"twril" poems
There she go
There she go
The most beautiful Girl in the world
There she go
There she go
In the world the most beautiful Girl
There she go
There she go
The most beautiful girl in the world
That my eyes ever seen
There she go
There she go
Dedicated to the most beautiful girl in the world that I ever Known, you the only girl in the world that exsit to me, I pulled my shovel out cleared space in my heart forget them other girls there's a hole in my heart a spot just you, the only one that I'm diggin on you the fruit from my life tree apple of eye picking on you I am not a bully I will never mistreat you captivated by your beauty eye to eye from across the room come closer let's warm each other's heart with our body heat step into my world, your *** appeal is so vicious you look delicious spin around let me get another look you made my world twril on a lovers axis, gravity pul ain't no deny this attraction go ahead girl just flaunt it you make me want it my world is yours the most beautiful girl
The work for your love is worth the hard labor my love for you is past exaggerated instigated by my admiration, I can't imagine you not living in my world would leave me devastated, let me show that my love for U ain't overrated sharing passionate moments together that's R- rated highly anticipated, sharring my love for you we are bound to stick together now or later you the Queen of my World your presence will be appreciated, you the only girl in the world that's meant for me you define my purpose to love cherishing the most beautiful girl in the world
To most beautiful girl in the world
There she go
There she go
Most beautiful girl in my world
In my world
In the world
There she go
There she go
The most beautiful girl
In the world that I ever known
There she go
There she go
There she go
Most beautiful girl in the world
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
The Tempest Twril,
Isn't it the peace sanctuary?
And the abode of all sanctity,
But the spring of malice and muddle?
The tempest twril,
Isn't the heavenly bodies stationed?
And illuminate in their times,
But moves incoherent in their shadows atimes?
The tempest twril,
Isn't light a traveller in a straight line?
And the sun,a mother of them,
But meagerly shines at the centre?
The tempest twril,
Isn't pray and prey four lettered?
And produces the same sound,
But conflict in their meanings?
The tempest twril,
Isn't the first the best?
And supposedly the crown bearer,
But Essau had none?
The tempest twril,
Isn't wundt the genesis of their science?
And paved way for their experiments,
But had an unreliable methodology?
The tempest twril,
The tempest twril,
A Poem Written By,
Historian E.Lexano
©March 11,2015
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Dance has me stirred but not shaken
From here the depths of my soul reawaken
I arise through the expression of this sacred art
Stepping into the light protected out by my open heart
The magic of silent rythym has me in a twril
Like the koru of a fern I release I unfearl
Dancing with beings not on this plane they teach me the ways of moving with no shame
Slightly mad I may seem
As I smile upon the ones who remain unseen
The freedom of dance invigorates my being
Silent mind
body moving
spirit dreaming.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC