"splendrous" poems
sweet serendipity serendipity sweet
i enjoy the air rushed below my feet
love me hardly, a splendrous treat
sweet serendipity serendipity sweet
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the intergalactic hate makes one a fool
lust of the item, human as the tool
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boom boom tunes tunes boom boom
nothing but ignorance fills the room
dance and sway right into your doom
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infinite love yes thats the rule
embrace thy brother dispose the tool
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sweet serendipity serendipity sweet
let us enjoy the air rushed below our feets
may passion alone lift us from seats
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
o how easily your lips become me,
the burning crimp
of urging kiss,
to depart myself
and wander amongst
thy body holy and vile ridiculous winsome trivial spectacular,
(arm and thigh)
whose sweep and gait is love
made ready for tongue
to impart slowly tenacious,
whose comely hair is course tender difficulty splendrous,
whose moments are singeing exactly innumerably few
(and never enough)
who i have longed for in deepest valleys of untouching cruelty
(to cup thy whole mouth
in my mouth,
to carry it forward
thy kiss a burning standard
into inkset darkest darkness of night
that i might walk without stumbling;
that i might see )
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Like a thin cloud, sun colors,
every moment to display his whims,
spins and changes
in the deft hands of winds,
love transforms-
from one to other,
in to many splendrous forms.
Your eyes are looking
in to my inner depths,
i see them reflected in my
soul's deep waters,
when i sit and contemplate
all alone,
i feel as if we are together always
bound in soul
Your lips quiver,
fluttering like a bird
that wants to fly
and sit at the branch of my heart
and sing.
Love is in here and now
and in the beyond,
when fulfillment sown
as seeds in the fields of life,
future has songs to sing for us,
**when we are gone far in to past
yet could fertilize future's womb.**
Love is the spiral that braid us
body mind and soul,
and lend wings to fly in to a timeless bliss
****** or otherwise.
OIO
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC
Mania
I love the world
The sky so blue above my head
The colors of the splendrous dawn
To live is fun
I’m happy as a man could be
Depression
The world is dead
My life’s a mess, I can’t go on
I want to die
I think I’ll go and get a gun
To take my life away from me
Splice of the Manic-Depressive
I love the world
The world is dead
The sky so blue above my head
My life’s a mess, I can’t go on
The colors of the splendrous dawn
I want to die
To live is fun
I think I’ll go and get a gun
I’m happy as a man can be
To take my life away from me
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC