You in your wait, me and in mine, we've brought to a halt our whole LIFE for awhile your garden sprouted new seeds I don't want to live nor die without you You've gone willow on me I blame only me Hear my plee and re-appear bless me ágain babe Pick me up from this dessert land where only evil passes by to steal my last portion of bread. my last earned dime. I am homeless near your gold mine and frozen wind turbines in your power bless me. Please fortune maker build me an abode. Save me from this homeless exiled purgatory. I've paid for my mistakes I am only human spare me. ~~~~~~~~~~ Karijinbba
need your help need you be my friend. 1678-517-5066 loving you only you eternally bless me only you can stop my slippery slide you got power to stop it help me please
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, put old lines from different pieces and call it a poem:>
when fantasy is an exile from reality our souls glide not exist when the insensible is reasoned insensibly our feelings become the blood flow itself on vessels knit
when we our found in a breathless surrounding somehow our breathes are meaningful and we are blessed in love on earth is some of what we imagined now if we didn't find it on it we would have invented it
for the happiness is a factor and the hope is hopeless without a smell of grace so surreal of how the other's presence excludes the sad chapter words on red cheeks become to faint in pace
the place empty on a canvas is painted and the dark finds the light it never knew after tongue pauses the say acquainted to speak in stares that fill up the silence's hue
but fair is not fair for a reason thoughts muffled like an invisible bottle of wine the heart wins to a self mind treason and the pearl burdens the ago better than a dime
You weren't vertical with your rhyme, na brov you weren't a stand alone dime. Throwing it in the air and landing face down, you now horizontal laughable like a clown.
But we ain't here to watch you blow up, more like deflate, claiming this was a set up. Tripping over your words like a stuttering F.. ***… k you... and there's ya muttering...
No one follows you, more like your wife walking out on the embarrassment, **** blocking you as she got an itch that wasn't seven years, more like size matters and yours were in arrears.
Look I don't want to put you down, I want to hit you so hard you feel it in the next life. Llease quit cos you haven't got what it takes to spit lyrics you have dry mouth, your words are you own critics.
I don't like mustaches and you remembered You kept it till last December When you knew you'd see me one last time You dropped out of highschool for an extra dime My friends say you're not good for me And I understand A dropout and the girl with the principal as her biggest fan But I live for the moments we have together From Subway dates to running home in bad weather My friends don't get how happy I am How I understand that you aren't a good guy, but not a bad man You have a warrant out for your arrest But I sometimes fail my tests We all have our bad things, we regret and don't flaunt But you are not one of mine, and I'm of yours I hope not A bad analogy I understand, but take a moment to see what you can He's a sweetheart and a charmer for sure But he loves me for me and that's pure I dont get guys like that much if at all these days And I know he means good intentions in all of his ways As bad as they may be And my friends remind me We mustn't judge a book from the cover Simple as can be
On a dime it turns Vertical and sharper than any knife Falling to one side Suddenly And the next thing you know You’re not there anymore In life
This is about sudden change and the shift in perspective. How quickly things turn on this human earth. Like finding songs, changing directions and the like. Some things just pop up out of the nothingness of the unexpected life. Why? Why did you choose? Why did you try? Or not... Just because. LOL.
Stock them high was the order of the day In queues one by one, they flock shops A social warehouse of common sales Slashed home events, buy one get one
On a balcony I sip Chai Latte swiftly Masses line up on spotlight street path Each drawn in enterprises of expenditure A dime for a good, a rhyme to amass more
Coloured triangle on the forehead illuminates A third eye, a seer pry, mood eased to try Our eyes meet and my tiled notebook melt Sing my heart don't protest,soul free to sate
We lost in narrowed jungles strolling multiples Outer casts giggling, deep withering multiplex Pasted blocks of concrete as loneliness replies A vice subtle, an automated paradigm in demise
Thanks J for a lovely day out, my soul is free to sate. I had a triangular pyramid on my forehead and you never questioned my spontaneity. I couldn't quite explain to people what the painted triangle on my forehead was, they really cannot understand..... I tried to be understood.Live life...Love Art....***