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You in your wait,
me and in mine,
we've brought to a halt
our whole LIFE for awhile
your garden sprouted new seeds
I don't want to live nor die
without you
You've gone willow on me
I blame only me
Hear my plee and re-appear
bless me ágain babe
Pick me up from this dessert land
where only evil passes by to steal
my last portion of bread.
my last earned dime.
I am homeless near your
gold mine and frozen wind
turbines
in your power bless me.
Please fortune maker
build me an abode.
  Save me from this homeless
exiled purgatory.
I've paid for my mistakes
I am only human spare me.
~~~~~~~~~~
Karijinbba
https://youtu.be/7dtjpC6Oyrw
It's me,🌳
that queen bee
It finally occurred to me
and anyone among your
Powerful elite dearest
darling lover poet,
in your glamorous domain
that I wouldn't be unkind
but something sinester had
happened for death silence
to take over my free will
speech, laughter song and
dance to just walk away from
all treasures anchored to our
heart all which fell into
my lap from your sky
repeatedly.
Oh that Janehilton may on
mother's day at the Hilton
your three hundred fifty red and white roses and my last letter upon them from a perilous past I had ran from straight into hell
thus, naturally I was speechless!
Your tycoon antorage passed me
by and again here your gold ink
  throwing stones,
into my garden as other
younger King drones join in.
Stone riipples change all again.
And I am never the same
everything
changed.
~~~~
Mr and Mrs. Andrews
(In memory of poets tycoon beloved)
https://youtu.be/h1mRkzTOuzk
Gifted soul
🌜moon willow🌳
my ripple my stone
your blue lagoon
here in my inland sea
Only misery and pain
greedy green mates came.
Unsalable virtual lovers àim
flowed distant partners were.
In the power of one
you complete me my
transformer perfect mate.
In this world a mystery you are
a little bit mine, and in another
world you are my exclusive all
my everything.
In this our power of one.
we exist as stones thrown
into each others pond
see our ripples, your ink in gold.
Everything changed
❤️and nothing is ever the same.🍵
~~~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs .Andrews
🌜treasure loot all embezzled was😩
https://youtu.be/h1mRkzTOuzk
Mon Amour

When a man whispers
"His feet hurt, and his shoes
are too small and
he's forgotten how to dance."
He prays noone else
understands his dilema,
Nor what this means but I do.
No moon rises betwéen
any lowly stinky creepy shoes.
My moon spins way up high
in orbit serving mystic functions
as our moon glares
in our eyes;
our breathing is in love,
true love is our vine and
we know what reigns on Earth
with trips to nowhere and back
we as in me, my soul alone
restless Angel.
~~~~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
https://youtu.be/so25uWZB2R4
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