I can put things together
Sometimes I'm on what you wear
Sometimes on things
Sometimes I get stuck and you get mad at me
Its not often for me to break
I'm made out of metal
I'm a zipper
BEYOND YOUR END
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me,
and deep enough to see the end,
beyond your end is where I'll be.
Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.
I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.
And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.
And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love impossible to find.
Û © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
Have you been in love?
Have you shared a kiss?
Have you ever got a hug?
Have you ever gone thru all of
I have not, nor ever been.
I have lost time and miss,
I have bitterness inside of
I have nothing and noone to
A lonely heart is like being
A lonely man is a walking
A lonely soul is trying hard to
A lonely friend is asking your
Will you not open your heart
Will you not give me your
Will you not kiss and make
Will you not love freely and
come to me?
Black Eyed Susan
A basket ball player with bounce
Said, “All my opponents I'll trounce.”
But thanks to a gale
He fell on his tail,
And off in a huff he'd to flounce!
Incomprehensible! (A Brief Critique)
Monomaniacally, Thomas Sterns Elliot
wrote in The Waste Land a Lyrical Lay
Sadly for those of us hollow like other men
Incomprehensible! Take it away!
Blood drips from your hands,
You stand where the victor stands.
Was it worth it, worth the death,
Destruction, to your right and left?
Would you have, rather died?
Left someone else to bathe in pride?
Do you need the luxery,
Raid the Capitol's treasury?
A web they span to hide their lies.
A trick of the light in ways.
Jewels on your clothes stained red,
The blood of the childrens drained lives.
You must gt up in the morning,
Their haunting faces in your eyes.
You are the victor but you haven't won.
Scarlett O'Hara, she
slew all the fellas--not
lifting a hand
'Cepting Rhett Butler proved
with, "Frankly, my dear, I
don't give a damn!"
pins on the wall
all the words he has found.
He likes to say that his
treasure are now
For the background of this rhyme:
Angel’s sing a chorus from cloisters that echo lustful cries of love
While lovers drink in glances, passion turns to intimate desires
With trembling limbs they move, eager to entwine
Showing signs of hunger, in eagerness they thirst
Like a fine wine, they gingerly sip the taste of their sins
Soon to be committed
The Parish priest would be shocked at the debauchery
Yet why do the angels sing in unison?
The passion of love and life is the angel’s glory
A choir sings from above, at the happiness below
The coupling of spirits and raw desire
Gods design a miracle
To be celebrated
Note: This is a collaboration with Mystic Rose, and what a pleasure it was!!!!
Hearts to you-hearts to you
What can be said about
Valentines day that's not
been said before?
Only to say that I
love you so much that I
gave up my whore.