How great it feels to conform
Shackled, restrained by norm
Because dragons won't win
Against the fighter planes
And hellfire missiles
Are better than dragonfire
The magical place of peace    
Never touched by pollution
Away from industrial reality
Bullets will take away the light
Strongmen will put out embers
But the war cry of secret rebellion
Will summon the forbidden being
That will once again shine in gray clouds
And the being shall smote the heretic
As the legendary sword of freedom
Will make itself known to the risky
Adventures ragged but shining
Wide thinkers and everdrowsy dreamers
Descendants of crazies and misunderstoods
They hold the magic that allows them
To choose whatever path the story goes
Like the chaotic place called "poem"
Imaginary beasts and sceneries
Not bound by boundaries of these mortals
You hold the magic that will allow you
To choose whatever path the story goes
Like this chaotic place called "poem"

Penny vase made from
the brown voided canyon rusting.
Friends that were made of waste,
they said time was simply turning,
the boat spoke back and said the depth of ones nature
could walk on water
But a deep voice
Was all that sprayed in pungent
aerosol and
displeasure.

Do we need to be on the same boat?
To drift into the beguiling surf?
Altogether
Better if we were dispersed
Dropped by the caving soft curve
Sliding through the unseen wash, watching your muddy glare.
Track the force in
blueberry motion
pulling and pushing us,
a sollen hand
and flying sleeve
The touch of flaunting fingertips and strings,
The fluttering wick
Swing and swished.

The chest of wonders beaming
Transmitting
a map
and lines like hay and wires
They were all exposed in the lines of her eyes
Maps

You frightened me that sleepy day
The dusted arsenal stick
Casted me on a rod made of hibiscus dew and syrup
A venomous hook that entangled my earrings
The push and her wave of desire,
Maps
To her treasure,
Reeled it now all over her wet webbed feet.
Caged,
Maps
and pressure
of the rocks falling against the time ticking
Hours away from the swaying shore.

Is it the air that breaks out through the sphere of vapor?
Or, does it say they're in to popular music?
What a weird poem
To write today
My head's too dizzy
With eyes, too sleepy.

To love is to share life together
To build special plans just for two
To work side by side and then smile with pride
As one by one, dreams all come true.

To love is to help and encourage
With smiles and sincere words of praise
To take time to share to listen and to care
In tender, affectionate ways.

To love is to have someone special
One who you can always depend
To be there through the years, sharing laughter and tears
As a partner, a lover, a friend.

To love is to make special memories
Of moments you love to recall
Of all the good things that sharing life brings
That love is the greatest of all.

No one else in the world can even compare,
You're ideal and so is this love that we share.
We have so much more than I ever thought we would,
I love you more than I ever thought I could.

I promise to give you all I have to give,
I'll do anything for you as long as I live.
Because of you, my world is now whole,
Because of you, love lives in my soul.

In your eyes I see our present, our future and past,
By the way you look at me I know we may last.
Because of you, I have laughter in my eyes,
Because of you, I am afraid of good-byes

I hope that one day you'll come to realize,
How perfect you are when seen through my eyes.
All I ever wanted was to be part of your heart,
And for us to be together, to never be apart.
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