Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Univetse blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
Copyright © Justin Bordner
How my heart longs for spring
with its warm light breezes.
To see the wonders of young buds
slowly unfurling bringing colour.
The promise of new birth all around,
baa of new born lambs as they skip
through the green lush pastures.
Chasing after each other gleefully.
The happy songs of birds gathering
up wool and twigs to refurbish nests
Some already sitting patiently on eggs
their mate bringing fat worms and goodies.
The longer lighter nights hold promise
of the hot summer that is soon to come.
Spring flowers adorn woods, fields and hedges
and gentle splash of pastel colour fills gardens.
Until Spring gently takes over from Winter
I will dream on wrapped up in woolly fleece.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
As the darkness falls across the sky,
Stars start to shimmer very brightly.
Your eyes reflect them clearly,
Hiding your grief and pain.
At the ocean shore, you gaze the stars,
Reminding you about your dreams.
Awakening about your reality,
Wishing it was just a dream.
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron
Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???
Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??
Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?
I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.
Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????
Copyright © Balbir Singh
As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.
I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.
Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.
She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.
She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.
Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.
She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!
We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski
You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start,
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.
For I’m just an old guy
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.
My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.
Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.
And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.
But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.
Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is true.
But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”
Copyright © Robert Candler
Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.
Copyright © Peter Dome
Sweep[ me off my feet
Walk me to the dance floor
Slide your hands on my arms
Shake me to my very core
Twirl me out bring me in
Hold me from the back
As we sway and we groove
Passion neither of us lack
Dip me so smoothly
As you kiss my neck
Pull me back up
My heart i must check
I crave you so much
Even from our very first glance
Fall into forever with me
As we indulge in love's dance
Copyright © April Mitchell
If only dreams had wings,
I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don't stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds
If only dreams had wings,
I'd have met my man from Tokyo by now
If the roses still blooms, tended less;
Less worries that I will for so long plough
If only dreams had wings,
Low grounds will my feet fear
If money had meant no value at all;
Off every luxury should my feet wear
If only dreams had wings,
There will be those bright lights;
Very eager to blind me into void's air-tights
If dreams had wings,
I would definitely be flying by now
And right now
Copyright © Dorcas Onuh
In the small town of Campbell Missouri,
A young girl with lovely brown locks
Sits, having been told she might never walk again
As all aknowledge this belief in town,
A fear swept around,
And many children were kept down
But in the spirit of this child,
Desire to walk snuck over her fears
Perhaps she wished to surprise-
Perhaps she could not stand
The judgmental eyes-but all the same,
She picked herself up, smiled,
And sauntered around the room
Happiness pervaded the house
As the family friend, delighted,
Sang merrily the song,
“Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?”
Today, at California Mission Inn,
The same girl, now a woman
Walks her glorious walk
With confidence and grace
She is 91 years old and strong
Her eyes lighting up as she recalls
She hums the dreamy tune
As I jot down miracles
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal
THE POPE HAS A DREAM
“The Pope sat down for
a bite to eat,
He really was hungry –
so he wanted a treat!
He fancied fish and
chips – or a KFC –
All washed down with
a glass of Pepsi!
He was feeling quite
tired - and he fancied
So into his bedroom
he did so skip!
Lying down on his
bed - he slowly did,
And he started to
open his biscuit tin
He was so overtired –
so he picked up his
‘He glanced in disbelief,
at all the gossip and
He mumbled; ‘this
won’t make me fall
I’ll call for my aid – her
name is Bo Peep!
“Come, lay down, you
worthless old sow,
How did I pick you?
I’ve gone wrong
Bo Peep said; ‘shut
up, or I’ll send for Allah,
But he fancies Good
God – it’s in the Daily
The Pope kissed Bo
Peep, on her pale white
Now he does feel - right
up the creek!
“Come to me, you sexy
Or do you still want –
your midnight feast?”
The Pope thanked Bo
Peep – but he wanted
to sleep –
So he curled up and
dreamed of Meryl
The Pope would wake
up from his sleepy
He said to Bo Peep;
‘I’ve been to the
“Yes, I know – you’ve
been on TV –
This will be impressive -
on your new CV!”
The pope had woken
from his sleep, he
I remember the
Philippines – and a
“The small child was
you, in the country of
And your destiny now –
is the Philippines.”
Now, drink your coffee –
we do need to go –
The people of the
Philippines – would like
to say; ‘hello?’”
“What a dream it was –
it was so real –
I feel so happy – and so
To love one’s dream - is
a love supreme,
God Bless the Philippines,
my sleepy good dream.”
Copyright © Darryl Ashton
The cool wind blowing lightly on her
Curtain carressing her softly
As she lies on her cozy bed
Thinking and dreaming away
Slowly till she lazily closes her eyes
Not long does she visualize beautiful images...
Oh, she's on a vast grassland
With her pretty boy besides her
While she's in his sweet embrace
Both of them looking up at the sky
Breathing in the fresh air
Feeling the cool breeze
Listening to the chirping of birds
The running of water in the nearby stream
And the rustling of trees
She tells him
"Someday, I'm going to give you a baby girl!"
He just looks at her with a smile
And she smiles in return with a wide grin
She's never been so happy in her life
Soon after, she falls asleep
Letting out little snores softly
He too does the same
Aww...such a bliss...
Dark clouds fill the sky
They're awoken by a loud sound
Thunders clap and lightning strike
Strong wind is howling eerily
Everywhere is so dark and scary
There's no one in sight
Large raindrops beat hard on them
Everything is blowing away
She has an uneasy feeling
Sensing the danger
She grabs him tightly
For fear of losing him
But he slips away from her arms
Try as she may to grab hold of his hands
To no avail, he's been taken away by the wind
All she can see is his sadness
She shouts and screams for him
But he's no longer in sight
Tears still streaming down her face
Trying to hold on to a tree
Afraid that he can't find her
When she's not there
For what seems like hours
Everything is finally back to normal
Calm and peaceful once again
She can see the daylight
Birds come flocking around
Stream continue its usual path
But he's no longer there with her
Not anymore, try hard as she believes
Still feels his presence lingering beside her
Shuddering from the cold
Still she refuses to move away
From the same patch of grassland
Where sweet memories lie
Hoping and yearning for a miracle
That he'll be back one day
And stays by her side
Never to leave ever again
Days and nights pass
Tears run dry from her now swollen eyes
Alone and scared as she may
Realization dawns upon her
To her dismay...
Her dream has been shattered
She opens her eyes back to reality
Thinking for a moment
Amaze by her vivid imagination
Tears attempting to well up
Touched by the sad story
There's only one thing
That's going through her mind right then
"I want no shattered dream..."
Copyright © Eunice Lee
Arise son! The night is nearly here!
Others may work in the light of the sun but you in that of the moon
Get up boy! Listen to your mother!
Your father will return soon;
He has placed the earth in a deep slumber
It is now ready for you
Why do you still stand there?
Hast thou looketh into the eyes of Medusa?
Those messages won’t deliver themselves...
Get up, Morpheus! GET UP!!
Zeus has entrusted you with this great duty;
Don't brush him off like one shoos off a fly!
Your task is perhaps the most important of the gods!
How can the humans believe in our message if they don’t know the message?
You will send messages in the form of dreams
Men will worship you! Oh how they’ll worship you!
Morpheus, "The god of dreams!"
That is what they will call you!
My son: Morpheus THE GOD OF DREAMS!
What a proud mother I'll be!
Copyright © Rhema Jones
A VERY HEAVENLY IRISH SURREAL DREAM!!!!!!
Recently, I had a very surreal dream when I went to heaven for a day. I was met at the very large pearly gates by St Peter - he was so very charming. He asked me some security questions and allowed me in. I was told to follow a very lovely pink path to some more large crystal gates - and then press a door intercom door entry system. I was by now getting so very excited.
I approached the beautiful crystal door and pressed the buzzer - and I was allowd in. As I entered the room I could see a man with a long white beard and dressed all in virginal white. He stretched out his hand which I gently took hold of - and he just smiled at me. He then took me for a tour of Club Paradise were all the famous people who had died and had gone to heaven were all sat chatting and drinking. Some were even smoking - I turned to Good God and said: 'smoking is banned in public buildings like clubs and bars in the UK - and all the people who do smoke they are all treated like they have got leprosy.' God said; 'my, son, Darryl, nothing is banned here in heaven.'
