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~ATLANTIS~ Featuring:) Kelly Deschler
Can't be re-written by the Gods
The land and sands of time'
Destroyed by the fire of Poseidon's curse
Atlantis swallowed by: Earth
In one day and one night
Peaceful existence met its end
Built on a volcano, now surrounded by ancient rippled tears
Lava stripped apart the rich and glorious empire
Enriched by Engineers and Architects whom loved power more than the Gods
Forgotten souls, sheltered by a watery grave
History withheld from shallow sunken memories,
Western sky's hide the truth, a vision from the Pillars of Hercules
"An island situated in front of The Strait of Gibraltar"
Ghostly ruins wait to rise above the Mediterranean and Atlantic Waves
A magical island held down by the hands of death,
Atlantis lost city walls ---a secret hidden by mermaids
Partially buried, beneath the ocean floor it lies
The largest sunken treasure never to be found
Magnificent pillars of an imperial palace still stand
Somewhere hidden under ancient sand
Some are leaning against turrets, that toppled after the impact
Nothing human will ever inhabit these walls
No feet will ever touch these staircases, again
Only an eerie silence now resides here, with the blue-green waters
Seaweed grows along it's outer walls, like ivy on a trellis.
Obscuring it even further from the human eye.
Other ocean tides will never compare
Tantalizing blend of fantasy and mystery
Stone walls covered with precious gems
-Listen to PLATO'S voice-
"Look close, Look close, into the sea!"
Through the light and Pillars of Hercules
Some where out there buried in the vast
ATLANTIS THE PARADISE
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
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The flower that is given little light
tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive -
then fades away like dusk into the night.
The soul who struggles just to stay alive -
much like the flower wilting in the dark -
tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive.
How can a fire be lit if there’s no spark?
Without hope’s gleam, the soul will waste away -
much like the flower wilting in the dark.
This is the plight of one whose world is grey:
Though others say a paradise exists -
without hopes gleam, the soul will waste away.
A man upon this earth who tastes no bliss
is like a soul brought low who droops his head
though others say a paradise exists.
How sad that someone rather would be dead!
The flower that is given little light
is like a soul brought low who droops his head,
then fades away . . . like dusk into the night.
For the "Hope" Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
and now for the contest of Nathan A
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Opening wings spreading out
one pure beautiful image in beholding
Gracefully embracing inside visions
greeting Mother of pearl shimmering rainbow hues
Her horn sparkling tipped diamond
Under the moonlight silver gleams
Her silhouette reflecting light
Princess wearing golden horse shoes
One mane in softest satin silk
Regally standing mustang wild
Magically colored purest washed from the ocean foam
Cascading hair scenting of burnt honey
Eyes penetrating in baby blue awakening
Her long lush lashes flutter and glisten
Upon her lips last rosebud's dew
Her coat in white like slushy snowflakes
reflecting glass shards of crescent cradles
She roams the fields singing to the prince
it is only love that will finally set her free
from a curse cast on her beauty
by an evil wizard
To be the only winged unicorn
of it's kind in the world
flying into softest cushioned clouds
She dances and sings,then she stills
In distance she listens to the sound of a flute
And there She sees a gorgeous young man
lying on carpets of evergreen
along with his father,and mother the queen
Her melodic voice like that of a jeweled string harp
hypnotised the prince
He ran and ran after pink butterflies which led the way
They took him to her
They glide above them
then to the promising celestial sky
they flew away baby blue
infinite their love.
As if He knew her in another lifetime sweetly
His eyes where glued. Into her own
He knew he loved her and had to hold her
Never to leave him all by himself
regally standing mustang white
His eyes were fixed into hers...
To her he went with joyful tears
His lips brushed smoothly her every fears
As then he whispered behind her ears
You are a unicorn and I'm a man
but with no other my.heart will share
I ll make you mine if you say yes
The first winged unicorn as a princess
Then he kissed her upon her neck
and a strong wind just pushed him back
From a white horse. ,fair lady She
had now won over her destiny
The prince's lips removed the curse
Now she is his ,as he is hers
Overflowing his heart
in sweeping golden joy
forever on deep sands
living always together
in everlasting happiness
written by Liam and Charmaine
a fun write dear friend
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Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach
It is a sun splashed day;
the air is silent with the sound of waves
the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.
