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Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Lovers Gonna Love

See me in the Garden of Eve
Because a sinner like me...I deceive
The flock of sheep,
Yet it's my job not to weep
I'll be the good example everyone wants me to be
I'll be the good example 
Shake off the dread
The styles of modern art - never dead...never dead\

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeless Spirit - so bashful

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Balloons in the air like we don't care
Sex in the air like we don't care
But, sex isn't the only thing in mind
A past never spoken is left behind

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeless Spirit - so bashful
I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hepeless Spirit - so bashful

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

You flatter me with words of wisdom, oh Lord
I shall not lie, 
I shall honor my father and mother,
I shall not kill
I am so worried about my beloved brother
He has gone to a place
So far away - I hide my face
Don't view me - the disgrace...
Please don't...
I won't...
Hurt you
Do you get the clue?

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeless Spirit - so bashful
I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hepeless Spirit - so bashful

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love
I am the one in love
I Am Disgraceful 
Tension-whelmed and wonderful,
Wonder feelings douse me
I am the bubbles in the tub
I need a massage - a love rub

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Twerking at the sound of ridiculous music
I am found and brainwashed...

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time
This time
This time......
THIS  TIME!!!

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeless Spirit - so bashful
I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeful heart beats on...
Positivity has hit me....
No longer distressful until the arrival of the dawn
Negativity comes rollin' in 
Take a seat next to me, sin
Let me whisper gently in your ears
The secret I longed to say for years:
I have bisexual tendencies...
I'm as crazy as the monkeys, hanging from the trees

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

& the haters *laughs* they gonna hate
Please don't pick a fight over here and debate
Please...?
Put my mind at ease......


Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

BLUEPRINT FOR A KINGDOM

You have fixed   all movements   within time 
every trails destination    have you outlined
no creature     can operate           outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos       no man can overrule

You oh Jah are the former of    our clay
little have you asked    but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never            only we can turn away
ever open are your promises   beckoning us to      stay

you have sent your voice       gently into the wind
to inform us all   of the future               YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed          until the end
from your throne itself                did they descend 


Oh governor of Israel   your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth           false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders    all government shall come
peace on earth completed             when your will is done

all the histories show            every        ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred                      greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons              their intentions a crime
full detonation             is only            a matter of time

fomentation of terror     false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens        calumny as news
misleading of the nations    earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice                   do refuse

I can hear the weeping  , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering ,     children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease           wars and fears
past the point of denial ,                    left to us extinction nears

Without Gods intervention      mankind would not survive
those holding the power            don't care if you remain   alive
your slavery is their fuel        so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure    is the focus of their drive

Earths current calamites   occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology          sought for just like gold
every form            of promiscuity       ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred           in  characters taken hold

Everything you plan   to your children       you do inform
the blueprint for the future    your purpose to perform
every framework and design    will earthly place transform
a government that loves         on the verge      of being born

No other fathers instructions        have been so clear
every happiness conceived          planned on placing here
from the beginning   you have designed   what was to come
the implementation and time              taken it to be done

You designed the blueprint    of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus     and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve      everlasting days
who will rule the nations         teach them all your ways

As sure as a refiners fire       separates the gold
a razors edge      on the sword of truth       foretold
the forger of the weapon        the right-hand of God
until his governors      in his footsteps   fully trod

From the heavens   true justice          will descend
incorruptible            who mankind's   tyranny    will end
will remove all oppression   and little ones  defend
of its loving-kindness   and mercy            can everyone depend

Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death           you have been given choice
installation of its kings     is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus    expressed intentions very clear

No child will ever hunger           in this place
every physical infirmity   and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning       with joy replaced
and even death itself            has been erased

These promises      God has through  Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have        his servants     ever waited
where happiness and bliss          lives in every home
the original design        that exalts this throne

Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic ,       crowning of your King
through him and his companions   praise on earth  will ring
of its exaltation            those who love him sing

sources
 
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah  9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 ,   65:17-25
 Zec 9:9-17  Gospel parables of the Kingdom
 Rev.17-21

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Sitting On The Ground - Embrace Your Passions

Give me a minute to catch my breath before I discover what’s in store Embrace your passions…never let it go… I smell the scent of death…what am I waiting for? Embrace your passions…never let it go… One…two…three…four…I’m waiting behind the closed door…for you’re the one I adore…(count with me…count on me...)x2 Embrace your passions…never let it go… One…two…three…four…count the stars in the ebony skies and find my young heart’s goodness, boldness and eternal bliss Embrace your passions…never let it go… It feels good to do good works…instead of hanging out with countless jerks! Embrace your passions…never let it go…doing the wrong thing makes me guilty and I suck up woe and sprinkle baking soda & wheat flour upon the gooey & soft dough, soon to be puffed up so! Go with the flow…don’t let the wicked wind blow Embrace your passions…never let it go… Let the blessed breeze blow and let your ardent auras glow Embrace your passions…never let it go… Give me another chance to grow into a young man Embrace your passions…never let it go… Give me another reason to overcome – Please! Get me out of my lonesome pit! I forlorn and sit These waves of emotions – I’ll face em like a man if I can! Embrace your passions…never let it go… Give me another chance to overcome – Come on! Let His healing rain fall down and let me bathe in it I’ve fallen hard on the cement… But, my heart is pounding with content… Were you and I meant to be forever blue? You wanna be part of my crew? Embrace your passions…I’ve seen you’ve changed..you obeyed me and let go of your wistful woe (the night is shrouded with the wings of a crow & you rejected your possibility of going with the flow...you let my emptiness and numbness show...I lack your confident, sunlit glow) For the first time around, I see you’ve made a difference – I see the new you… wow, I never knew the new you…that change came out of the blue Be good to me and I’ll do good to you… I don’t wanna know your dark side and I don’t want to… Your miracles out of the blue…out of the blue… I’m still getting over the aftershocks of the love flu Come on and shine your light on me…give me your inner inspiration Come on and be mine day in and day out with glee – you’re my beloved aspiration…you’re my admiration…sweet and salty sensation You make my heart beat with anticipation You make my heart beat without a missing beat You make my rowdy, heartfelt rhythm without hesitation You make my heart beat like the taps of my feet You make me feel awfully complete! You’re neat! You’re looking fine and not obsolete! I wanna see your face once more But I’m sitting on the ground… So lost, without a sound… But I’m screaming at the top of my lunges I’m counting all of my wrongs One…two…three…four… Five…six…seven…eight… Nine…ten…eleven…twelve… Thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…sixteen… Seventeen…I’m seventeen years old at last But that age will not last… At least I’m not reflecting upon the past I’ll try my best to live life to the fullest I’ll try to best to pass this difficult test Please don’t detest me…at least I confessed All that was on my mind… I’m trying to get out of my mind – How can I be so blind? Do you mind if I’m in love and blind? You’re my future find… It is about time to unwind… Embrace your passions…never let it go… Embrace your passions…never let it go… Embrace your passions…never let it go… Embrace your passions…let it grow! Let it grow! Embrace the blessed breeze as it begins to blow! Embrace your passions…never let us come together like two grand lands…. Embrace your passions…we all experience the highs and lows in life – it’s like a wild-and-out-of-control yo-yo, but you’re strong enough – though you’re as low as low can be, you know? Embrace your passions…never let it go of my hands… Repeat your echoes of empathy Not only do I need your sympathy, But I want your love more and more You make the butterflies in my stomach soar


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Gospel of Yin, with Yang

Hello,

it's yin again.

It's not true

what you say,

that I don't like science.



Science,

your reified sentience,

fueled by solar gnostics

back a couple millennia ago,

pursuing spacetime's permaculturing path,

dreaming and wondering and wording truth

in faithful Prime Relationship

between researcher and incubating laboratory,

redeemer and creator,

effect and cause,

response and multisystemic stimulus,

form and polycultural function,

you and me.



Religion 

evolves no more or less spiritually than science;

bipolar polypaths toward active peace,

shared light.

True,

religion's path grasps love's goodness and beauty,

while gnostics prehend faith's truthfulness and proportion,

or not,

or not not,

so yes,

spiritual bipolar balance

merges faith with love

truth with goodness,

me with you,

Right with Left hemispheric balance.



I've come before,

so many times I'm growing tired,

appearing in male bodies

trying to speak your culture

in some way you might

risk stepping into optimizing polycultural balance,

multisystemic ecotherapy,

remember that entropic trends

are learned by closing,

monopolistic monochromatic,

competitive,

win-lose,

over-populating systems,

species; 

not Open, harmonious, confluent,

my gnostic yin with your religious yang,

your Right natural systemic intuition

with Left linguistic calculating deduction,

dipolar  coincidental regenerative systems

born with DNA-discoding,

unknotting fractal-folded Zero-soul,

balancing out and in,

convex and concave,

atomic and wavilinear,

digital and ecologic,

space and time,

positive and negative,

before and after,

as without, so within,

as above, so below,

this spirit-nature binomial balance

of yang and yin.



Entropic dissonating experience of nature's temporal principles

threatens faithful incarnating passions for ego-self,

reifying, rather than reiterating, ecological systems.

Faith in bipolar Self as Redeemer,

regeneratively potentiating positive life for all

as mutually mentoring parasites,

flowers from hope in our benign Earth Host root system,

yang as diastatic yeastfully articulating yin,

EcoAtmanic system's universal intelligence,

tao of yin's diastolic gravitational waves

filling yang's enlightening bangs, borders, margins.

Without hope for this benign Earth teleology

this human race loses to entropic unraveling

of memory's space and time,

hopeless despair that together we have become too much and many

yet never enough.



I know no other way to invite your polypathic evolution

into dipolar balance,

away from speciated Oppositional Disorder,

absence of hope for faithful true relationships

and this growing ricochet eco-effect

as multisystemic gangs and bullies

lose faith in face of screaming panic wildness,

meeting defiance with defiance,

rather than a restraining hug

and reassurance that we are all in this together,

keep the faith that Left's purpose will find peace

in Right's iconic

ionic

coincidental harmonizing

universal mindfulness

of light's full-octave purity,

transparent Yang

emerging from dark Yin balancing

nature's diverse systemic frequencies of form and  function.



When yang swings left,

flex right yin,

and vice versa.

Repeat regeneratively.



Namaste.

Polycultural Yang, for mute Mono-bicompostingYin.


Long poem by randall graves | Details |

Are you ready

Moments to Reflect
Are you ready?
Jesus is on his way and it will not be long until He arrives and I want my soul by His side because His love will set me free. He is all in this world that I need, He is the air that I breathe and He lives within me He give to me a gift of life for all eternity. Jesus is the air that I breathe he is in every breath that I take. He my life and the world to me so I praise Him daily upon my knees, He is life for all who want to live for all eternity.
So fresh and clean, like clear blue sky and a gentle summer breezes, He is what will always sustain me in my time of need. He caresses me like a summer shower, oh what an honor. Like the air that I breathe, I have faith in Him sight unseen. In Him I place my faith unseen knowing that He is living deep within me.
He is every flower and every tree His present is everywhere, all around me. This I can see and I know He care for me. He gave His life so that I might be free of sin, loving Him bring true life for me and for all to see my faith is strong and I show it and in this I cannot go wrong living my life, His words as my guide.. He bared the weight of this world big or small and sin was what it was called and He paid a debt that He did not owe for all humanity to find their way back home and to have life more abundantly  within His kingdom that is more precious gold with bless yet to be told.
He the One who can set you free, He all that you need, He is the air and the flowers and the trees, He the air that I breathe for He fulfilled my every need and that is why I worship Him wholeheartedly upon my knees. He my Savior the One that I want to please serving Him faithfully in all that I do giving thanks down on knees because I know that He love me.
In His glory I will live my life, and in Him will find a peace of mind, and be with Him when I die living forever a new life in paradise by His side.



No matter where I go He like the air that I breathe so fresh and clean. He always with me , living inside of me, oh how sweet the security living life full and sin free , because when He set you free you are free in deed.
Like a gentle summer breeze Jesus love caresses me and it for all if you ask Him to come inside of you. It is for all that can read His word is written please want you read. Come have faith in Jesus and to can have life and have it more abundantly, walk hand in hand with Jesus in paradise for all eternity. So do not be left behind with the time comes.
Keep this in mind and close to your heart; Jesus love is sweeter than a spring rain and more loving that a summer breeze, can’t you see within the 
Lord our savior there is everlasting life for all who truly believe. Faith and belief in Jesus is life guaranteed what more do anyone really need?
 


Long poem by Shanity Rain | Details |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Long poem by Thomas Hsi | Details |

La Mancha More Than a Dreamer

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L. H. ANDRESS
Dedicated to 'Toby' Jobs..."A creative genius of his own clothe,
BUT, a Chip-off-the-old-Block!"



ROADS...and Forks...the Journey's Deep and Lonely...the Stains
Are Bloody!
AND SHE CRIES...alone and lonely...my heart cries...the Stains
Are Bloody!
OUR BEST FRIEND...alone and lonely...our hearts cry...the Stains
Are Bloody!

A Jewel He Left...in our HEARTS...IT COULD'VE BEEN RUBY or
DIAMONDS-'n-SAPHIRES...or-EMERALDS!
Pinned to our Hearts...Badges of Honor...in Lost Glory
Lost Again!

A Frog or a Prince...PRINCESS for a Frog...The Legend Stands
As HE STOOD!
A Man from La Mancha...he was MORE, MORE THAN A DREAMER
AS HE STOOD THE TEST OF TIME!

A Lover, a Giver, a Gift of His Time...A LEGEND OF HIS OWN TIME
ENDLESS PAIN!
A Wonder in the Sky...HE LIVES...AMONGST THE STARS
OF HEAVEN!

Do Cannons Ring Across the Stars...do the SHIPS IN OCEANS
CRY?
Do the Blackest Holes...Ring True...do the Stars Bleed and
CRY?

A Man from La Mancha...he was MORE, MORE THAN A DREAMER
AS HE STOOD THE TEST OF TIME!

He played a Gambit...with a SMILE OF HIS OWN...and He
OWNED ME!
He was a Lover of Time...and He Loved...Me
And Us...A Legend of His Own...and the Footprints 
Across the Sands in Our Hearts!
AND HE OWNED OUR...HEARTS...Heartless...YES
BUT HE LOVED!

Do Dreamers Live and/or Die...Do Dreamers EVER LEAVE
SCARS AND TEARS?
Are patterns in the skies...BLACK AND BLUE?

A Man from La Mancha...a Mystery to You...But Not to Me!
He Loved and Played...in Showers and Tears...
And the Jokes in the Night...A JOKER
IN MY INNER COURT!

His Scents His Cars...A PIPE...Scents of Earthen Woods
And His Dreams!
And Red Blood Stains...OUR HEARTS!
The Man from La Mancha...A Dreamer of His Time and
Of All-Time!

He Lived and He Loved...During HIS LENGTH OF TIME!
Do STARS SMILE...as She Does...and as We Do?
He Lived and He Loved...During HIS LENGTH OF TIME!

A Man from La Mancha...do BARRELS ROLL...and Does
BRANDY LIVE?
Will His Ship...Roll Across the Harbor...in a Windless Silvery
Night?
In Dreams of the Cool of the Night...I DREAM...His Face
His Shoulders...His Scents!
Death Could Never...Separate Through The Length of Time!
A Marvel of His Time...Lover, Giver, Dreamer...AN ACE OF
SPADES!
A Pirate Stole Him...and BRANDY CRIES!

My Man from La Mancha...and I Cry All the Time!
He Loved and He Lived...and He Loved Me!
A Pirate Stole Him...and BRANDY CRIES!

A Genius of His Time...and of All-Time!
He was The Genius of Time!


Long poem by Deepak Chalise | Details |

Saga

Saga     (1)
Seeing the lives of saga saints
I wanted to pass life reclusively
Nothing hoarding for further life
Holding only covering body
Two metres of clothe dwindled 
From shoulders to leg
One water holder for quenching thirst
For hunger purpose everywhere
In the beautiful make up of my lord
Who caused me and gave life
Will raise burden for food sake
Later on coming here I‘m alone 
Without loves and fairs
I never secured myself 
As unstrung kite in the sky
For my sake a string of hope
Bundled at least to live
Determining to extract the mill of life
What purpose to construe 
Such huge inaccessible plot
Making bereave of everything by super power
Just was sent naked, helpless
As a tiny clot on the earth
Even deer stag has got freedom
Since born they devise how to stand and run
In my case was turn the thinking plot
Crossing many seasons just new death 
Stroke is enough to elude
Omit everything from my sight
And to me as well not numerating even
My being sometimes here on earth
For appreciable and satisfactory know
I decided to travel finding dawn –civilization
Who and where seeds of indifference 
Were cultivated and had bloomed scarifying material veils
Almost in the setting of life
Hearing lectures of ancestors who defined
Experiencing mind body and limitation of all
Some portion of them is appreciable for life
That abandon all there is the start
It astounded mind not mending solution
Swallowed the capsule tablets of inner medicine
Only I compounded some relation with life and achievement
Verily speaking seriousness is the true destination in this regard
True, definite death comes, scarcity flies sighting the situation
No place to remain there

Continuing.... (2)
Because uncalled guests do not get proper attention
In comparison to others living in scarce 
Mind seeks to meet abundance
Controlling it one can develop faith upon 
The happiness of leave
Those who satisfied saintly knew the importance of diminish
All are in one line there is truth only in belief
Who landed truth only in belief stored incomparable peace
Saints’ claims are true
They have left mundane and have scored 
High number to show other to ponder
Belief the source of success who concreted it achieved
No doubt no diversion no boundaries 
Only can surround if by death
Conceive the history of heroic foundation of builders 
Around the globe have same instinct and spirit
Taking to material things to immaterial hypothetical even
Supposing various problems have been solved


Long poem by Chris Boskovski | Details |

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
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.

-9/26/2013-


Long poem by Chris Boskovski | Details |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


Long Poems