-Eden's Ending Eulogy-
Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep!
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort
Red rambling roses.
Pink parading pansies
Yellow yawning ylang ylang
Scarlet shining strawberries
Gorgeous growing gardenias
Beautiful bending bracken
Lovely lilting lilies
Attractive ambling agapanthus
Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow
They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion
Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old
Fat girl the one people love to hate,
the one everyone wants to have a look in her plate,
as she walks towards her deserted corner table,
in the school cafeteria,
where she found it a bit comfortable,
consoling herself with fried chicken,
since she lacked a criteria of being mean
Fat girl stands next to fatter people to look thin,
can walk past an ice cream vendor and gain a few pounds,
without being apologetic of how many gallons,
her stomach could handle at once,
she lost weight but nobody cared to notice,
fat girl thinks she's ugly,
because the world makes fun of her daily,
fat girl don't you worry,
come to Africa where the word 'fat' is a different story,
a place where booty is respected and appreciated,
as it is a trait in our heritage not artificial but naturally created
Big is beauty,original is splendid,
talk of class,elegance sand style she is a goddess of different trades
Big is beauty,with love from africa Sandra K
Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...
Soft silky and smooth on your skin...
Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...
Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...
Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...
Fingertips flit freely across your arm...
Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...
Spinning tops twiling tenderly....
Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...
Softly calling quietly,
I love you!
slowly suddenly and then without warning it crosses us and blankets our world it turns the stunning orb into a hollow sphere dull and dead and nothing is seen just bleak dark black its there its lasting the silence never to end
the day slows to a standstill and goes backward
the noises about come to a close
the shades begin to venture
the bleak blacks cross the clouds
the sky is blanketed and choked out
the sun has fled
the day has left
the night is here
the silence is everywhere
What a world we have
What a world we live
We want when we wish
But don't will when we want
Is it about increasing intimacy?
finding fish for food?
Making merry meaningfully?
Is it impossible?
Sometimes gravity will have
It’s grip on you.
All those moments you thought
Your feet were about to leave the ground
When your wings were finally carried
By the wind, only to have it disappear
At the edge of uncertainty.
Sometimes the choices you make
Feel like pit holes, and all
You ever do is fall into them
Getting lost in underground tunnels
Looking for the light that
Plays hide and seek with your mind.
Sometimes we forget to smile
When all we see are grey clouds
And the snow is falling a bit too much
We wish for sun that wont show itself,
Want things we know will come
But suddenly become impatient.
Sometimes we forget how many times
We fell while learning how to walk
We don’t try to stand up when life
Pushes us down , we begin to crawl
And hope someone will find us
And lift us up, but sometimes
That person should be us.
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
Out here, wild rhubarb grows free,
Bitter beauty escapes designs by premiers
Red-veined leaves untouched by the
Denizens of this desert.
Morality endures despite the sins
Of man, mere miles away.
Asleep at last, my small pond releases
Crawlers, bent on surveying the usual haunts,
Where spirits descend to warn of
Bad tidings, if wandering too far from this oasis.
In the moonlight, a pothole party regales
The gathered, with song and dance from the faithful.
Wind spirits, twirling nearby, brush feathers, leaves and
Tentacles, with soothing echoes. Green Darners rocket about, flashing
Smoky emerald wings, while fireflies spark the dark night.
Out here, wild rhubarb grows free.
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i love ice cream in the summertime while sitting on the edge of the lake with my feet wading in the water then catch a breeze so gentle and sweet - I pray another one just like it will pass through.i love a beautiful thought going through my head that is so sweet that it makes no difference that it's not real - because I get the same sensation;Only there is no price to be paid, no one to praise... but goodness for goodness sake. i love just feeling good and being grateful. for being reasonably
healthy after all i have done to defile my temple, and laffing for no other reason but for at that moment nothing is making me sad.i love being in a place where i can be caught up in my thoughts, knowing that i still have friends to share them with and that when i come down from this ivory tower of joyous thoughts. i can dry my feet off - turn on fake air and be ready to analyze some important issues, like which one of my grand kids, has which one of my traits oh well that's it for now...I wrote this all because i read this poster. Yeah i like breaking rules too, so i enjoyed writing this with no punctuation and little i's instead of capitol I's...https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/t1.0-9/1504073_732390496818098_5832240819954108140_n.jpg
I never did see a more beautiful expression
As if all four seasons had exploded
Imploded, eroded all the somber
A wonder so delicate...an art she exposed
Utterly unopposed is the dancers heart
animations of vibrations move through her
A Van Gogh of flow
like aged, cellared Bordeux
Wreathes of wind, sun and soul weave
down around her roots through her being
freeing sensations into the air
As if with Gaia's divine love affair.
Eyes drawn and beating heart unconcealed
She wields her radical, energetic shield...
The power to heal, to breathe, to love
above the brilliant sun, moon and stars
Oh what an orchestrated art in tune.
Spirit calls out to her from Earth
The birth of sound and soul unearthed
Oh what an art i've observed
To preserve the true art of a dancer's heart.
