English Jam Jun 14
The air is perfumed with fresh rosemary's
And the wild springs with lush berries
Their presence colours the nursery with a sweet loom
It bleeds into the forecast for tomorrow's gloom
Nostalgia hits hard, heartbreaking and eerie
For a day when I wasn't paranoid and weary
Well, I'll be down by the Brighton pier
Watching birds float past in lonely fear
I'd love to turn away

The pristine sun shines like Hades
The outside scent is yellow, maybe
Little daises laugh in the foreground
Gardens sow a loving sound
Once I could see hope in the trees
And the love that whispered on the breeze
Now the trees foreshadow longing
And the gale howls with wronging
I'd love to turn away

The intimacy in my yellow tinted flowers seems to have faded
And the soft orchards have been invaded
My words burnt in a smouldering pile of dust
And steaming with the heat of my lust
I told a crowd I had something to say
But the people turned away
away
away...
gracie Jul 2017
Perhaps we never truly met
until I heard your voice of flowers
spill hydrangeas across the carpet
of my bedroom at 3 am.

Those whispers of nothingness
that smell oh so sweetly in the night
begin to wither away as sunrise creeps in
through the window I forgot to close tight.
peach 6d
i.
he is a cloying summers dream, a fallen rosemallow upon a loft of magnolias, blooming crescents. he is not the sum of broken reveries but perhaps of disinterred wishes and the opulent gardens he claims as his own, housing wisps of silken mirasols these spines will read once more. will we know love if it transpires from the feeble wings of ultramarine butterflies?
Karijinbba Jul 27
My twin flame here I am
Do with me as you please
I surrender to you

Other women complain asking
you why do you love me more then them and you replied

"why do I not love any of you like her"? "If a blind woman and one who sees are together in darkness, they are the same.
Light comes, the one who sees will see light. The blind one
stays in darkness."

I am yours beloved I see your light my teacher my guru Sage twin flame my everything!

Caress me dance me oh sing me
Lay with me among the wild
flowered fields and bunny meadow prairy land
Spread you my wings I am
in full array near our nudist hill
My Adam your Eve
Or skip this previews
just take me now

Touch me taste me
Climb with me our Macchu-picchu mountain as do each time we touch
Many mountain we shall climb
I won't ever let you down
Reciprocate my lover
I am your true love

I've been waiting for your scripted promises of old for decades to manifest.
Help me bridge this old gap bridge the chasm with
a leap of faith
Help me come out of this world of unreality our old prenuptial script lets jump into life

Let me spill my heart to you
Spill yours and play some nice music no more sad songs
Its sunny and beautiful outside
What a wonderful world
Loving the outdoors
Loving you loving me

Lay me down under the sunny
blue sky by day, let the pine tree aromas after the heavy rains to heighten and sharpen our senses
the evenings long.
Lay me down
under the pomegranate trees with their sensual hanging fruits get me high feeding me your ripe fruits
I so hunger for you.
Embrace me gently or grab me
download yourself into my hybrid your inter galactic antivirus, lets wait untill dark falls for the stars to blanket us all nigh long I am your star seed
ENTER ME the mornings long.

You raise me up like mercury on a thermometer pumping me
Earthquaking me
Fireworks crackling us
Volcanic booms exploding
with each pump fly me higher and higher raise me up, and up

You are the perfect lover
Perfect husband amazing father
To this truth I surrender
Mate with me jump into Karijin's hole fly us to Australia
Protect me from the wild beast

Guide me make me into your own image God of love
King of hearts
here I am your Queen bee 2
glued together baby two
plus twenty more!

There isn't a tree a rose a
Hilton hotel a Travelodge
A Laundry's restaurant
a garden a mountain
Paris Egypt Australia Africa
Not any place on earth
Where I can't find you and me
You are omnipresent
It hurts so much missing you
like this, yet I thank God for this.

No body else has your mind
your spirit soul your manner
Your deeds your patience
The abyss in your eyes
Is my own abyss
You love like I do your smile
is my own

There isn't a Space Centet rocket
Not any Star System
That won't remind me of you
looking at me waiting
Longing praying
for me to understand
You were the only one who
truly loved me for me

Everywhere I look I see you
there thank you for this mysterious outworldly
remains it's what I chose for
myself inadvertedly.

Oh i could't live without you
"Death would have been more liberating" Oh I did die by amnesic shock in Veracruz
and I wished I was never born

I fell into the abyss and I died again when Nasus answered
The phone saying you two had a son! I believed her lie!
Its called jealousy is a very distructive emotion

Lover of  life! True love I was your thornbird nightingale you were my Lark, we now have sang our sad dying songs. I know you read my songs because they were also yours
Sigh... I missed so much......