We then proceeded to another room were I saw some very beautiful angels all laughing - then God said; 'look over there and you'll see the IRA's IRA!!!! And also God had also summoned the Queen of England up to heaven for a chat. They were all discussing the recent activity in Ireland - the people voting to legalise same-sex marriage? They weren't impressed in heaven.
They asked me if I would sit in on their meeting as a witness? Too which I agreed. They were discussing how best to punish the Irish people for breaking a commandment made by the boss - Good God. It was then they all decided to inflict a deadly and natural disaster on the whole of Ireland by sinking the whole country into the sea as punishment. Good God asked me for my opinion - and I said; 'I didn't agree with the recent Irish vote - and if you want to inflict such a natural disaster - then so be it.
I then had to sign a secrecy document before - I was allowed to leave heaven. God then thanked me for my visit - and he arranged a beautiful silver cloud to take me home again. I was going to be rather cheeky and ask him for "six winning numbers" on the lotto?! But, I didn't want to push it!! Good God then winked at me - and said to me; 'I'll see you sometime!' How right he is! It was then I woke up - and for the first time ever - I actually didn't want to wake up from my rather surreal dream. But before I did come back down to 'ground level' - I did get the autographs of Elvis Presley, Bill Hayley, and a few more superstars who I'd seen and met in the Club Paradise Bars in Heaven. And they were all happily and 'freely' smoking away!! What an end to a fantastic and very surreal dream. Now let's all just wait and see what happens to the Irish and to Ireland!! Could there be a very "heavenly" occurrence about to happen!!
Copyright © Darryl Ashton
THE WEST WIND
Blow you westward wind, blow betide,
Blow upon the western sphere, blow a gale
Rout the shacks on the range, the ‘scrapper a tremor;
Let wail the pine boulevard and the Indian stream screams,
Blow, the palm to bow, and matters to float on air;
And blow, by thy whim to sway the lives of men.
Whence, thou coming from and where, shall thou end
‘Less we come to thy base and offer sacrifices
To restrain thee and make thee honour our will.
Why be not visible, that thou be invincible?
Except thy howling echoed by plants and apparatus,
Like from a funnel, the emptiness of a hollow nothing.
Whirl then and Blow through the hemisphere,
Where the dreams of men pitch a watery globe;
Blow, blow down the poles, the outer space
Till they evaporates on the thin windy air
That man may lose control of them
And be swayed by life to where thou would blow.
Copyright © ITSOGHOLE O SOLOMON
An ode to.......
Drifting through my mind like an elemental
You seem a waking dream of color and light
The moments are spontaneous and incidental
Only remnants illuminated particles of plight
Devastation it lingers the pain is instrumental
Spasms scarring and blurring my vision white
Mingled with words the effects detrimental
The breath of reason with wings take flight
Leaving my dreamlike thoughts fragmental
The days bleed and fuse to the dark of night
The voices lost in anger always judgmental
Lingering in confusion and madness in delight
Jealousy burns the soul but only incremental
Eternal seems the burden internal is the fight
The scope of my part denial is monumental
Truth to me is a dream no longer in my sight
The intent not intended the result accidental
Sadness weighed heavy with a warriors might
My young heart was scared and temperamental
In my leaving in my heart I know I wasn’t right
Years stream by our love glows in the sentimental
Its resonance beckons memories of you held tight
Heartfelt lush dreams of our love transcendental
Longing from afar as my words fade like candlelight
Copyright © Drakavai the Wordsmith
the thoughts that rest here deep
I’m laying low and waiting
as those bullets whiz past me
it’s those little things that wound
those moments I can’t see
can we reach the pinnacle
or all that we can be?
