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i
youth is your neighbour's Bee
hive wax, candle lights, flickering Flame
lovely sorrounding delicate contours
on a pale gently shaped face

ii
thou eyes still shine with
chesnuts burning flambouyant
charcoals, who can lit Free choice
of will and thoughts of Heart

iii
eclipses of centuries covereth
you, waiting for a Cosmic chariot
to take this moonsoon romance forth
holding the Sky's beau crinoline

iv
I feel wurthering imagination
floating and tearing my passion for You
when Thee become Thou in my deepest
love passion taking chapeau off
~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
~
Poet of love and beauty
Cliffy Buglione Apr 2014
He running a line to your ear
There is armageddon coming
Everything crashed
But running...........

Gotta jive
   A rabid dragon
  Like Uganda
He dangerous as
   psychotic moonsoon fever
He eat poison spider
His stench paralyse the bible.

Jesus killer
The earth doesn't move
This conscience
This is where we are in humaity
This you - This me

Looking like a snake
                    in a hurricane
He flip his smile
                    for a fix of crack *******.

Him come wid a high priest's
                              warning.
Talked aboutta tragic morning
He is the Jesus killer.

Your mother must never know
Don't give him
           Time to grow
He is the Jesus killer
I told you many deaths ago
Don't let him grow-
The Jesus killer.
arsonpoet  May 2023
undeserving
arsonpoet May 2023
i am terrible at explaining this feeling. the feeling of not being enough. The feeling of sacrificing life's gold to obtain silver. they say human relationships are pure but what's pure in exchanges which only speak of dreams and desires? what's so pure in exchanges of commodities between souls when the essence of love evaporates in the potency of moonsoon. i think i have done enough for everyone. the emptiness in me is nothing but an anthem of loss of meaning in the miniscule negotiations of life's key moments. and the only way to escape losing my essence is to stop injuring myself and healing the same scars. all over again.
an observation into the innocuous piety of my life.
Rain is not only drops of water. It is the LOVE of sky 4 earth. They never meet each other but send LOVE this way. Enjoy the LOVE of nature. HAPPY WINTER MOONSOON.
Kwabena Antwi Jun 2018
conFusion

emotions RUN rampant

inDeCision

like the path of moonSoon windS

screams, Yells and cries

Music in discoRd

fear aLL around

elepHants traMple on grasses

grasses, NOWHERE to hide

young plead with old

OLD PLEAD WITH DEATH
When mum and dad fight.
Md Iqbal Hossen  May 2018
The Sky
Md Iqbal Hossen May 2018
Let them fly in the sky
Their limit will never be confined.
They are unbound Prometheus
Who dares to hold their mind?

The are the sparkling fire
They are the flame
They are the diamond mine
In the coal frame.

They are the tidal river
They are the waves
The are the moonsoon rain
In the cave's Shade.

They are the Roman Casear
They are the hero
They can change impossible
As daylights true.

They are all unstopable
Anywhere can fit
Dream is their unbounded
Sky is the limit.
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2020
Wishing I wasn't so serious
Fishing for fleeting peace

Wondering if I should have ever
Read those geniuses from ancient Greece

Life is so short and painful
But my god the beauty moon!

The sky might go on forever
But I'll be gone quite soon
Step up to the club,
Like im the man,
Dennis Rodman, but no rebound man,
Yall others gotta take a stand,
Witness the band,
Neptunes, providin' the beat goons, makes for moonsoon,
Floodin' the rooms,
Once the lyrics boom,
Inside ya nostrils, like perfume,
Sweeped like a broom,
Hook got cha consumed,
Feel the dance that zooms,
Inside ya body,
****** shots, of adrenaline, front maids to middle men,
Throw ya chips in,
No need for clips in,
We get it crackin', smackin, critics who say wack we was then,
Bumpin, cadillac music
Country *******,
Still ridin' twinkies on the truck, press ya luck, make all haters duck,
These gooses showin' trueces,
Once my team infiltrate,
Y'all cant shoot us,


Now we know you aint about nothin,
Make ya jump more than Joe Budden,
On these rhymes, we stay cuttin,
Sound the percussion,
End of discussion,
Smoother than David Ruffin,
Critics stay bluffin,
Madel cuz we made somethin',
Out of nothin,
Now all of sudden, they see the charts smokin,
Once i was set on fire, respect the sire, referred to as the Messiah,
Messa similar to Telsa,
And i dare ya,
To step on this, track and field, let these words shield,
If eyes could ****,
Itll be lotta folks with no healz,
Put me in jail, and ill still bail,
Out with counterfit bills,
I Keeps it real, like flesh hots bullets of the steel,
My ambition tryna reach to a bill,
Without courts tryna get a steal,



Girls crowdin' around me,
Latinas call me papi,
Still sip the Brugal,
But never sloppy,
We call head toppy,
To the leechers, tryna copy,
My styles is incredible,
Non-edible,
You ***** pitiful, put it back to rehearsal,
Expose those, records labels payin' you, playin' you,
Im bout to gass you,
No lite for flames, rid of lames,
I climb higher,
Than Lebron James, make ya say again,
In the rain like Cain, gather ya ear drums in a sang,
Brains is clang, its clubber time, dropped in the rhyme,
Now its in the divine timeline, greatest beats, of all time,
Pinned like a sign,
Press play then rewind, as ya mind to speech, deeply inclined,

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