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What has happened with all the kings
And queens and their palaces and kingdoms?
What has happened with their greatness and majesty?
They all fell, when their crowns were too heavy to be carried.
When I search for someone to serve,
I bow down to pick up the power
They left there for those worthy of it.
I am held on a cloud by the Gods as
They let me taste from their cup.
Because that means to be a true king.
In these days when no one is worth of carrying the crowns.
I find myself there
at night
in dreams
you there
asleep on that
****** couch
with seven cats
all around you.
Three dogs
nearby
all of you dreaming
sweetly.
i can watch
but
i can’t touch
i can smell
that familiar
scent
of soap
and Old Spice.
I can hear
you breathe
see your eyes
flickering
i can even
feel
the heat from
your body.
But
i can’t touch…
And that’s
ok, because
i’m there
by your side
i can feel
your love
for me
as i pour
my love
out to you
as you sleep
dreaming sweetly.
Your eyes sparkle,
Your lips smooth like silk,
Pink peaks,
Your body speaks,
Anticipation swells,
Delicate to the touch.

The pulse quickens,
You smell so good
Little sounds,
Our hearts pound
Fold me in your arms,
It’s not just a poem.

It’s love.
It’s not just a poem it's infatuation
It's true I think of most men
having life a dream

It's true the life of many men
seems to be a dream

It's true to say few find it
no matter how they scheme

don't aim too high to start with
but keep the dream in sight

Start low and work up to it
a satisfying fight
Red headed
fancily dressed
All of eight
four feet tall

I was all of six.
when at ten years
She emigrated
to Windermere

Now she's my next door neighbor
I emigrated too
After eighty years
We're both in Windermere
Leaves on a sloping grassy bank
appear to look like
an armada of ships
menacingly
travelling along
She's just touching the surface
reaching no more than her own pain
losing days trying to wash her tear stains

the world's wishing her to rise above
look in their eyes and see the truth
to see what they try to allude

there is no straight way, no easy route
and everyone is the passenger of the same boat
looking for the very same perfect coat

But no one will get something which is not theirs
fate has decided everyone's own roadmap
there are some small steps, some big traps

Wait for the check points, rather than all stones
the game of the life, all to achieve and leave
don't just halt at one step to grieve
because she's just wasting her time.
You're a sweet sweet friend
said the rain to the wind
pushing me to find a place to land

You're a harsh master
said the trail to the mountain
leading me higher then I even knew
I could go

You're teaching me all
said the river to the ground
guiding me down
to mother ocean's mouth

You're the father
said the earth to the sun
bestowing life
in the great dark vacuum sea

You're my consciousness
said the darkness to the mind
which allows me to behold
the light
the wonders of beauty
all around me.
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