Canvas in Creative Colors
Painter Paints to Persuade People;
Sends Surprises to Spectators'Sight,
and Wide-ranging Wonder World Wide;
Like Lighting the Love in one's Life,
Arts in it is an Asset from Above!
Note: I composed this poem because arts is my passion.
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.
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Procrastination hurled its clubs
And retrieved all the master plans
In the thought of tomorrow which
Is still young and fresh to emerge.
So you succumbed to its fire blazing fist
And quit to begin the next day.
The day died in tears, rejected and frustrated
Then comes tomorrow in a glorious smiles
Filled with hopes and grace.
It was neglected just like the other tomorrow.
tomorrow died yesterday in tears.
tomorrow died yesterday in pains.
Men labour not but procrastinate.
Fear the unknown and stay day dreaming
Wish the wish which never wish to come in vain
Can a thief steal from a thief?
Procrastination is a thief of time.
What ever you desire to do
Do it now and never wait for tomorrow .
Yesterday and today were just like tomorrow
Which would still die in sorrow if the
Soul is not watered bravely.
so climb the mountains for the treasures.
Go to the river and hook up the fishes and dry them.
Visit the ants for wisdom and understanding.
Sound the drums of bravery
Let the blinds men walk and dance with no one by their side.
Chase away procrastination and welcome effective act,
There is always a smile of faces on the birth of a new day.
This night I am sad.
My eyes gaze the gathering galaxy
Seated upon the sky spread
Selfishly seek a shooting star.
I seek it so bad
Such sight my thought asking
My tea cold beside a frigid bread
I moan on the mowed green grass.
I love stars
Shooting star much more
Sparkling sparkles, glittering glitters
A little mighty awe
Twinkling littles lively and true.
For a good night rest
I need it bid me...
And at my voice crest
I started humming
For this nightly night,
Echoes of darkness
in the empty silence
that cuddled me in
i found answers
written on the wall;
with finger nails
and blood stains.
the darkness kissed my cheek
and wiped my tears away
The bending light from the headline
As it enters my optic
Resonates from eager
Coursing to my
As the crisp crunch of
Crackles in self
The pungent wisp of fresh
...I can touch
If we ever meet again
I would have your name
boldly written in the stars and the moons.
Kiss away your pains
And break the broken image of a battered
Beautiful lady in a world of sorrow.
i would take you paradise and buy you the finest designers.
i would love you like my sister
love you like my mother
take you around the world
Then the oceans and the seas would recognize
your presence .
The trees flap their wings in joy
As they smell the freshly fragrance
From a pretty body of an angel.
I would make you a crown of gold
That would brighten up the world.
You would be my baby mama,
the sweetest thing i ever have.
If we ever meet again
I would make you queen of my world
And would adorn all your entire body
Because you're more than a woman to me.
Words! Those words took me to heaven. Had I known that they were just whispers, the words that fed my smile and gaze my laughter. I surrendered to him as he request. I was addicted to his touch, you astounded me how could you be so wicked so heartless. I gave you my heart I believed in your love. I felt the gravity from Jupiter; he was my life, my hope, my love. All is gone, passed by thereof the hurt is such no one should bear what’s to life, why should I care? weep all night for my love gone My heart is sick, for death I long Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost I'll bear always for the great cost. You don't mean what you say and don't mean what you do You don't mean anything because it's not true. You broke my fall and stole my heart am already damaged, you let it fall apart. The tears I cry now fall with my misery, once covered up, now for the world to see whom I really am inside. For all to see rules to which I don't abide. The circumstances in which reality shall fade. The unwanted feelings your lies have made, the shame when I realized you gained my trust the truth fading as the dust Slips through my fingers grain by grain. My heart's not only torn but also slain as shards of glass fall from the sky. Tears of blood fall from my eye. Your words crawled across my skin and I forget what I don't believe in my heart pounds as I lift my head. Dare to enter where no one has tread And I looked deep into your eyes Found the source of all your lies And even though I know they'll never be true With all my heart, I'll continue loving you. My love for you is real and true and I keep on sticking to the basic that am still in love with you I cant deny it it’s the fact and the living truth. how can i ever alllow my self to forget how wonder you could be, although you are another in these hard days mesmerized are your thoughts but love you are still the only man I want to love. save my soul.
soliloquy of softness saddened
somber sleeping of starlight sound
song of silken sylvan sunset
psalm of satisfaction found
An ailing sound, an orchestra's experiment,
Softly sailing dreadnaught notes, in an opera's environment,
Heart throbbing hardcore chorus' elements,
Penetrating pores defiling my sweat glands' sonorous ornament.
Flexing her fragile fingers upon piano keys
My hearing heart reflex's, reacts with a cute smile like of little albino kids
Harshly hammering my soft soul trapped in the musical matrix, it feels like Keano Reeves
Leaving lungs longing for oxygen as if the last vicious veldfire left no trees
"Let the music play" let lovely Jordin Spark
Let Weather be of May, let the touring Tyson park
My happy heart dances in triumph, lyrical doors have been unlocked
Let love instruments cling to my lonely ears, and play till i find Alicia Keys