the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.
We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.
My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.
Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.
In the summer Hot Weather, is the season of expressing the ultimate calamity of days of
unbearable treasure. The measure of pleasure is fullfill as the season soon turns bitter
cold. And now we prepare ourselfs for a new-season, a new direction as we get use to the
change in the atmosphere we give respect to the fact that, "Everything is Everything".
That an awsume creator in his infanite wisdom rain comes in all seasons and snow comes
in one season of Winter. I can remember the fun throwing snowball fights I share with my
brother and sisters and my friends growing up. The tree's change nothing seem to be the
same. Yes the cold-winter was cold, but they drifted apart, going in their different direc-
tion their shelter of protection is their own choosing, and we soon started our own fam-
ilie's, "still the season, brought on a much appreachable change". In the fall, we pull out
the rakes and we were given responsibilitie's to keep the yard neat and tiny. "Everything is
Everything", do you remember a season that you-not remember when you began to change.
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall all you have to do is call, and I'll be there yes I will cause
you got a friend. "Why do those moment seem forgotten", WHY... well those moments may-
be found through your kid's and your kid's are the moments you taught them to get up when
they fall. The season not to walla about everyday crisis is the moments that appears dim
and a season of Uplifting decorum is in all due season. At every believer's front door and
non believers too, is a season that the creator manifested you to be awear and that you
be the one to take everything to GOD in prayer: "Just because the weather turns cold
from the season that it was hot", "it rains on the just and the unjust, in all in all don't for-
get that friendship is the bond that glues the reasons to grap the loose change...
In all due season, "Everything is Everything".
Love too all that keeps the main
thing the main thing!!!.. `Cheryl
doll33` "Everything is Everything"
The wilderness in Arizona during cowboy days was for the adventurous to journey far away from their home front into the great divide where wolves and coyotes could take their lives. They were skilled hunters and master trappers that could spot a prairie dog close ready to go up their trousers. With two horses in travel, one for each, one would take a break to stretch a bit. The mountains appeared as a majestic landscape. Cowboys had made it to the badlands today.
Their journey for the common good and to find new country brought a mind-set and a certain hunger. Never to be dissuaded, even when one got discouraged, they will conquer their demons and be triumphant from their troubles. As they camped at night, they spoke on destiny. The altitudes they had to sustain were just an achievement once claimed. Why ponder on what could be lost when they came to summit? The acmes they face now. He stands to see the apogees and views the mountains before proceeding.
Cowboys in the badlands are oblique.
Cowboys in the badlands are circuitous.
Cowboys in the badlands are seekers of faith.
Today is a day not to abandon.
Two cowboys will become jovial and rich.
Cowboys in the badlands are self-fulfilled.
PENNED ON OCTOBER 09, 2014!
From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.
Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.
O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.
And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?
You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.
My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.
Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.
Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.
My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.
Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.
It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.
Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Look at yourself,
dacing through twilight suns
in sunshine colored dresses.
And you say I'm the crazy one.
Please, don't make me laugh,
I am too much annyoid with taught lessons,
of life and death and love is a magical thing
but I am not impressed till my Gypsy Queen
comes up from the shoreline of the Middle East
and comes and lays next to me, as we watch the ships sail
through the Golden horn of Old Istanbul
into the bay of Asia Minor.
You say I am crazy, Am I or am I just talking to myself.
I believe I am having a conversation that has no end about your beauty,
I talk to whomever has an open ear, and even if people listened,
Who would care about what I have to say?
Since I first laid eyes upon your beauty,
I melted and you took my sanity away from me,
you took my innocence away and turned me into a worried monster.
I love you, and you take me home with you
to meet your father and mother,
both poets who made love and created a beautiful poem called you.
I am in love with you, your songs you sing,
sounding better than a nightingale in the midst of the twilight.
Walking the seashores with your mother as I talk to your father.
He isn't listening, all though he is a good actor,
for he acts if he knows what I say to him.
I talk of you and marriage,
throwing of the rice, exchanging of the golden crowns,
the tolling of church bells, and a happy reception afterwards.
The honeymoon, meant for the first born to carry on the family crest.
As we grow old, I want to grow old with you
Nothing now, a few thousand miles of ocean and sea
seperates us from each other.