The mysterious day,
Starts up the bubble,
Snooze button delay,
Two shift double,
Heat on full blast,
Reaching for the hand,
Too much doubt,
A responder unplanned,
Trying to block out,
Block out a power,
A helpful soul’s passion,
Upon a rush hour,
Saved with compassion,
Life blooming; beautiful flower,
Sometimes it takes,
One individual man,
To fulfill the steaks,
Of another’s game plan.
Don’t give in when life is hard, become that beautiful flower- life hands you cards or people to keep you moving-use the right card.
No matter what you look like;
you always look beautiful to me.
I never cared what you looked like.
Skinny or big,
your still beautiful to me.
I still love you.
Focusing bring it in.
Black suede skin
Photogenic Super star
Posing however delighted
Touch the sky
Clicking flicking whirling twirling
Brand and smiling styling.
Girl in, a world of her own
The camera is her home
Youngstar shinning brightly
I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too
I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too,
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too
I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too,
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted
I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!
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Becky Bubble Brown builds a beautiful bungalow before
Beyonce Baker;But Becky Bubble Brown got blown with
a bomb in her bubble bath.
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Flames roared through the nights sky.
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames.
The heat warmed the mortals below.
They believed that this was a great night.
The sky emulated a beautiful red color.
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue.
They believed that they were all safe.
They were not nearly as safe.
They were witnessing Armageddon.
The war between good and evil.
For no one is safe until judgment day.
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue.
The birds will sing a tune.
The flowers will bloom.
That will be the day.
The day when we will all be ok.
family man confused
in plaid t's vapor
If it ain't the rest
It ain't the best
I'm a total mess
fill me up
Whether I will wither in the warmth
Or wilt with the weather,
I worry wildly!
For I'd rather,
Weep with wounds when wrapped into a wreath
Get wrenched (plucked) away worthlessly!
upon this black couple mountain
I sat and watched though like Jonah, bereaved
Mankind in travail like a fierce
Pregnant woman in the feeble street
THings grumbled and fall apart
Humankind deserted amidst tears and pains
"O heaven" i wailed
"Wail not, its their cause" the spirit said
"When shall this end" i asked the spirit confused
"Until the messiah comes" the spirit said again
I continued watching like the king in the days
Of Samson in the pretty house before it was damaged
Mankind were beaten like the Israelite of old in Egypt
My tears failed to come down again from my eyes
I begged him thousand times to come but it declined
My emotions became my father in the noon
" when shall mankind be free from suffering?"
I asked again but there was no answer to me.
Why after all of my mistake ridden years
Have I been granted the eyes of truth?
I see beauty in so many different ways
Than I ever did before, my song sounds
Sweeter than it ever did, and the echoes
Of my incoming evening tide, though near
Are far away on a horizon of waiting dreams,
And my soul feels as light as the rising dawn.
Why did those passing whispers of forever
Decide to nest in the furthermost corners
Of my grieving heart, and what gave their
Salve such a sweetly healing holy touch,
That lit me up like a smile on a rainy day?
And why are my footprints still in the sand
So far away from yesterday? I feel as if
I am still walking with you like I always did.
What makes a sunset turn into a psalm, and
Why do rainbows comfort my eyes, like one
Day when I was young, I saw the sun down
A wishing well, and when I got home, I looked
In the mirror, and a rainbow was etched across
My face, and its colours were so gentle a reminder
Not to let my heart grow drab and grey again, yet
Rainbows never can be born without a touch of rain…
Scented fragrance coming from your exquisite fingers
Tantalizing, tenderness, teasing me with your loving lips divine
I'm feeling so mesmerized with your midnight compassionate sensations
Does make me feel as if we're both floating on a cloud so high
Your enticing lips and flair are so soft upon lavender kisses within an
Enchanting, exciting, exquisite romancing me beyond my wildest dreams
Upon this midnight, we'll be in sweet rhapsodies caress
As we're both enveloped within our own midnight sensation song sung
As a wild-fire in our own tropical hut where two well-toned souls of
Lovers are scented in breezes can extinguish our sweet rhapsodies
Upon our midnight sensation tropical Isle.
Lusting for her attention my love will not astray
Lasciviously longing for her touch I am
Left as a lonesome lover
Longing for this looming emotion to be repaid
Attentively awaiting her response as I
Adore her angelic prowess
Absorbing her passionate beauty
Allured with her benevolent touch I
Admire her decadent love from a distance
Ultimately aflame from her radiance
Unveiling this starry-eyed emotion
Unswerving this feeling that I longed to revive
Unusually risking the despair in hopes of
Undeniably finding her there
Riveting as the morning sun, her beauty is
Resonating through my veins like a drug
Rendering the urge to satisfy my desire
Enthralled in her glittering ambiance
Elated by her smile, I cannot
Escape this everlasting trial
Nevertheless will she notice my devotion
Nervously wishing to numb my emotion, to
Nimbly evade this narcotic notion