for thee.

The creepy cold feeling,
That I long for,
It steals my soul away,
Wanting more and more...

Purge my lips,
With the essence of your love.
For the whispers of your heart,
Are cold and unsure.

Darkness enrich the air,
Yet I long to be with you.
Racing through my mind,
My thoughts are askew.

Render me a kiss,
In the shallow sea.
That I may see your pity,
And my soul will be free.

Kiss Me A Thought

©

The acoustic guitar plays softly, in the background of a critiqued ball room as he made his entrance. The attention of the audience fell upon him; As he walked readily towards the dance floor, The melody of the flute and the rhythm of the bass guitar, Dramatized his beauty. The spectators in fear, but his passion so real, As I stared into his eyes, that made beauty felt unreal everything else that surrounded me disappeared. He focused his eyes on the dance floor they began to whisper; Who will he choose? Who has to leave now? He flashed his eyes upon the viewers that were once in shock, now in terror, but their ****** expression in awe. The apothegm states that he continually seeks for the one that would heal his disease but bound to the power of the earth’s forces, his determined, stunning eyes will never be able to reveal, the secret one that can heal. The bass drums play wildly as he shows the crowd his fury. The once stunned viewers now begin to panic, but I draw myself closer. Before I could reach him someone else got in the way. “I would like to die” was the words I know her to repeatedly say. He gently pushed himself away in anger. He looked around the ball room, and observed the reaction of the audience to his response. They’re now in astonishment. He then stopped and his focal point was clear. The piano and the cello played softly to become one with his voice. He said to me “let us dance.” I’m frightened, the majority of the onlookers left in a daze. My vision weakened before our dance began. He smiled, and as he looked upon my face all the instruments faded away. He said to me is this your last dance? Will you leave us tonight? I’m the kiss of death will you close your eyes forever or will you leave me in delight?”

What a beauty, treasure in the night.
I opened the box filled with light.
It dazzled in my eyes as I graciously approached it.
Then fear took me over and I didn't want to show it.
The box that once sparked my attention,
Engraved my soul.
The purity that it once showed me,
Now is just a box of pure hard worthless gold.
I stared at it as he touched me,
Though we did end up dancing in the night.
He reminded me that there is both pleasure and darkness in this world tonight.
Life he tangled me with his love, drove me insane.
The treasure in the box only then laughed at me.
Taken by suprise I was able to shock the treasure box
And its treasure which once looked like gold, now a pile of rocks.
Life then glanced at me, because now I was in control.
To play with a wounded soul would be the darkness of a heart made of gold.
Life.

©

Creativity I fear,
Being unaware of the past and present possessions.
I lost control of it,
I utter the words that my finger tips once molded.
I am that I am without even expressing it.
Controlling myself within.
Unbelievably spoken out,
As harsh white clouds,
Looking abruptly at the trees that sway gently in the wind.
Creativity where have you been,
Cracked, shattered, my iris withers.
Now to men I’m colour blind.
I’m finding my way.
No colour in the eyes,
Creativity shall continue to hide.

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Calculate the amount of time I waited for you in seconds,
Then you will know the amount of miles the earth is from the sun.
Friendship is often the outcome, of remaining in earth’s boundaries.
I’d settle for Pluto or maybe Mars,
All on their axis, Nothing is more powerful than the stars.
For the stars create imageries, or shoot for millions of miles,
And seeing the big dipper, would often give us smiles.
I’d see the land in which I live,
As I bask on nothing else but faint less gravity.

Occupied by colors, I’d forget about it all,
The beauty of the universe, its atmosphere and all.
The beautiful star, the Sun, shines so bright,
My heart already melting from the painter’s canvas in the night.
It’s time to drive the spaceship, forgetting we were already there.
To many buttons to press, nothing says beware.
So we traveled to Jupiter, The Scorpio and I,
Fearfully in love I close my eyes,
As the spaceship rides, and finally friendship says goodbye.

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Provide me the space,
To encounter your love.
Is there any reason,
Why I shouldn’t.

Mark the essence of your soul,
On my skin.
Your velvet touch,
Purifies my soul.

You lead me blindly,
You terrify my soul,
You corrupt my mind,
You terrify my thoughts.
Though I’m hanging;

Hanging on a thin thread,
That oversees my thoughts,
Understand my beginning,
And keeps my end away from me.

© 2011
Robyn G Neymour

Lustful eyes, Death rolling grip,
Shatters my soul, With an enticing Kiss.
With every ******, Desiring pleasure,
I lose my sense of passion.
There’s only engraving marks on your skin,
To remember my touch.
Your arms would be considered tattoos new fashion.
Memorable sites, I begin to forget as you get deeper in.

You poured red wine slowly into its glass,
With every drip I thought nothing else would last.
Senseless creativity longing to be taught,
Transformed me into something what was once just a thought.
Finally it tipped over, and the screaming began,
Screams of pleasure, and pain all in a trance.
The beauty of the feeling is now taught to strangers to it.

Wine began to spread on the carpet,
For they perfectly intertwine with each other.
Nothing out of place, you hold me in your arms.
Gracefully you began again, this time not so patiently.
Three days later we both wanted to relive the past,
And at last the pain and pleasure began again.
Not reliving the moment again but creating a future opportunity,
The very knowledge of having our first child.

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