Breathless Words

Soul to soul her words flowed the letters were elegant as she they had this bolden quality a richness
then her face was superimposed on the paper up in the left hand corner the paper was it self able to
evoke emotion light brown flowers and buterflies colorfuly purple ran down the right side then the
writing seemed but whisps visible but tendrils that are so cast as tiny to the point of airyness but that
was where the emotional timbres they struck a cord divisions inserted into layers that lay heavy on the
page pure heart some what disturbing crackled a liveness cried to be heard a call was spreading across
a waste land this velvet verdue capitalized on scarsity the emptyness gave it greater apaeal it spoke in a
whisper and you strained to hear you must hear when wonder sings there is always an audiense she
divised words that were robed in color and vibrancy your breath was cought ebbing and flowing her
thoughts were winged angels they called with hallwoed tounges their words were counter weights to
the usal run of the mill chit chat her perpodours words stood in great banks in the sky her words were dark and
raging at times and then turned white it was as she was fencing great sections of land then the storm
broke the pain came in torents this liquid rain expressed demoanized parts of what she vehemitantly
sought to express and then it slowed to a roll over the landscape of her life then it was glory noble it was
as you were whisked in to a great white church you stood by the altar as she pureified her deeepest soul
she confronted loss those dark corners in the lives of lovers it is not perfeclty clear but possibly one had
strayed it seemed she was making marks that represented death black and treacheous she wrote from
the very whip lashes on her heart they had healed but they left scar tissue her fingers passed over them
then she transfured them to the keys shame disgrace visted in the most beautiful chamber of their love
now it would forever remain a darkness in otherwise the show place of love and its achievments she had
a fire that was exzilarting it had the element that burned untamed places and when the new growing
came it was now clean the visual mastery that when observed is stunning she detailed the defining
moments that only love can birth this was one thing she said I love that magic. I hope it is a magic that
last “forever” be enthralled when you kiss your beloved know not you are planting seeds that drift over
filelds of forever they rise on the country breeze they travel to as the song says ole tangers and amid the
Pyrimids along the Nile they stall speachless at the foot of Kilamajoro they traverse the bluest sea to the
swaying of the hula and then they with this romantic thickness bend under the weight there only
definition and reality in this case lies at your feet live the dream girl

Do you know?
For you
I was wandering
i still remember those days
When I was wandering
When  I travelled by barefooted miles away
When I was lost in the world of selfishness
People i faced hardly had kindness.
Do you know?
For you.
I was wandering to & fro to find you
With out food and without boots
Torned cloths and a stiched blanket
Being Wrapped to hide my face
In cloudy weather or sunny days
Seemed everyday to be same
Do you know?
For you
I was wandering
Just like streets were mine.
But Strange places & strange people
cause of staggering while walking was tiredness not wine.
People started staring at me
& scared by me.
They fled distance away from me.
I stumbled 'fell down & scraped my knee.
Do you know?
for you
I was wandering
I was too much hungry
I leaned to touch a muddy loaf
That threw somebody from roof
Eventually I visted close to your house
I tried to knock your door
Instead of welcome
You pushed me and yelled to go
I concealed my face & hid my tears
Likewise I was unknown to you for many years.
Do u know?
For you
I was wandering
Cuz I was too much gloomy & sad
I didn't care people spit upon me or kicked me out
But was not expecting this
You failed to know me & my love
My insanity condition
My rambling as wayfarer
Behind my crazyness
Reason was you
Cuz I love you.
Do you know?
For you
I was wandering
In the sands
Wonderful lands
Now I always pray to GOD
Give me patience & save me
Never lead me astray
I returned back to home
Caring me my dad & mom
& now I am normal
Thank you
Do you know
Reason is only you....

By Shaffu...

Listen.
And listen close to the conservative view.
These are the folks that pushes morals values upon you.
When family's manners would do.

Listen.
And listen immensely to the things they say.
And you'll realize many doesnt live life that way.

For the travellers that travel over seas.
You realize the countries they visited has liberal freedoms of ways.
In Brazil, even with their moral codes of conduct.
They must have visted places of great imagunative wonders.
From all indication.
Their beaches and culture is celebrated with honor.
And you never here the conservatives say anything different.
When they returns to America.

Listen closely.
To when they speak.
They usually alert you that even their moral conduct is weak.
When they get caught or exposed from their love affairs.

It reminds you of many millionaires.
Once they get richer.
They tries to eliminate theirs.

Other continents has amazing ways.
Ask a liberal?
And they will mention they have limited to doing things.

Go to France.
Go to Mexico.
Go to Spain.
And you'll find these region will attract you to play.

Go to Italy.
Go to England.
Go to Ireland or Scotland.
And you'll get caught up in the joy of the people.

Except, listen closely to the conservative view.
And watch the ways they tries to say they didn't play.
When we know even in America, love always find its way.

She promisicuous people say.
But have you noticed,
The good men that came her way.
They not the type you would expect.
And not all of them totally henpecked.

When she called a freak.
Many just join in.
Least, until they figure out.
One were their man.


Pastors, postmen and even the police.
Have example your favor?
Just for the thrill taste.

Strangest thing of them all.
Is when the politicians makes their usual call.

Who's to say she's not a lady?
She probably taught many that visted her.
What to bring to the love table?

We describes, exactly what a lady should be?
But behind doors.
That's not the scene.
They pretends to be strippers.
Or some type fantasy that became a reality.

It just that the lose woman.
Don't hide her schemes.
So everyone called her a freak.
Some behind her back.
Others to her face.

But when many are exposed upon the news.
It's the lady of society that respected by many.
That seems to be living a lie.

So, Who's truly the freak?
Before our very eyes.

I visted with a good friend today
It has been such a long while
I pulled up a bench, reached out my hands
And gave her a comfortable smile

She has never questioned my intentions
Nor asked me the reason why
After so many years I would leave her alone here
As much as she fulfills my life

For when we are wrapped up in each other
A sweet melody so often plays
I caress her ever so gently
Just the two of us as the world fades away

I never realized how much I miss her
Without hesitation she takes me back again
What we have is so far from over
My lover, my friend, my baby grand

It's spelled the Irish way
The old Gaelic notes that ring when you say it after a few beers
Sluggishly lulling through the world while you find the rhythm of living vicariously
You stated once so boldly
I was the only reason you should save
You called the way I live
Brave  
Licking the copper clean as it whistles
craving a soul
Like I stand
another goal
But the sun slips in these autumn months
Ive visted the same places
Each kicked back bitter
different from the latter
you maniacally send me
Chapter after chapter

I wish I could just roll the windows down
Run through each noun
as it hits my ear
Turn in the moments I lived in fear
Cash them in for a year
Like the way you effortlessly describe me
Forgetting the constant flux of my
Internal neuroses

Murmers flood the alleys of the streets
Bustling feet stomp in unrythmic beats

At the edge of a bridge she stared at the distance
Ignorant of the man she stole with her innocense

He found her standing, looking light
But knew she was using all of her might

He smiled at her with such charm and zeal
He caught her eye with emotions so real

They laughed and chatted for what seemed like hours
They shared thoughts of everything, form pancakes to flowers

He didnt know what his words were doing
He didnt know her emotions were brewing

Each visted the bridge almost everyday
Trying to bump into eachother in some way

To flirt and blush and speak of madhatters
Soon sharing more of intamite matters

With him her walls dropped, no longer on defense
He made the colors of the world burn more intense

Not long they began parting by hugging goodbye
Till the next day they'ld meet, she watched the seconds tick by

With every embrace he held her tighter,
And the stars they shined just a little bit brighter