LOVE OF MY LIFE
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Karijinbba_nick name
For:anilegnA sehcnaZ serreituG.
Aplicable {1974 through 1995 up to 2006.}Yes all my poems my life near or far was "The true loving of the woman who loved you most in this whole wide world"... It wasn't just any wishfully thinking of you..... NO.  Just as Janehilonmay Motbers Day was the true loving of a man who loved me tbe most in this whole wide world so were this words on my post poetic host..now from my Diary As you have seen i kept all the thigs of you your live hidden so deep not even i could reach tgem fir such a long time who cod live in youri love with out you..
See. Me I grew taller thanks to you I am a Two thousand Oak tree Willow tree of Life yours... and the tree of good and evil.. Thank you for everything. As you can see I am your dream that did live and breaths in the face of reality.
ellie danes Oct 2015
Ellie. My name is Ellie.
I want to be a writer. I want to be a star. I want to be free.
I imagine myself riding on wide open roads,
on the back of a motorcycle with a boy
who is as much of a ghost as he is a person.
I imagine myself dazed in rooms
filled with a purple glow.
I imagine pills, lust, liquor, leather.
I want to live forever
and I want to die young.
My name is Ellie.
I don’t know what home means;
I don’t want to.
I need people to love me.
I will break all of their hearts.
I imagine late nights in underground clubs…
Marlboro, rock & roll, Howl by Allen Ginsberg–the bible.
Tanqueray;
falling down in a graveyard muttering in Romanian,
hoping for salvation,
but while I’m called an angel night after night
I’ve got the devil in me.
Rosewater runs through my veins,
the blood has already been spilt.
I won’t ever belong to anyone, not even myself.
When you have the knowledge that nothing’s real
it’s hard to do what’s expected of you.
I relate to flowers a lot.
They’re beautiful, but they don’t last.
Sometimes no matter how hard you try to take care of them,
they just run out of life.
I think I ran out of life the day I was born.
Everything is nothing.
The gods don’t want you to know that,
but that is the one truth.
"about me"
Emeka Mokeme Jul 3
THE FLOWERS
What I told you about the flowers
no one probably won't tell you.
Is it not about their fragrance
and how amazing it is that they
share their life with you.
They hang around your
garden and patiently wait on you
with their perfume of love.
To make you happy with the
fragrance of their healing presence,
they share their fragrance
and working tirelessly in gladness
they gracefully grace your life with grace.
They lay down at our feet always
ready to bring pleasure to our leisure.
To please you they share lavishly and
are generous about it.
They bring pleasure back into our
homes by spreading their fragrance.
Even when bruised they give out their
best fragrance out of love to soothe
and bring succour to our tired mind.
They also help decorate our world
with their beautiful flowers to make
our lives lovely.
How can we not appreciate their presence
in our homes, garden and environment.
They are divinely precious beautiful treasure
with an alluring power to help us heal.
Little beautiful gifts from heaven with
such an unforgettable sublime
and divine fragrance.
Spreading their love they reach out
to us even from miles away adorning
our weddings and other events with
their fragrance and presence
and speaking to us in the
language only the heart can understand.
Nature gave us fragrance in flowers
so lovely and endearing that
no one can resist their friendship.
To walk with them is unbelievably sweet.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved
Daisy Marrow Oct 2014
My love is vast.
My love is strong.
My love is driven by the thought
of you noticing me one day.
Although I am told that some love never blooms
like flowers struggling during the bitter colds.
I have nothing to offer you.
All I have are my bones.
They hold me up
on days I feel like a bird with broken wings,
but I will always love you with the lights on.
I will care for your wounds
until you're able to fly again.
Until you can reach the moon.
So play your guitar
and sing your songs.
I will admire you from afar
as you carry on.
Don't worry about me.
I'm not trying to come off as a creep
but I love your eyes,
and how they look like dark coffee.
I love the way you speak.
Each word a melody.
Every sentence a song.
I'm caught on your hook.
I could listen all day long.
I'm lost in your music
while you're lost in this madness.
So don't worry my dear,
the flowers will someday bloom.
I shall save these words for you.
I'll read them out to you,
but only once during the blue moon.

You're a sweetheart and a really brave bird.
So walk with me to the edge of the earth
and I will share you all my secrets,
and you will share me yours.
We'll tie them both to balloons
and let them go.
Lay with me down on this pearly dew-drop grass.
We'll watch the clouds travel to and fro,
just stay with me in this perfect spot.
You don't have to go.
2014
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