Death played hopscotch he threw his
touch then his feet grasped upon the
souls of mortal man and there hearts
were stopped twelve steps of death.

He lifted his cloak so to see where
to jump, one jump, two jump third
jump and three drop dead like fallen
trees they fall in the breeze.

He could play this all day the pebble each
one a heart, he lifts it up jolting in his
bony fingers and then looks as it beat
within his palm then crumbles it to dust.

Then anguish and pain the daughter of
death that help him in his role in the world
"father let us once again play our game,
He smiles and skips on broken spines.

Mother please, As decay walks over asking
what is this scream not of mortal breath?
Its daddy he is ruining our game,
off the children's play thing I say.

Death wallows as his fun is ended, and
once again death now cant end their  
suffering as his children once again
Linger there misery on human kind.

"My husband I no you meant well,
But children must learn from mistakes.
Now come with me and let us rest in
the earth and linger in corruptions embrace.

Loving you is the best thing
I* can do! I want to spend
Forever with you and with
Everyday that passes I

Can't wait to be your wife!
Having you in my life has made my life better
And I can't image it without you
Nor do I want to think of that.
Going with you to baseball games, shopping, or just
Evenings at the gym or home as long as I'm
Spending time with you, I am happy!

I love you!

I'm so deep in love it's like diving in the Mariana, everlasting.
I'm so high off him, it's like I'm intoxicated with every illegal substance.
I'm in so much trouble because I killed for him and I lied for him.
I'm so in love, and I like it.
I like the way he talks, I love the way he sings, I love his smile and I love every flaw.
But he has no flaws to me, our love diminishes flaws.
Never been intertwined before until his heart met with mines and I felt our souls attaching to one another.
The love grows deeper every day as our heart becomes more and more attached.
Deeper. *
Deeper.
Deeper.

Carrot arepas on the table,
Busy hands in the kitchen,
Little feet run amok across the house,
And my mouth is full.

They are delicious,
She is the ideal wife,
They are curious,
And are a part of me.

Venezuela gave me their food,
Also her,
Between us both we received them,
And God is the gift giver!