I'll take this all,
One day I'll give it back,
Sorry if most my words,
Can't make up for what I lack.

I thank you for your time,
Though that I think I'll keep,
Sometimes I seem to need it
On the nights that I can't sleep.

I don't have much to offer,
Except that I am here;
Doesn't mean much to most people,
Unless I were to disappear.

We don't know what we have
Until it's no longer there;
But I wouldn't want to be,
So that someone would finally care.

I like to live my life,
And sometimes I laugh a lot;
It's the loving part
That I haven't really got.

All these things run through my head,
As I stare at the breaking dawn;
Hopefully I get some sleep,
I think as I loudly yawn.

When all my thoughts quiet down
I'll finally get some rest;
Though my life seems cursed,
I'm actually very blessed.

You bleed and
you wither,
and you bruise
and you shatter,

though, outwardly,
most can’t tell,
blinded and deafened
by their own
inane chatter,

as you slowly
and cursedly die,
it just doesn’t seem
to matter.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 28 Jan 15

She persuaded the curvature of the seam. A dressmaking utterly agonizing, to reach the smoothness one must perceive, it has a regret with the difficulty of repetition of a trend.

Her foul purport carbonated the clear intent. But an impecable illustration did provide them with the warmth they intend.
The cycle lacked precision but their pliancy was a treasure so **** filled with her preciousness.


Velveted silk portrait embraces and confines a cause within a retrospective, a muse divides with a major uproar, one with the furor of nature uncontrolled.

The spell of glamor enchanted the failed dorks. They daydreamed fuzzy temptations to achieve their doomed ******. Of their antagonised exchange was born an incurable rage. The vexed source became cursedly recruitable for their loveable tremors, she had no knowledge of their cultivated adoration.

This will be our temple to our redemption and acceleration. It has consumed us all, encased conscious with translucent locked up doors.

The excitation has endure the incommensurable, the deluge did occur in the future. The scorn we throw to each other is acceptable if I desire to engorge her, it'll wear off your vile will, it'll grant me her savoury thrill.

Velveted silk portrait I beg you not to demise and ascend. We'll ravage the essence of your pure command, although, our adoration is the realest love spell.

I was snarling when I saw you embosom him, it felt like you were entering something delightful and never ******* ending. What was behind the blinds it wasn't supposed to be appreciated, we were always stood in a horizontal line and pulling harsh, all acts performed were a praying for your preference.

Velveted silk portrait, we encouraged you to revoke your beauteous den, to an addictive merriment. We'll howl with devotion to this new founding arts, her paint sparkled in the now dusky lane. A palace never menacing to our welcoming, an unfair entrance to the terribly but tender embodiment.

The gladness finally dragged us to our unfair refinement.

Birth giver of my breath,
since earth and I met;
Great depth is my debt,
absence of death you let but yet.

How can I a mortal clay repay?
Beyond words can say.
Never passes away,
Older than for ever and a day.

Mysterious is your ways,
To interpret what you convey.
Portray a wise sage of old age,
was just born yesterday:

I have my own milky-way and galaxy in my mind;
Inside my head called the temple so sacred you'll find.
All the unwritten verses that curses my hand to write;
The words that emerges that even in the darkest night,
to see nothing less than the presence of brightest light.

Whispers of the heavenly hosts,
Then flows the life force Ghost,
The foremost in my innermost,
Leads my fingers to compose,
What is essential the most.

Heard not the ears of the world, longed but forgotten,
The words beyond any one in this moment could have written.
That awakes our ached spirit as we breathe in;
The Paraclete that escalates as it terminates our burden.
As I heard these words started hairs in my arms straighten.

Verses of words
                       never heard in,
                                           a thousands of years
                                                                            living in
silence it hurts
                       the very life
                                         of this earth
                                                          as it slowly falls
                                                                                   into dirt.
as people give not a worth
                             to life of each birth
                                                       bits of grit life wasted death. for us to regret
                      that we let
                                   the earth taste the blood of each death.
Yet it is not too late
                           ending the fate of hate.
                                                         before things will escalate;
Each soul has its mate.
                                   Rates at due date
                                                       those who let the earth ate
The flesh of each death.
                            What a lack of respect
                                                            The heavens never slept
As blood spills as it wept.
                                     This is not just a concept
                                                                  but the truth not kept
It is easy to accept
                            what the worldly
                                                    says on the net
                                                                  sometimes an outlet
a wrongly accepted
                             norm of a state
                                            that affects the minds of the young
As they forgotten the heavens also sung
                                                            the moment of their birth
Till the day they rest on dirt;
                              But if the Greatest Being say in His tongue:
    Be back to life whose gone so long
                                                            now to Us you belong.

          It is up to you,
       You have a mind
       Of what you will do
To be greedy or to be kind
To love or trick some minds.
To tell truth or lies that blinds.
To be selfish or to have a friend.
To stick with someone or pretend.
            To be in the start till the end.
         Even I the writer of these words
Cursedly trap within my written verses.
But each and every minute is not too late;
To have a peaceful world living not in hate.
                              I'm no prophet nor a saint,
                            But a sinner in words I paint.
                    Writing a little piece of what I have;
                   Meant not to spread hate but of love
     Even the hardest hearts could move a mountain;
If in those hearts they give a chance that love may spread in.
Black, White, Red, Yellow,
Korea, U.S.A,. China, Filipino,
And all the countries that follow....A-Z (Not world war Z)
South, North, West, and East
We are all one race
Different looking in the face
Far and away different time and day in each place
We are just in this crazy maze of haze
But we are called the one and only HUMAN RACE.
We could never destroy our own;
Imagine your own will destroy your home.
It is easy to share even the little piece of spare;
But it is hard if we did not try or dare.
Almost close to a place called nowhere;
Where everyone could walk the streets without fear.
To look at each others eyes then smiles a lovely stare.
But where are those who dream?
Those inside themselves silently they scream.
That the mean world destroys their self esteem.
That the world let them believe not what it seem.
A spark of an idea could change the world;
Burning as the bush the words twists and twirled.
We get confused as it spins and swirled,
But hope in the good lord everyone can afford.
             Reading this very sentence
               For you I clap my hands
             You have a lot of patience;
    Verses and words as dense as the oceans and lands.
    Words painful like a woman's ****** you can stand.
Now you can share what is Nowhere Now, Hear Now Here.
Or you can do anything that brings this world some meaning.
Thank you for the patience and time for reading this rhyme;
I hope the One who inspires me will give you everlasting time.

7/26/2018