I shall paint, your Portrait Tonight. As U unwrap, your Fashion. To picture, your Beautiful Soul. With all it's Freedom and Passion. Lips I shall paint, in Rosy Pink and Eyes, in Lightish Blue. Coz when U smile at Me...Darling. I'm lost in the Universe, with U. I shall sharpen, all your Curves. Hope My Eyes, don't go Blind. Coz seeing your Beauty, My Love. Even a Saint, will lose His Mind. Soon My Masterpiece, will be ready. So Don't fall off to Sleep. We can Romance all Night.....Honey. The Memories, We both can Keep.
Path appeared As he walked on the path The walk was smooth Till the path turned into two paths One lead to his wife The other to his girl friend He was now confused It took him time to decide The wife and the girl friend got worried Set out in search of him Path appeared As they walked on their path Both reached The common path Where he stood confused Reality came to the fore They both stripped him of his clothes He sits naked there till date He declared him a saint He has now many women followers Shows them door to heaven No body dares to touch the saint Politicians and police touch his feet He shows them the path Path appears As they walk on the path
Horrid actions Taken; Lives lived for lives Forsaken; Hapless people living Broken; Caved in throats With words unspoken. Hurting era of Lost desire; Hateful speakers, Smoldering fires; Storms that threaten, Not just the weather; People that won't work together. Hate and anger Running free- Sickening, and twisting me. In this world That speaks of doom, Living, trapped, inside our rooms; Every day, the news gone bad- Needling us, To make us mad; A thousand things, Innundating; The disaster In which we are participating. I cant unsee Or deny These things, events That make me cry- But I wont give in, And thusly lie; That its all ok, Everything is fine.
He has strived to survive He is keeping himself alive He knows his responsibilities He is bringing life stability They preach him salvation Many die of starvation Cyclic is the nature of the Creation There is no final destination Gloomy pictures he stops to paint He refuses to be a saint
Rip the saintly halo From above your hallowed brow To see how it obscured A deep satanic vow As through your skull are sprouted Two twisted bony horns: A rose no more disgracing A beautiful stem of thorns
Saint or sinner, One and the same. If u prayed for me, I'd pray for u. If u said you forgive me, Id say "I've already forgiven u" If u say u love me I'd say" I love you too". If u miss me I'd ask "miss me like you're scared to meet a ghost?" Love is a ghost, elusive at most - Johnny Quidink
Love is like a ghost, elusive at most - johnny quidink