When two people, so different in taste, look at each other from across the dance floor, a secret sparks out of their eyes like electric rays of romantic notation. Words have yet to be exchanged, but the slow steps towards one another make time slow to an unearthly crawl. Those dancing are nothing more than hues of grey, for the two ash-stricken lovers cannot see more than those they are attracted to. Hearts pound to a rhythm that can no longer be found within the upbeats of the swaying samba. As she longs to be in his arms, he stops only inches in front, his breath caught in his throat. The increasing amount of love being released from just his simplistic gaze makes her want to run as far as she can. With him of course, though it is not a realistic approach to the turmoil surrounding their troublesome secret. A secret that increases as he gently slides his fingers against her cheek, resting the palm of his hand on the back of her neck. Feeling the contrasting temperatures of the cool evening and her racing heartbeat, her head begins to get foggy with the vision of love that is shortly about to engulf her every fiber. The kiss, so gentle and sweet, brings back the times of innocence that was not thwarted by the interruption of time and changed lives. If only they could run away…

When the whole world doubts you
And your heart says a resounding yes
Take out the Clash Cymbals to crash all doubts
Make your own music to drown the noise
Clashing cymbals make the right music
Clash and Bang, that upbeats the true spirit

Let us Rise and Rejoice for the Wise Controllers of the Streets
Please give praise for the Keepers of Asinine Righteousness
Who have the power to read our minds easy as giving sweets
Esteemed Professors who are  World Experts with Greatness
In Neuro-linguistic programming and know all the upbeats

For example anybody with working eyes can see with no cheats
The woman's complexions is not Black even without clearness
Alas I make a joke and  lightheartedly say its Black in mirths
Nobel NLP Programmers jump in glee and frenzied eagerness
That is Trigger to void progressive actions with that lady petite

So Professors et vacuous masses devoid of brains go on heats
Sprinkling Blacks all over in project as useless as their dumbness
Tell not dorks I do not see her as black in any way but a tease
Another deluded wasted efforts from the addicted mindlesses
The poor lass graced with honey-gold skin tone is not for meets

Crass semi-illiterates play mind games on levels of bog peats
Psychotic obsessed nonentities with deluded tendentiousness
As if there's a meeting of minds with piffling anodyne greats
Dumbos declaring we are playing with your mind in earness
Show me how a genius compares with Quixotic foolishness

Verse lines designed to delight
O, how these can ev'r cure
the sorrows in the night
A sonnet to slip you into a dream
A limerick for laughs and a healthful beam
your soulful eye yearning to dance away defeats
as you hustle to absorb the rhymes and little upbeats.

Your flesh was so breathtaking.  Heated anticipation.
Monumental symmetry seeping into my cells.  
Celestial Saturn shining in your globe.
The engine of your machine growing
in my mind.  Sublime islands of Hawaiian
vibes radiating through your kingdom
deep inside my paradise world.
Soothing sounds surrounding your starry eyes.
Red roses scattered across your glowing
surface.  Gravity bringing us closer
together in a space of delicate creations,
our bodies touching, sensuous spots rising
in chemistry, journeying across the seas
into rainbow realms where our glistening
skin merge and magnify in the midnight
scenery, creating universal upbeats.  
Our climatic inventions elevating towards
ecstasy, sniffing the luscious *** swirling
in the air, our frequencies blending
in with time, feeling the planetary elements
within our inner vessels interlock and produce
towering dynasties of drumming passion.