too heavy in this heat
you try to pull the blanket off
I sit in the hot seat
the gash that will not stop
my mind continues to seep
nothing stops the heartache
of a heart that will still bleed
we lay down here together
as usual I don’t sleep
your hand rests on my body
there’s no comfort there for me
it flows out with the current
a bottle floating at sea
coming back to haunt this room
just one more lonely dream
Copyright © J B
our children dacing
dacing at the sight of lighted bulbs
like when the eclipse occured
but their hope dashed
but his wealth is intact
for his greatest grand children
children that are more equal
more equal than the others
our mouths now salivates
on seeing mere nuts
like dogs for bones
bones of our lost sons
sons last seen on april
april of the pools
pools of ballots
ballots of inec
our stomach now speak
speak like the dogs
dogs that came beyond the sea
but they have learnt
learnt to look
look since their demands were not meet
our youths now play in moonlight
play games in the sand
games out of fustration
fustration due to lack of job
our graduates now employed
employed in barrow pushing company plc
with first class honours
obtained from war front
our universities now battle fields
our wards soliders
only to come home
with paper to prove it
all their hopes in it
in the designed paper
paper that cannot feed
even the fetus in the woman
they made him believe them
them that are beyond the sea
that his wealths are safe
though they beautify their land with it
he knew not that the value of
his wealth has been used
used to tare their roads
used to build schools
used to build hospitals
used to make things better
used to empower their people
used to make them what they claim
those beyond the sea
though his wealth are safe
it have generated hundred times
to say the least, its worth
he claims to be rich,
the cock that crew
the dogs that bark
the cricket that creaks
the youths that riots
the children that cries
all are saying in Unison
wake up and behave
like a black though are
for our blood flows in you
let them know that we have an origin
our origin so strong
our strenght so wisely use
our wisdom cannot be decieved
wake up and take from them
the wealth they took from us
wake up and suprise them
and make our homes the dream land
the dream land of our fathers
those that fought till sleep came
and those that still wait for sleep to emerge
wake up and let them know
that our wealth we can manage
to make our homes eden
the eden our fathers lived in
For our tribes are stong
as strong as the lion
the lion accros the equator
our home the heart of Africa
Copyright © Magnus Nwagu Amudi Esq
When the world will set off yet again
To live life on the same planet
In the equivalent field of magnet
Running the same race all over again
To part where I'd say"give me your bag".
Bonding of brotherhood
The nous of livelihood
Like birds in the sky _ like confidence in our bag
let the weather weather us _ apparently
Standing tall for both
Watching out for both
Where the moon is silent _ apparently
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday
In one time of our lives,
We have dreamed dreams,
searched out life by the seams.
To dream of breaking out of society cage,
putting past us senseless rage.
Taking hold of self-realization,Dreams hold tribulation.
Dreams show us deep within our minds,
What we truly desire,
Lights a burned out fire,
In hopes, that dreams may find someone new to inspire.
Desiring someone daring.A mind every so caring.
A heart so fair,
And shoulders to bear.
Dreams are kept in the back of my mind,
Longing to be revealed in time.
Copyright © Ettie Christian
I Live My Dream Everyday I Wake up Beside You
Why Cause it Was Me You Ask to Say I Do
I Live My Dream Everyday When I Touch Your Beautiful Face
Why Cause in My Heart its You I Have Placed
I Live My Dream Every Minute That Slowly Ticks on by
Why Cause All I Need Is You for Ever at My Side
I Live My Dream Just like the Flower Attracts the Bee
Why Cause in My Heart Is the Best Place to Be
I Live My Dream Just like the Beauty of the Rainbow
Why Cause I Love You More Then You Will Ever Know
I Live My Dream Every Time a New Star Shines in the Night
Why Cause Only You My Arms Wish to Hold Tight
I Live My Dream as I Watch the Clouds Drift Across the Sky of Blue
Why Cause Just like Me I Can Say Forever I Love You
I Live My Dream Every New Day the Sun Does Shine
Why Cause You to Me Is All I Need to Be My Valentine
Copyright © rose allard
So finally the book is done
You'd think I had some time for fun
The query letters have been sent
There's some cash left to pay the rent
The mail man comes by every day
He waves to me and goes away
You grab the letters stacked inside
At this point you've got no pride
Ads and bills are all that's there
Do the agents really care?
How the hell do you get fame?
If no one really knows your name
Do you try and make a pitch?
Will that really make you rich?
And who the hell will pay the bill?
If nothing's left inside your till
So do I just go back and write?
Is this not a losing fight?
Can't cut corners anymore
Need my nickels for the store
For fame I'll have to wait awhile
While pushing burgers with a smile
No need to feel both sad and sour
Hey! My pay's ten bucks an hour!
Copyright © Gary Kraidman
Christmas is what it should be!
Not for a drunk and all for glee...
The time he spends on dreaming things...
He has no wings!