Do not worry, for I shall come one day
in the month of May, your mother's favorite month
and I shall bring along a golden ring, a pearl necklace and two roses.
We shall walk the streets together hand and hand,
and wait for the wedding guests to arrive and see us on our way
to new beginnings in holy mantrimony.
Care for me,
I ask you one question, Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Talking to white walls that don't responed with life.
I need you, too give me a straight answer, to love me
embrace me with your beauty and let me drink from your knowledge.
For my sweet Persian Bride, I shall love you for eternity.
Now, come off the beach and cross the crossing paths
of mortality and morality and join hands with me,
as we sing the nights away, along with the sweet nightingales.
As we look into each other's eyes
I ask you, am I crazy to love you?
Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope
Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down
to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me,
as we join hands and walk the shorelines
I see you my beautiful Penelope, she you who walks through beauty,
We shall join in immortality.
Your heart built of stone and paved in golden
you born out of the beauty of a rose and maturity of a lady
you are the one who never sings a depressing and low melody.
My Beautiful Penelope,
The one beautiful lady form Napoli
Oh, how you walk in such glory.
See me look over you and hear my heart beat
for you, I love you, see me for I care about you.
Take it from me, for I shall take you by the hand
and as our shadows rise to meet us in the morning
I can make love to you, then we shall love the night away.
My beautiful Penelope, as I take you through the twilight
we dream of shooting stars falling from the evening skies,
as we hold each other close,
take me and I shall take you and bring each other together,
and fuse us together with a sweet and loving kiss.
She is my beauty and I love her
she takes me by the hand and curels me to her warm chest.
Cares for me,
Makes me laugh,
Makes me feel good and uplifts my soul
everytime I lay my almond eyes upon her beauteous body.
My beautiful Penelope, oh how I see the glory in your blue eyes,
your luxurious, long flowing hair colored golden
like the rays of the morning sun.
Dare to care
about such beauty in her eyes?
Dare to care
about such beauty in her cries,
as she tells me of her suicide struggles?
I hold you close to me
and I hope you to be
my love for all eternity.
See me and I see you to tell me about you and your day,
as you come home and say,
That you love me.
And I shall say I love you too,
with a zealous attitude in my voice
I shall take you into our room and you shall tell me about your day.
You shall tell me, under the shadows of the trees, the houses, the red rocks.
I shall show you love in a handful of roses,
deliver you a bouquet of roses and violets,
as we see the breeding lilacs grow tall,
we shall lay in the grasslands and look up at the clouds,
that shape themselves into beautiful paintings in the glorious blue sea
we call the sky.
Oh My beautiful Penelope
my glorious maiden lady,
who sings such beauty in her melody
that it brings tears to nightingales' eyes.
My beautiful Penelope, you are my love
here are a dozen roses for you to express and show my love for you,
my beautiful Penelope.
Love is eternal with you.
I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.
I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.
I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.
But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.
For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.
I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped
Were thou thus, shunned, cast away
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk
Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze
Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots
An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
the more of naked souless crops
Effulgent sun proffers love
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds
The moon unravels wonders
Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.
We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.
Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.
Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.
As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.
