Celeste Christabell Chrisp He doesn't know what awaits.
He saw three huge gates.
Each of the gates has name plates.
He should've apologized in the first place.

The first gate was covered in dust and had a sandy road.
Each gate has a secret code.
The first gate opens with a puzzle.
If you hurt her there's going to be trouble.

The second gate has plants growing all over it and it has a path that goes through a thick dark scary forest, past a pond.
What you have to say has to correspond.
A gate that opens with a riddle.
To protect her heart it gets harder little by little.

The third gate was the biggest and the most mysterious of the three, it had strange carvings on it and it has a rocky path that leads to a stone bridge.
A gate that opens when you say the right password to unlock a huge switch.
All three gates are constantly locked.
He had to find a way to get them unlocked.

He answered the riddle and got the second gate open but he still had to cut down a whole forest.
He walked past something she dearly cherished.
He tried but couldn't ignore.
Three huge hanging pots hanging over the fire.

The house so long abandoned it looks haunted.
The front gate to the house looks haunted.
The house like her heart looks hauntingly beautiful.
From the front gate the beauty of her heart is viewable.

A lock that opens with sound frequency.
Her heart looks like the inside of a palace.
As beautiful as the sky with the aurora borealis.
On the outside her heart is fortified like a castle.©M.P.Jacobs

I'm Runnin Jews like Lil Dicky
Run the Jewels, and Ricky
With soso flow of Biggie
Ever since I quit the ciggie
Livin life straight propper
Givin props to Big Poppa
I'm off the spliffs and poppas
Writin riffs for beats that drop ya
Lingerie ladies who have
Curved bodies tight Mercedes
Hot as Hades 420 degrees
Just hot enough to chrisp my cheese
Torchin these trees
Straight from Belieze
Blowin Bolivian keys up they ***
As their friends ends they pass
None of y'all thought this Jew could last
Two days past your last meal
Didn't really know how to feel
Cause I ****** you so raw
Y'all got mistook for veal
That means hyper tender
No allussion to child *** offender
Call me a money stack lender
Back ****** but never a pretender
If I split her in half
God'll have ta mend her
This **** is known to send ya
Into bliss quick
That feeling'll stick
When the tip touch they lower lip
They get oil slick
Just the thought get's 'em hotta than a candle wick
Though you know I don't flow with no trick
Start off slow so we can show each other
Our flame be sure not to smother
Like an over protective mother
Reflect on it while it's lit
Climb inside my mind
See how I visualize thee
Undress and become pantiless
You're sittin on my face
I impress with the pace
I carress your **** with tongue
Spell sinless you'll be a wet well
When you see how well I'm hung (do tell)

Like butterflies
Leaving a trail
of coloured crystals,
only in my dreams
can I see you
for all you could be;
Like feathers
floating down
gently glittering
in the warm sun,
like a soft doona
Chrisp and fresh
lightly crunching as
I fall into its hug,
like all the things
I never have time
to feel, or do, thankful
in my imagination
I can still see you,
in my soul
I can still feel
the traces of
soft flutters, hugs, glitter
and coloured crystals
that tear my heart
like grains of sand
in a dust storm
in this wasteland
after your passing.

life's book
begins with
a new book smell
chrisp clean paper
with sharp edges
but soon enough
a few dog ears form
some for good
some bad
and a crease or two
a doodle in the margin
of a first love
pictures
of travels far
first cars
birthday cakes
and love mistakes
pages turn
much easier now
yellowing cracked
and faded
binding weak
the story unfinished
yours....mine
for we realize
only others
can read
"THE END"