Stay well beautiful childs Of this night Of this night forever My fragile child of strung silver white hair And that air echoes forever My silver child of the endless shores My angel child sing for me Of dreams and angel things Stand strong in the evening wind Bend as though an angel in prayer And sing for me of the endless
You know it's times like these my child Where I could spit in the wind That I could break the evening waves That like a light in the dark I'm searching for a way to go on For I've got a reason but she's a distance away It's been years of searching The decades echo on And I'm still here with my long hair and gnarled skin But it's amazing what a woman can do So I search on for you And I'll make her hair the silver streams And her body the cradle of the valley And the rising mountain sides And her lips the sweetest kiss for you I'll make her ***** so soft and warm And her voice of angel's harmony And I'll scratch on in the darkness Black with my claws until I find her flaws Even and smooth and her love here just for you And if I find her flaws I don't care it's a wide world And her smile like the sun Like the gates in the mountainside And may her river flow and slake our thirst And if I find her flaws I'll smooth them over for you May her crown shine as though the radiance in the sky And I shall dance in her fires And her eyes rejoice for we are her lovers May her breast heave with joy for we are her ones And if I find her flaws I'll smooth them over for you And may her belly be deep and dire with the darkest lust for life And love for me and you And may her heart burst with love and stand true
As though the bend of that angel in prayer And the song that sings on in the open air
I suppose this poem was really inspired by my dire requite for love, by my dire need for love and the ****** and Venusian allure typified in depiction by the beauty represented by my lovers - as though an effigy of Cythera's impart themselves.
Where is it that you find your wonder? 'neath the rainclouds with pitchfork collecting lightning, in thunder? ******* is king, Ecstasy queen. Phet is my thing with morning caffeine. Six days and five nights, the things that I've seen. The rabbits and spiders in the *** noodle canteen.
Where is it that you find your wonder? 'neath the sun with secateurs collecting the fruits of agriculture. Health is king, love is queen. In this new life, sober this spring.
The English language knows no accurate Description Of feeling “In love”
Of the creeping smile When they enter your head; Of the ecstacy When they fill your bed. When you lie together Skin on skin, A head on a shoulder Nestled in. Of the agony Of parting ways – Forever, or sometimes Only for days.
L – O – V – E Just one word.
Love for a child: Love for a god: Love for a parent: Pet: Friend: Love of house: Love of home: Love of sun, Sea, fresh air! Love for a partner: Love for a lover; They certainly bare traits Of one another… With a partner we may have Real love; Care, concern, Empathy, And sometimes we flash That in-love feel: Apaixionados. Empassioned.
Can we not behold the beauty of Passion For what it is? No pressure for the passion To deepen into love, No pressure to make plans To obey systems we despise, No next steps, Heart wrecks No expect-ations.
Just that creeping smile When they enter your head; And the ecstacy When they fill your bed.