The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm.
The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims
into the arms of its mother sea.
It is a private beach at a spot in the world
where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld.
It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses.
The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.
The golden rays of light from the bright morning star
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.
In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean,
with a piercing love glare that beckons me.
Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.
Without a thought I grab the back of her head,
jerking my lover's whole body towards me
locking her in the strength of my grasp
inviting her to quench my desire.
I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss
remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.
She embraces me as I lift her in my arms
naked for all the Gods to observe.
I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.
She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her,
hold back both her arms and use my mouth
to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters
that kneads my flesh like so much dough.
Suddenly I set her free.
like a lioness
a lioness in heat
for the taste of flesh.
The world dissappears
I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel.
Nature's voice conducts
an orchestra of emotions.
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch
as a series of divine strokes
finger paints portraits of rapture.
We dance slow to the precise notes
of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity.
In one fluid movement our bodies become one.
There is no end to the flavors we consume.
Cooling waters flame our sins.
We explode like a building imploding
gracefully to the roar of a white sound.
we pass out
locked in each others arms.
When we awaken
we find ourselves lying on
the fine white sand beach.
in the telling shades
of a Jamaican suntan.
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Contest Name: Make Love To Me
In That Ancient Place
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She painted her emotions with a dark brush
My heart sunk into her canvas
Transported to an endless sadness
She greets me there with a smile
Her light not visable from the other side
"Come" she says
"There are many rooms to explore"
She skips along yesterday's corridors
I follow in tentative foot falls
She looks back, "Here it is, this is where we'll begin."
Through the door we go in
In an instant she disappears
I wondered was she ever here
Then a silent voice whispers in my ear
"Watch and listen, all will unfold"
I watch in silence, my heart feels cold
A mother in a hospital bed
Two baby girls
One of them dead
Tears of joy now sad instead
She whispers "do you see?? Happy Birthday, little me."
I hear her giggle in another room
So I walk through another door,
a toddler alone on the floor
Mom sitting, at a table with a drink
Little girl starts crying
Mom doesn't even blink
The scene changes
A parade of men
Mom needs her lovers
Over and over again
In the night
When mom's asleep
Into the girls room, the demons creep
On the bed, there she lays
She leaves her mind
While the bad man plays
I want him to stop
Her so helpless
Him there on top
The whisper returns "There is nothing to do,
I want you to know the source of my blue."
I say "please I can take no more"
With that she says "there is just one more door."
She is back, she takes my hand
I walk through a door to her promised land
The darkness, is all stripped away
She is young once more, it's bright as day
She turns and smiles, " I'm okay,
long ago I learned to pray."
I said "I do not understand,
how could he let that happen to you?
Is he not to blame for your world of blue?"
She looks again with knowing smile
"You will understand in a while.
One day all anwers he will reveal,
best understood when you learn to kneel.
From her canvas
My mind wishes release
Flowing into my heart, an ancient peace
On humbled footsteps, my journey within
A world of shadows, paper thin
I see beyond sadness
I search within
This dark picture,
brushed stroked on my mind
Her life touched by sin,
Is now redefined
No longer is she broken
I watch her light grow
She says "I'm okay,
it's time for you to go."
For Kelly Deschler's Ghost stories contest.
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Across the valley
Stood the mountain I believed to be id
Two levels and a summit
Made it appear layered
Like first-dynasty pyramids
It would be a long climb
Step, stumble, slip,
Clutch and elevate my entire being
The valley’s simple green plants
Lived in symbiotic coexistence
With bees and ants
Nature nurturing nature
An embryonic journey
Between the Tigres and Euphrates
Such splendor might have caused me to remain
But I walked on
At the base of the mountain I paused
The summit hidden by a cloud ring
I looked back upon my Mesopotamia
Hailing its verdant simplicity
Questioning the summit’s worth
But uncontrollable curiosity
And unquenchable desire
Edged me forward
I climbed onto rocky soil
I stumbled as stones slipped ‘neath my feet
Reaching out to clutch a bush
I pulled upward
The first plateau ran before me as a brook
I peered into the pool of life
Finding amphibians, reptiles, fish
Ankles rubbing green algae
Creating eerie sensitivity
The water cooled me
Thinning air brought calm
A sandy bottom soothed me
Such harmony might have
Caused me to remain
But above me
Within a mystical Saturnic cloud
Secrets of the summit beckoned
Edging me to elevate
Sweaty palms grasped a wild rose’s stem
Sharp thorns drew blood
My body fatigued, I cursed the climb
What marvels lay above the ring
The second plateau’s diversity thrilled me
Simple moss, brown rabbits
Deer with long, willowy legs
Hundreds of life forms
Gave me entrance
To Thoreau’s untouched paradise
The alluring cloud hung low above me
I questioned my destination
The second plateau’s oasis might have
Caused me to remain
But irresistible desire
Again edged me to step, stumble
Slip, clutch and elevate
I entered the cloud layer
Feeling hot and cold dancing vapor
The mountain I believed to be id
Swam under my feet
Perplexed, I muddled upward
Above the timber line
No trees, no grass
No plants, no animals
Still I was curious for id
And took the final step
A cold granite peak
Amidst the grey moisture
Self-realization was achieved
I had seen all that was beautiful
But passed it by
The key to paradise was offered
Yet I had been a martyr to my own desire
I could not see
The valley, brook,
Or paradise of total life
I could see
And I cried
For want of something beautiful
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My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane
My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone
Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes
living in a worthless life
All these times
The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight
I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will
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Written for the contest
MORE SONG LYRICS
Have you ever seen, the sun setting down
Upon this red roofed town
And hear the sound of love begin
I have never found a more perfect place
Than, when I see your face
I simply fall in love again
Don't ask me which way the wind will blow
Or the tide will flow
Or even where, our love will go
I just know there could never be a place
Where I can’t feel your warm embrace
With those lips I love to taste
Have you seen the mountains rising from the sea
That’s where I want to be
With you eternally, in grace
We hear our tune, carried along the wind
Strummed on life’s violin
As a tear rolls down your face
Don’t ask me why the good times seem to fly
Or why some passion dies,
Or how lovers, can say Goodbye
All I know is when I leave this tropic heat
I am filled with the Latin beat
Until the next time on this street, we meet
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paradise is not a place
it's a person.....YOU
your eyes speak heavenly words
my heart's listening
my soul mounts on wings of dreams
strong arms enfold me
fulfilment of every dream
passion's exhaled breath
lips seal this solemn moment
your eyes...my haven
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I want to be her one and only sugar
I want to be her manly chiseled sweets
I want to be her dedicated, devoted lover
I want to worship and kiss her freshly washed feet
I want to be her boy-toy roaring tiger
I want to pounce her lovely curvy womanly physique
I want to be her piped piper
and whisper love-potions
that lead to interactions on silk bed sheets
Visions of bondage pounding in my twisted mind
A raw encounter I hope and pray repeats
Seductive mistress, dressed in red lace from toe to head
Granting me, allowing me, to touch her delicious treats
Lead me to a room full of hard core kinky steel
With rough play things and rings and chains and whips
Igniting thoughts of pleasurable pain, so surreal
Waiting for her overpowering wet kiss on my bloody lips
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The dawn of true love
My heart feels comfort and peace
Falling leaves of red and gold
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Sail away with me on a lovers voyage.
Let the wind's soft caress carry us gently out to sea.
Free of inhibition; cloaked in midnight satin;
each breathtaking star holds us captive.
Moonlight's spell drawing us deeper still;
feeling the rise and fall of ocean swells.
