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to sleep and rid the mind
of conscious thought;
to find a pillow kind,
a ***** soft

to dream of every sin
your heart desires;
to singe the void within
with ***** of fire

to plunge into a sea
of finite  lust;
to taste forbidden leaves
and angels' dust

to spread your wings
and fly into the night;
to steal the might of kings
and fame of knights

to chase a dove
across the milky way;
to fall in love
forever and a day

to wake and sow the mind
with blissful thoughts;
and find the thorns unkind
like winter's frost

~ P (Pablo)
(7/26/2013)
Ma Cherie Oct 2016
Flying
free
you
& me
we
are
a
flame
move
the
same
playing
games
wouldn't
blame
one
that
rages
burning
pages
batting
lashes
sifting
ashes

****

I'm
gone
feeling
drawn
just
like
magic
kinda
tragic
in
illusions
&
delusions

electricity
flowin'

night
knowin'

seeds
  sowin'

smoke
blowin'

not
platonic
  so
ironic
  in
my
veins
& in
my
brain

just
a friend
come
again?

loving
me
a
mystery
under
spell
wouldn't
tell
body
ache
legs
shake
Earth
quakes
wanna
take,

take
a
chance
at
romance
another
dance
  strange
love
  from
above
I
agree,
you
& me
burning
down
sleepy
town
in
a groove
gotta
move
don't
fight it
just
ignite it
fired
feet
feel
the
heat
&
the
beat
I can
treat

treat
you
right
for
tonight
record
playing
hips
swaying
I'm
waiting
breath
baiting
outta
time
in
our
prime
feeling
fine
you
are
mine
don't
think
don't
even
blink

don't
say maybe
I got you baby. ❤


Cherie Nolan©2016
❤ ....hmmmm...just thinking. ; )

say troubled child, how come ye're givin' up
why would ye want to spill a life filled cup
keep hope in thyself 'n' those to achieve
there is so much more why would ye ever stop

oh perhaps ye'd think of it to relieve
tho would ye trust me if i'd say 'believe'
remind the ocean's depths 'n' heights of skies
never forget what is up thy own sleeve

but please don't be livin' thy own denies
for an end makes it only once one flies
just see to see those things that'll never drop
be kind to thyself, thy I, without lies

be patient my child 'n' never give up
for after sowin' ye shall have the crop


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 16/04/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'

i, the writer, yet never am i pleased
whatever been penned down never succeeds
to my expectations, nor to my needs
for the meanin' of words seem to get ceased

i, the gardener, be sowin' this seed
whatever to be said shall never reach
for hearin' be all different to each
no poet am i, no artist indeed

i, be as just human, as i could reach
understandin' alone my heart shall lead
'tis knowledge upon which my mind does feed
no fame, nor admirers, that i beseech

i may be hopin' just someone to read
these ways my letters on paper do bleed

(or maybe how they be finally freed)

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 08/03/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'

would ye know, would ye really understand
when meanin' itself shall reveal itself
should ye sow, what ye are sowin' right now
or maybe just grow those things ye do like

fears ye be fearin', but truth ye deny
years that'll pass by, experience ye'll say
in those ways ye move, ready to fly

there seems no problem to identify
within those things ye are livin' to know
'n' when ye think no-one is lookin', still
ye keep findin' things to deceive thy own

for there's no struggle in thy days of life
be those very things, thy own disaster
in those things ye keep walkin' after
*

..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 25/02/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'
jeffrey robin Jul 2015
-- & go on ... )

::

                          ::  

Gently

( there is really
                                                          ­ Someone           There )

/:/                          

So softly

                                                          (Need­s someone who cares )

••

Use and abuse

The feelings of these days

Softly  and slowly

We bring the         Change

""""
•••

Lovers !!!!

Are YE playin THAT GAME !

Always  sayin that you are True

( though everyone knows you ain't ! )

:::;;;;:;:

I am

The girl who walks the fields

Who plants pure seed at sowin time

And am there for the harvesting

//

Sing child sing !

the tales of purity

I walk the hills at eventime

And anyone can walk with me

••

Soft and slow

True

All or none are free

Sacred bodies must be touched

Only sacredly

••

Only sacredly
Wen I begin 2 flow
I be speakin from my soul
And your all it really knows
A woman who Neva foldz
She focusN on her growth
I love ya down 2 da bone
Every lil chromosome
She Sweeta denna honey combz
I think im  losiN control
I love you 10 fold Mo.
Denn every otha human
Iss alla dis an illusion?
I witnessed your evolution
And baby I'm so proud
You deserve a whole crown
She take me outta body -
Omnipresent, multi universe
Ascended -interconnected
I can't explain it w. Words
I'm trynna grab on ya curves
2 Look inside them eyes
And listen 2 ya concerns
Listen to da words I disperse in dis verse
Girl I really love you N I'm truly concerned
She got funnel vision focus
Like a guru inna lotus
I love dat your devoted
Lil baby, keep growing
Keep reaping , keep sowin
Keep healN, keep glowin
Keep pushN, keep going
Goddess from da high heaven- times 7
I never believed in love
But your changing my perception
When I see you, I see perfection
You got all of my attention
Thanks 2 Allah - your a blessin
My heartz sealed - u posses it
stuck in love -I must confess it
sage eugene zumr Oct 2020
killin made from nothin hate the fillins in my stomach
real as ever was that last batch hit a buzz till chuckin
now im up bumpin notice how im froze slick sickest
im the picket thats inside your buisness better witness
dead drought in the biggest house trappin mice yeah
cat aint nice had to bite my past just to write that fast
now im fife in flask like a lycon lasp was that bad nah
imma rad raid nad say ick vlad slay stand back praise
sound like an oreo you used to hate but im glad days
i dont need this bad taste i slick back with a simtax it
wishin that my page was a crippled broke amaze wha
whoa whatcha say im like hit that pipe let it sit thats
right in the midsts of a pick ay piccalo ***** and you
sit sowin up a stitch of note it makes no sense yet i
still make those trends in hopes that they frey slow
fraze so graze dont play no ape less you got chased

— The End —