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brandon nagley Aug 2015
Like an Oriental statue
She sit's upon a volcano;
As her beauty errupt's........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
seraph Aug 2019
Magma, molten, amorphous.
My blood is red hot
And searing, bursting
Out of its confines.
My heart is caustic,
Compulsive, incongruent.
I erupt over and over,
I wonder
When I will run out of earth to chew up and spit out.
Ajay Jul 2012
Three words
that
can alter the
outcome
and
morph an attitude
of an entire day
when received
producing an erruption of
intangibility
exhuded by the individual
receiving
the message
adding a voluminious effect
if the feeling is
now
mutual.
Tahirih Manoo Aug 2017
Awakened by her vibrations

His molten rocks sputter,

Preferring to remain undisturbed.

Boiling, brewing, he begun erruption.

Amused by volcano's reaction

she listens and watches,no retaliation.

Considering her own stormy nights

when her lightning bolts strike thrice;

When her clapping of thunder

revolts even the sages

(both above and under).

She places a palm outwards,

blows kisses of cool wind,

To greet his fury,

His sweet love remembered.

His embers, with a smile, are pardoned.

She showers his projecting magma-

With droplets of chilled agua.

Awaited patiently for his red to cool,

to be brown, with help from yellow sun;

So that his lava could reconnect with outer earth-green.

Using a drifting veer she carries a charming flower seed and lays it beside him,

Soft petals soon blossom, rosy and pink.

They both smile gently,
now glowing for each other.

The volcano and Storm are forever in love, in flare and submerged;

Growing compassion and understanding of each other's plates and waves.

Yet neither may burn nor drown

but somehow remain facing the other-

At the very tip of their forbidden lips' kiss- for this day, tomorrow and in endlessness.

1:55am . Thurs, 24th, August, 2017.
Voice of silence knocking on the door, roaring silence of the deepest erruption in a violent earthquake, tearing down the streets of death in whirlpool of wonders in piercing glory of aquatic splendor!

Let him believe that the blind sees!
Let him believe that the lame walks!
Let him believe that the dead wakes!
Eshwara Prasad Feb 2021
Your sudden burst of affection for me, resembles a volcanic erruption, won't last long.
Put this lighter to ya chief,
Im a keep it breif,
So embrace the heat,
That im cookin', got all haters looking,?
Like is this, brother from Brooklyn,
Dont shake hands with the left,
Or feel the steps of death,
Creepin',
Enemies we catch em sleepin',
No beds to empty heads,
No knocks from the feds,
Silence those who all said,
I couldnt rock, with the goat,
**** what ya wrote,
Hard to swallow, with this barrel down ya throat,
Only autos i tote, yes my styles is potent,
Fire strong, from the lyrics smokin',
Roasting ya lames,
Peep the game, as aim,
For ya fame, infamous is my name,
No shame,
I rock the reckless,
Born heartless, apart from this,
Beef better watch ya speaks,
Or see the nines peek,
Throw em up **** creek,
Erupt violence, with my silence,
Linked like the, government alliance,
So cooperate,
No need for defiance,
I got many clients,
From mobsters to cartel,
They spark well,





Make ya head spin, like a carousel,
Enemies garamel,
Lay a spell,
This aint no kiss and tell,
But *******, kiss and tell,
Cherry rose chevelle, put that on my kids, hope it ends well,
Rosemary pieces, starched down in my creases,
Catch my enemies prayin,
Blessed they neices,
As hearts race increases,
Beggin for death, keep tusslin' til my last breath,
Replays over and over, born a soldier,
Drunk skunk, hard to remain sober,
I thought i told ya, it over,
The rainbow, dash a little of snow,
To my nose, before I go,
Out like Scarface,
In the place, keep the gats by the waist, in case,
***** for the erruption,
No interruption, beef's in session so embrace the abduction,

— The End —