.One Summer Long ago
I watched idly as the wind played with white puffy clouds
The sun shining brightly against the loud blue sky
The horizon shimmered and danced
merging sea and sky into eternal romance
Islands of white ,amidst deep emerald waters ,dotted the Aegean
Stretching away into shrouds of summer haze and misty beings
Waves crashed onto golden sands of deserted beaches
Baked by the sun ,unmarked and virgin for eons
Whispering above the wind, siren songs lured weary bones to rest ,
while billowy white sails float along to the west
The great long oars sweeping along the painted faces
of warships majestically making their way among long forgotten places
Dusty footprints in the earth lead to visions of truth and purity
To tales of beasts, gods and beauty
This is the land to which I sail ,
embarked upon my epic journey of which I will regale
A young man of thirty , on a quest for adventure and tall tales
Returning to seek a necklace recounted in myths and legends
As it proclaims ,a necklace adorned thy crown o mighty queen
A pure reflection of peace and beauty ,a rare sight to be seen
Now at war they seek your pleasure
The reason behind the lust for crown and glory
And to the victor ,go the spoils
One mighty warrior took his treasure
and killed the queen as his pleasure
In drunken glory he gave the crown
to his lover to keep till he found
A reason to return for his crown
He went back to war , and died for his sins
his lover grieving went back home to her kin,
He to his lonely grave , and she accepting her fate
Tossed the necklace into the sea as her heart learned to hate
She recounted many times , written in poems
buried by sands ,lost amidst the memories of long ago
,the map and all the treasure of their war
the story of their lovers parting day
Why she tossed it so unceremoniously into the bay
Calling upon her Gods to protect and curse
her secret of jewels from her death to her rebirth
Cursed and forgotten it was said ,
The secret taken to her final bed
Generations apart, a legacy passed down in poem and song
I, the younger son, took it upon myself to undo the wrong
to recover and to keep ,the jewels hidden in the deep ,
And close the door for all time ,
this legend of diamonds ,sapphires and gold
I would not rest till I conquered my goal, my mighty quest
trees whispered her name
for a queen was born
from a faerie and an archer
who had the soul of a poet
the love of his moondust
in an early summer dawn
a girl came in to this world
filled with magic and the love of all things
aquila took his bow
drew forth an arrow
which the feathers were brown and gold
aimed towards the sky
and let it go
the arrow arced high
burst in to stars
a star to carry
a star to keep
a star to remember
a new queen
that would join
all living things
under the forests of richest green
the summer queen
laid a single leaf upon the child’s chest
it glowed, then shrank
became part of her
this, i had never seen
for the leaf
carried all of natures’ magic
in an extraordinary child
signified all that is good
upon the great good earth
the queens and kings
the princes and princesses
all of heartstone
to see a tiny girl
who had the power of a single leaf
that lay close to her heart
that she knew
of the wise ways
that what lies within us
means, you are never alone
our tiny girl
who, in her time
would become the greatest living being
lay quietly in the great hall
surrounded by magic and majesty
past kings and queens
their hearts filled with wonder
most of all,
the leaf as i came to know
came from the great earthen king
who had passed on long ago
that there is always a past
that can never be broken
it will always last
we celebrated until dawn broke
sweet faerie music filled the air
darting lights everywhere
whispering trees spoke
i felt within my heart
as i held my moondusts’ hand
Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upon my stone face, upon the face, lays a simplistic smile
that shows no emotion, no teeth, no life.
Death, it is a sad way to go.
People hurry, say their goodbyes,
but when your alive,
they never come around, they never call, they never even think
of you and how you are feeling.
While you walk the streets, with a smile on your face,
nothing but knives stick sharpe in my back and gossip
burns a hole in my soul and heart;
but I keep on walking and smiling.
I keep rolling on through like a summer hurricane
tears apart a coastal city in the heat of June weather,
Walking till death comes to shake my hand and grin at my soul.
Then as you lay their in your casket
with a buqouet of your favorite flowers, (Roses and Tulips)
they sit around you, the same faces, the same blind eyes
and they all shed tears and says good things.
Too late for that don't you think?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what relief you get,
when finally departing in peace and leaving the drama
and careless people in your life.
After I am put six feet under, a week of crying passes,
After two weeks I am lost and long forgotten,
nothing but a stone at my cranium to keep me company
and my new friends, who sleep along next to me.
Dead and forgotten, but the dead never forget their fellow lost souls.
Only the living forget such souls that were so good to them,
now they are gone,
I am gone.
How do you feel, now that I am gone?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what peace you recieve in Paradise.
Will you burn the earth`s skin to glass?.
Yet, right there , in Harmony of `69
I bent in adoration
before the dusky pearl of your forehead
the soft slopes of your never-ending body
shifting under a sea of blankets
Oh! treasure of treasures !
in the inner-sanctum of the
tent-temple of my emerald heart,
filling it with that attar fragrance ,
that compassionate smile,
that yearning voice,
quieting my storm
to swim your sultry sea.
How could the world ever be the same again ?
rooted like stark brood of the Black stone ,
rocks parried thuddingly the capricious charge of waves
and subdued the swell and swirl of a dark ,disturbed sea.
The summer night was short
cleaved to you like a calf to its mother.
Your dark-eyed nipples breasted the blanket ,
occulting the coarseness of Harmony .
We rocked to cradle the peace in the galaxy,
with love milking the way
to the morning star .