Covered in misty wet kisses, breaching vessels bow;
a hypnotic rhythm, taps softly on the keel.
Wind gusts hints of welcomed storms.
Tossed by gale through uncharted waters
as we crest the surging waves, one after another.
Adrift, as day breaks in sun's warm glow
Anchored only to each other....
A lovers voyage.
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My Lady Requests So Much
Shall I splash love into your gay heart
gift a golden treasure beneath your feet
setting my sail into your longing chart
my heart quickly pulsating to your beat
Shall I chain my mind to your sexy dream
clouds of hope wrapped deep into your quests
Tasting the sweetest drops from your steam
slavishly hold each of your love requests
Shall I now set my hopes onto your all
embracing your charms every night's feast
Set my heart to your every beck and call
worship your beauty as a loyal priest
Nay, my love I shall gift to you with strings
Requesting songs of your love that rings!
Robert J. Lindley 08-28-2014
note: All requests are granted.
I that trades love for love find a
treasure beyond all measure!
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As I sit my horse, on hilltops I find
I will not touch the traveled plains no more
As whites have come, to take away what binds
All wondrous lands my eyes have seen before
For many moons a warrior's heart sustained
A free people who rode the warmer winds
We moved as clouds, before the pouring rains
And shared Mother Earth with our naked skins
A dark cloud grows higher than eagle's wings
As we sense the depth of our coming doom
The days are shorter, war smoke climbs like strings
And we feel our death songs are coming soon
We place our spirit's fate with Mother Earth
And seek counsel from warrior ghosts of old
To find, with the coming of every birth
Dead warriors keep stories from being told
Anguished cry for buffalo and elk, grows deep
Hunters leave parched bones in mountains that climb
Mothers who suckled us with milk now weep
Knowing our hearts and dust,meet the end of time
As I sit my horse the tears now flow
Revealing a spirit once proud, now dying
We'll disappear on plains where grasses grow
To this cause we'll fight to death, defying
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We`re on our way
Visiting good old friends from Norway
Now living in Turkey
Its the smiling country
We got everything we need..and more so
Romantic evenings with candlelights on the table
Eating out everyday,and watching the perfect sunset
The scenery is beyond spectacular
Not so nice sceneries comes sneaking into my thoughts
TV news shows an infant,shot to death..right through her chest
Another infant penetrated by grenade splints,now laying dead on a table
Her father screams in pure anger,anxiety and endless grief
More than 200 innocent civilians found,sliced to death by the army
Schools..hospitals are being used as canon targets
Civilians being forced to walk infront of tanks..defenceless kids most of them
Just in case resistance groups should make any attempt to stop these heavily armed forces
They are used as living targets
All within the hour from a holiday paradise in Turkey
Tears are shed for you..brothers and sisters
Your life is bleeding out of you..but your spirit will fight `til the bitter end
How cruel..How unfair it all is in this world
My thoughts and prayers are with you Syria
April 4th 2012
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My loved one is an artist
Her spirit now runs free
And though she paints in Paradise
She's ever here by me
And I can see her pictures
Of children, lakes and trees
The brushstrokes of a loving life
They come as memories
And I can kiss the colours
So vivid still, so clear
And I can touch the passion
Of one we loved so dear
For she is still beside me
As on our wedding day
Painting dreams in Paradise
And just a thought away.
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To paradise come; chase your blues away!
Pure pleasure resides at my favorite place.
Where sand and sea sparkle and palm trees sway -
to paradise come. Chase your blues away.
Just play and jump waves. Stay all of the day -
warm breezes and sun caressing your face.
To paradise come; chase your blues away.
Pure pleasure resides at my favorite place!
