vanilla and cream
with a drip of sweet honey
be ready to lick

A myth untold
A torn page flew
A book, unfold
In the wind it blew

My thoughts, my write
I cannot seem to find
A gist of fright
No pages to bind

Why, my mind
You cannot think
Help me rewind
These eyes I blink

Instead you wonder
In the ruins here
A lot to ponder
If he was near

A writer, proud
I wanted to be
He did not encourage
Nor hoped to see

In these ruins found are pages
Ripped, torn lying naked
Its been long, its been ages
Piece by piece stuck forsaken

It was my fate
To have left you
Even if it's late
I'll still wait for you

From these ruins I oversee
The city where we used to be
Now I have all to give
In torn pages, here I live


©sim

I know what you’re thinking
And you’re right
That thing that vibrates
Bringing complete delight

There's different sizes
Awesome colors too
Instead of a man
AA batteries will do

Anytime you want or
Any time you ask
A ***** will provide you
With completing the task

You can shut it off
Put it in a drawer
Try doing that with a man
Just another option to explore...

so many questions
i don’t want the answer to
a black plague of thoughts

Let the stars fly away
and leave the moon shining,
With You and I dancing
under the light until morning,

Hear the music playing
to the tune of heartbeats
Spiral waltz into the atmosphere
in the circle of our heat.

Swing under the moonlight
and be lost in love’s delight,
Souls in unison, while shaking,
and twisting in the night,

Fantasy performed in the body
moving from side to side,
Magical pleasure the souvenirs
reminisce with pride.

Imagine the night where the moon
glows in a fountain
The tiniest lives from natures hive
paddle in the ripples,
Lift the mind into the songs
with a picturesque scene that dazzles

And you smile in that moment
to cast a wishful token,
With one look into faith
at dreams destiny create, unspoken

The amazing aura in which
our desire can participate,
Leaving moves in photos
to embrace the ambiance found.
Being romantic; the party stood
silhouette around,

Shadows swing from the walls
unto the dance floor,
You hear the sound but your body
cries out for more.

Into the moonlight
eyes blinded by heavenly bliss,
And the glittering stars appear
in the halo of a kiss.

“T'was the night before Christmas ...”
and Santa was busy.
The reindeer were antsy
the elves in a tizzy.

The missus was tending
the ovens like mad
And turning out cookies
to make children glad.

The wood chips were flying
the sawdust was thick
The workshop was bulging
with toys from St. Nick.

Contractors from Sega,
Nintendo and Sony
Were working on games
(and a robotic pony).

Iphones and Ipads
(with virus removal)
Were packed in their boxes
and stamped "Elf Approval".

Last minute touches
were added with flair
While elf stylists tended
to Santa's white hair.

Elf tailors were making
some last alterations
To Santa's red coat
and his waist tribulations.

The weather was fair
as the weather-elf stated
The routes were approved
and departure was slated.

Bells had been polished
and harnesses buffed
While repairs were addressed
for the hoofs that were scuffed.

The antlers were festooned
with ribbons and bells
And the reindeer were covered
with elf flying spells.

The clock approached
midnight as Santa was seated.
The countdown began
as the flight crew was greeted.

H-hour neared
and the tension was growing.
Outside it grew cloudy
and then, began snowing.

But Santa just grinned
as the weather-elf winced.
"Don't worry, my friend.  
Our time has commenced."

For the weather was nothing
to Santa's conveyance.
His reindeer and sleigh
were immune to"delay-ance".

With a whirl of his whiskers
and a flick of his wrist
The reindeer were launched
in a flash of white mist.

And I heard him exclaim
through his teleport ray:
"ALERT TSA. Tell 'em
I'm on my WAY!"