Winking over the mount,
Venus caught us intertwined ,
drooling like babes,
I, summer cloud paramour of
you Landie ,
altar of my sensuous sacrifice
sweet naos forever
compassionate cosmic essence
for a gallant stripling
starving for affirmation.
i nested in mouths
now strident symphonies,
keen enough to split
into mutual opposites
that grappled , grinded and finally clashed ,
giving birth to a higher union.
I tattoo your name , Landie, on the stretched skin of the earth.
I pullulate the waves in your name
sackbutting the syllables
till tremolo breaks it breathlessly to foam
on the glistening beach of your belly
Wrinkles I didgeridoo into the dark blanket of our night,
stringing out your diadem of stars
I spiral you stately across my deep.
from the tug of your knees
i trolled our anchor through love`s flow
girding it close to my wound-up heart.
"Go now love….spare me a thought "
Your voice and a gentle seabreeze wafted me out.
Diving at dawn with a whale of love
between waking dunes
capped by sourfigs , bleary-eyed revellers,
the blue-blue sky warbled
“one and one and one is three
One thing you got know ,is you got to be free
Come together, right now , over me.”
to heartstone , we travelled
with our child
we crossed the bridge of the morning star
left our home at the place of the rising moon
a new child to be blessed
in the great hall
to be seen
by kings and queens
to the forests of redwood
to the east of the mountains
we came to the stream of sighs
the beauty of trees
eagles in magical skies
through the meadows
fields of flowers
blue butterflies around
they knew she was here
my moondust carried our girl
to the door
all of heartstone love, to unfurl
that a child could carry
everything that mattered in this world
the doors opened wide
the princesses of heartstone
took us inside
magic coursed through
flower petals fell
what we brought in to this world
under a tiny girls’ spell
the summer queen bent down
kissed the tiny girl
a summer birth at dawn
she held her
tears in her eyes
“with this child heartstone is reborn”
pure and bright
as a heartstone starry winter night
the girls’ smile shone
as she lay in the summer queens’ arms
we all looked on in delight
my moondust was serene
the heartstone in the great hall
began to glow
wondrous light emanating
for this was the realizing
of a special queen
never a child so young
had been made
to become a queen
that she would rule
all of the forest of richest green
her time had begun……
the heartstone was brought to the tiny girl
she smiled with delight
with the knowing look of the wise
she touched the stone
stars burst forth
in bright amethyst light
Summer hath come, May blocked the sun, son, yet I know you read this Jedi
Airwaves reek of radiation, reverberation stagnant holds no key.
Here we, hear yee, Kings of Alchemy
everyday, every way, mopping floors like janitors, scientists of style, fluidity.
Yet, have you ever seen "Good Will Hunting?" "How do ya' like 'dem apples!?!"
Faces fraught with pale, we do not understand or yet fully comprehend what it
is being accomplished here.
Still, week after week, we build this small community of ambition through
attrition. We pour out our souls...FOR WHAT? Bickering in this pan, flash
flooding through months supposedly in a drought. But, FOR WHAT"S IT ALL
ABOUT. (or Aboot, for my Canadian brother's and sisters)
I give thanks for your interaction, but will not accept judgment of the few. In
fact, purists, I will address you too, by flying high my middle finger, resisting
the itch to even edit this "worthless excuse for a poem". But I know better
than to pester you much more than that. For I too, need readers, and you're
dropping like flies in protest. Still I say: "You're pissed off, it sure beats
getting pissed on!" Perhaps the world really fades to black when everyone
stops talking of you.
There is not much I believe in firmly as the Universe/Multiverse is a million
white canvases. But I, and I do mean butt-eye believe we are waking up. My
duty involves elimination of the snooze button. If wishes were coffee, I'd stir
the world hot, and see that cups overflow with pure energy. The black veil
over our many nations needs lifted, and it's gonna take full concentration,
positive motivation, and quite possibly myriads meditating.
Amen brothers and sisters!
If this piece doesn't resonate, I recommend one week off from television and
or video games to improve clarity. Light becomes clear when dimming what's
dumbing you down.
