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Flower Scent Nov 2010
In her dream,there is a Seagull,flying high,in skies above,

Crossing  over all the oceans,just to find His only love.

He might lose his destination,in the strong winds of the day,

He might get carried by wild waves,as He searches for his prey.

But in dreams ,He'll always be there,flying by so many lands,

till he makes it to the island, and find way to her warm hands.

In her dream there is a seagull,spreading his huge silver wings,

There's this girl always in waiting,thinking of him as She sings,

and Her voice echoes a signal, to the dolphins of the sea,

as they play in rhytmic splashes,transmitting a symphony.

And the Seagull hears the love song,of His Love from miles afar,

It is always the same love song,'My Heart s'always where you are'.

And this handsome flying creature,on a journey,there He goes,

hoping that one day he'll make it,hold His Love,so very close.

And His Love can't wait no longer ,watching rainbows everyday,

watching stars after each sunset,wishing He will find a way,

Find a way to be together,watch the world turning around,

Rest in their Home little love nest,Hear the waterfall's sweet sound.
Karisa Brown Dec 2016
Seldom do I go
Around
Putting words
In order
The way they
Should be

So tell me why
I live by those
Shoulds in
Real life

When words I just
Let them fall
Not giving a
****

Of the order
And then I realize
How *******
Beautiful
They sound
And how it came
Through so *******
Clear

But life
Ha life

I try to control
And do what
The voices
That embedded
From birth
Tell me

Then wonder
Why nothing
I really want
To do ever
Gets done

And why
My face looks
So ******* sad
All the time

Instead of
How I feel
When I read
The words
That I CREATE
Not them
But I

Makes more sense
Now that I'm writing

I am
NOT living
For I

I'm living
For a them

I DONT WANT THAT!!!!!?
Jean-Pierre Jul 2017
Rhythms and rhymes
descriptions and desires
All embrace and entwined in
Rhytmic motions celebrating
creation




Waiting
When words become inadequate and time
Stood still it could still not be the end
Of my love for you
I’ll wait for you on top of the mountain
I’ll wait for you in the mids of the storm
I’ll Wait for you till all days are full
Maybe then you’ll know what I see in you
Every moment that I wait for you makes me appreciate you More
every moment I wait for you makes me value you more
Every moment that I am away from you causes my love
To mature,
Waiting for drains all my strength
Waiting for you dazels my mind could you show up in time.
That we could be together forever for all to see
Waiting for you
Will it last a love that’s made in heaven
Only when I could be with you we’ll see
Johannes Coetzee May 2016
Your smile
Your voice
Those innocent eyes
If not for them, where would I've been

Your echoing sweet rose scent
The rhytmic walk you walk
If not for them, where would I've been

You gave light to my life
Water to my fountain
and joy to my heart
and for that I thank you
The Diary of a Lonely Teenager
Karisa Brown Dec 2016
Where can I play
When masters fall asleep
Can I crawl inside your
Warm dark cave tonight
Right next snuggled
Between two soft rocks

I like when you play
With my hair
Rubbing it back and forth
I feel your hips behind me
Thrusting in motions rhytmic
To my own

Are we the same tonight
Or am I just a plaything
Karisa Brown Dec 2016
Silk solitude
Cream based dream
Rhytmic pressure
Ohhh my...

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