A drink, a smoke, and so it goes...
A life unending, as he throws...it all away...
And then he dreams that, someday,
he'll be different!
Is someone out there... he can hold?
Unto oneself, but there's no mold...
A life he lives to suffer still...
and so he lives to dream until...
He dreams about another past...
escapes the drama, he makes it last...
just for another day...if only he could play...
A part that no-one understands...
for just to fit, so he can band...
together still, without a care...
There's no-one there!
No-one there except a drunk...
that's just like him,
so he can bunk...
until he's had his fill...
Such delusion, he believes...
that he can balance to receive...
A pardon from the Master's hand...
a never ending journey and...
A life he should be living still...
but for a dream that he would kill...
just to belong within the race...
He has no place...
He doesn't fit!
For just a drink to end the pain...
Let's have one more, so he will gain...
A reprieve from about his past...
That it may last...just for another
Copyright © Robert O'Brien
I will have beautiful children
Who will take after me when am gone.
Their names shall be called grace and
Love shall abide with them forever and ever.
They shall bring salt and pepper to me
Run errand to me beside the silent doors.
Upon their hearts shaLl my names be written
Then shall I cover them like motherhen.
Even if money don't really come
They shall be my gold and silver.
My children shall be my pillar,
I shall have them on my bossom,
Kiss away their tears and pains;
Look after them in days of trouble.
They would be pride of jacob in joy.
Right in my heart shall I lay
The right mat for my children to lay.
None shall be barren, vangaborn nor wayward
Rather their tastement shall be of righteousness.
We shall work in the strret with joy.
Those on my arms and some on my back
While some walk beside me as a guide.
My joy and happiness shall we dwell in.
I will cook enough to feed them
Bath them under my nose and care.
In night shall I sit them down
To teach and educate them what
My life, their lives and our lives mean to me.
Copyright © john chizoba vincent
Stuck in this cave inside my head.
Used to be dark and ominous, now it's a safe place instead.
Your voice is just a whisper now,
as the blackness washes over me like a shower.
Nails dig into my flesh as I hold myself close to me.
Too much pain, have to keep it hidden so no one else can see.
The torture, the tears, all the times my soul was ground
into the earth, since the very day of my birth.
I try to smile on the outside, It's not so easy.
I try to believe that love and life is pleasing. But the fear of repeating life's
mistakes is too heart wrenching.
There is a light at the end of my tunnel.
Beckoning me to come outside of myself.
I inch my way, trust is not so easy.
Closer now , I feel the warmth cover me.
Could this be a dream, or is my soul finally free
Copyright © Bonnie Frascarelli
We all have a
Or, so it would
Despite, Our being
on an opposing team
And, weighing Our options,
on the balancing beam
For, One over the Other
wants to be Supreme
Copyright © Karin Edwards
Take your name and place it
On a platter where walls say
That heart-fell missions do control
A new musical tune
Which is a line on your head
With ecstasy to its perplexed mirror
but listen not
God is just a you
and a bottle of dear lilies
take your name and place it
On a stone a broken stone without windows
Copyright © Jairo Dealb
late at night i dream of you
like little boys dream of hero's
i in bondage of lonliness
send you love notes of my distress
and in my dreams you always arrive
just as allways in the nick of time
my doom once again thwarted
my gloom and despiration departed
my thoughts fly through the air
to kiss an angel i must dare
and in the kiss find love fair
vanquish lonliness and dispare
with three words offer
tender loving care
my dreams to offer
my heart to dare
late at night i dream of you
hold my pillow and wish it was you
Copyright © john loving iii
With a sigh
In her minds eye
She escapes to another place
Travels to another time
Remembering with a smile...
Never in her wildest dreams
Did she ever imagine
That the dream that is him
Would become a reality
The haze of her dream world slowly fades
Bringing her back to reality
The reality that is him
No longer does she have to imagine
Her dream has come true
Copyright © Shasean Russell
In My Dream
In my dream I was your gurl
In my dream i was the one who forfills your world
In my dream you showed me that you cared
In my dream i knew you would always be there
In my dream I gave you my heart
In my dream you took the love that was there from the start.
But As I said before "In My Dream"
It was only a dream that I hoped came true
But now in the end it won't be you
Copyright © Khalilah Shuaid