Summer Love Is In The Air On A Boat On
A Train In The Sea Summer Love Is Here To Stay
It Will Never Want To Go Away Ever Again
Summer Love Is Sweet Amazing And Nice It
Is even Romantic At Times Summer Love Is
Just A Day Away From The Loving Holidays
Summer Love Is Here At Last So Pickup
The Phone And raise Your Glass For It
Is Here Again Now To Stay Our Wonderful
And Sweet Summer Love.
Summer time is here, and everybody's about to have a good time. The sun is out for summer
vacation and it's time to have some fun. The summer breeze is cooling everybody off after
a long day under the sun. Everybody's out at the beach building sand castles, playing
beach volleyball, surfing in the ocean, and relaxing on the sand. I hope everyone is able
to bring some beach towels, beach umbrellas, and plenty of sunscreen. All people could go
for a glass of iced tea or lemonade after a long day. Summer vacation is like going to a
summer festival at Central Park in New York City. Sometimes, all of the summer days are a
little bit boring, but some of them are filled with a lot of fun and a lot of excitement.
There's a lot to do during the summer, like, going to summer camp, , reading books filled
with plenty of adventure, and stuff. There's 104 days of summer and everyone's not going
to blow it. Even though summer will be over and temperatures will drop down, summer will
be an unforgettable season.
When Spring turned in to a Summers day
The Summer Queen returned to play
The warm days......
The King of Water ,happy to see
The Summer Queen
For, the water blue...............
Loves the deepest green
How the trees and flowers grew
The wand of the Summer Queen ,
How beautiful the holly bushes.......
By the Great Hall
The birds and butterflies flew
Through the Whispering Trees
The sound of the lark..............
Floated on the breeze
The joy of life,
continues to amaze
amidst golden haze
The King of water and his Queen...........
Renewed their love in the Great Hall
The Heartstone looked on..............
How the sun shone!
The Tapestries knew..........
The love so true........
The colours showed.........
the West wall glass, glowed
The Castle grounds........
Filled with colour and sound
The summers' symphony
The birdsong all around
Summer cannot last..............
For, on the horizon
Autumn leaves cast,
thus begins the circle again
The Earthen King,
had the strength of two castles
One cannot fight the Wraiths,
build so much
something was breaking
The King learned of his mortality
and knew not why
As nature changes...
Some things wither...
Some things die...
For, during the fight for the Heartstone
On the battlements
The King was wounded deep
During the dark days,
he kept this secret
For, there was much to keep
A Kings' strength cannot last forever
A King who built castles of stone
During his final days,
had the comfort of his Queen
and the Heartstone
The joy of Heartstone,
tempered with the news instead
Of a king,
who lay dying in his bed
The Faeries gathered round..
For, the time is near
For, the King, they held dear
The Summer Queen at his side
With one peaceful sigh,
he closed his eyes
This is the nature of everything
You cannot mourn,
what you haven't lost
The Summer Queen and the Faeries
For deaths' sting,
did not leave them forlorn
The Passing of a King
A great King
Whose memories belong on the Magic Tapestry
A King who built beautiful castles
With the strength of two
There were no tears
Only sweet gentle rain
The rustle of leaves,
from the Whispering Trees
The Summer Queen,
kept one leaf from his cloak
She kissed it gently and softly blew
A west wind carried it through
to the Whispering Trees
The Trees took the King
Made him part of everything
The passing of the King, you see
as is the changing season
I love you and know:
More strong than before
Is a feeling of love
We are waiting for
In the fresh, green delight
Of free heaven!
And free flight!
It is here - all right,
In the life now is a sunrise
And new summer light morning,
I miss, spring was very warm
When we kiss,
Where we are always young
In the hot and green,
Love will always win,
To the summer dreams
On the blue, yellow and gold
Of the spring-autumn
Wings of the sky,
Music is a language
Of our free souls and words,
My dear baby!
It's a very beautiful morning
Now but cold - and I think
That I always know how
To play - all this world
As one of the lovely and
Pretty days of golden evening -
Was the really live music, yes!
And very excellent concert
Even don't know how
But was great mess,
And I pray and think about
All things that we miss,
Our love will never die, let
Kiss, my darling baby!
Let always have a lot of warm
Air and strong light
For our rose, please, stay
Now here, don't say good bye,
Let compose! It's a great
Delight - new song to compose
For our rose, my dear baby...