Written 2/5/13 for the Chasing the Blues Away Contest of Becca Lucas
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so many times beneath the stars
our lives are lived for fate and scars
infancy seems to abound
from everywhere it screams its sound
too loud to hear the voices true
without a sound, it comes to you
it strikes with force, a fist, a roar!
so strong a warmth you can't ignore
the vision marred by human sense
for now the journey must commence
the trials begin with fervor rise
a gaze glares straight within the eyes
so hard to suffer ends defeat
victories are ever sweet
the sky preludes the next advance
all surety, no happenstance
a place of firm and solid lore
where the light and night I wore
as symbols of forever more
no longer will I toil and chore
Poem genesis from:
by Poet Destroyer A
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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.
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He treads his own path
In this world he lives in
Most people pass him by
No friends do ever welcome him
Cause he will never lie
And tell them what they want to hear
He’s a Sagittarian
And he just tells it how it is
When all is said done.
He bows not to authority
Though He’ll obey their laws
Yet politicians, priests and Kings
Don’t influence him no more
And all the so called truths he hears
He question all of this
He’d rather be a man alone
That’s just the way he is.
He’s stood alone for a long, long time
A weirdo some Call him
Because he has his very own mind
And finds his truths within
He has no fear of what’s ahead
Be it paradise or hell
To him it’s all called destiny
And only time will tell.
18 November 2013 @ 1145hrs.
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I watch the rain flow backwards
Back up into the sky
I was soaking wet and now I'm dry
All the moisture is gone, sucked up from the ground
Reversing rain, it makes no sound
The flowers cry
Tears joining the rain
As the moisture is lost do the flowers feel pain?
Their colors exhaled
Only dust remains
The trees look angry
Gnarled branches are bare
Colorful foliage no longer there
Leaves like breath have blown away
The birds have left
No reason to stay
The world we know reaches it's end
Back to the sky life blood ascends
With each droplet we make amends
Back to dust we do descend
Our crimes are many
The earth cries out for blood
We become part of a different flood
Rejoined to the earth
Us men of mud
Questions answered as we rise from the dead
Earth restored by rivers of red
Fountain of life no more rain
Joy makes way ending this pain
New beginnings God mercifully reigns
Back to the garden
Surrounding a city of light
Now we're clothed in garments of white
Like dust blown away
Night and darkness replaced by day
Gifted new bodies we're no longer clay
God has the final say
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When I was just a little girl
With mind as always, in a whirl
Me and my cousin, we would roam
Far, far away from my sweet home
We'd make our way to some rocks we knew
All covered by green moss, we two
Oh it was such a magic place
And left huge smiles upon my face
To us it was a fairyland
With imagination vast and grand
We both saw fairies, little elves too
Dancing daintily as they do
When that time came, we had to leave
Both our little hearts would grieve
We'd leave that haven, her and me
Our minds brim filled with memories
So we went back to normalcy
And though it made us both unhappy
We knew that soon we'd go back there
And see those we folk everywhere
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Oh, angel, how you flutter 'bout my heart
The joy of love and living you impart
Your voice my soul does carry into flight
Illuminates with incandescent light
Your eyes are blind to wonders of this world
Yet, when you sing, its beauties are unfurled
I live a dream unmarred by pain and strife
Where passion, joy, and love are verdant, rife
You sing my heart into that special place
Where naught resides but beauty touched by grace
Angelic face when lit up by a smile
Invites my heart to dream a little while
Bocelli, angel sweet of paradise
In blinded eyes, the light of heaven lies
March 30, 2014
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
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Why aren’t we happy?
What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.
And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?
If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.
6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.
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once again, let us have a ride.
the wheel is turning round and round.
too many heartaches of a broken heart.
it's time for us to enjoy the ride.
hold your breath tight,
we'll start to soar.
let's start it over,
reheal the soul.
this is the moment,
a ride 'til the edge.
hold me close honey.
don't delayed happiness.
on top of this ride,
I'll hold your hands.
and keep you secure,
never I'll let you down.
I will share you the feeling,
you've never felt before.
I'll send you to heaven,
where paradise reborn.
spin it slowly and make assure,
we'll not miss each steps of valor.
In your arms envelope me,
'til we reach the heavenly bliss.
the roll is done,
and breathtaking lines.
life is just short,
enjoy the ride! ^__^