I am over it,
I'm cancelling it,
Marriage? I am not a vow,
Until I see what I saw,
I left the effect of Aww,
I lead my life in a soar,
Please, I don't even need to listen,
My skin is still glowing and porcelain,
There is nothing to claim,
Please, for all my attornies to shut down his name,
I have my own game,
They are all the same,
I am waiting for someone special,
I don't need to feel regret,
The drama is already on set,
We just met,
I listen to the Angel's harp,
The melody is so well-played,
Still don't know me,
I get myself ahead of the game,
I am not your fool anymore,
As I am searching for more,
I would not allow myself to soar,
Without my new lover,
Who does not take me for a sober,
That one is not my beauty rival,
I already have another arrival,
Of my foremost Idol,
Whom they mistook for her,
They are like snobbish and snorty goblins,
Trying to snatch away the frenzies and even my Clairins,
I have my reasons,
Unlike her, she is not herself,
Blown out of proportion,
Oh, she bit herself again,
Bye, bye not seeing you again.
Imagine this,
I put up like this,
There is no end to it,
The night came in,
The creeps give the chills,
I wonder how to feel,
It is the sequel,
The storyline is captivating,
Very eye-catching,
The movie Serpent is in search,
For a more dramatic and chaotic impact,
In this hour of darkness,
I can still feel the sensational,
Of going on an adventurous journey,
Is this a survey,
Or a rental one,
I could be someone,
Looking through and through,
I spotted a feline,
Of a different kind,
I don't mind,
Give me the sign,
The next blockbuster in line.
Sitting in the morning sun with my puppy on my knee
Eating chocolate biscuits and drinking lang foo tea
I think that I might write a book or maybe just a rhyme
I feel if I am really quick it shouldn’t take much time
but then I look around and see the things that need be done,
There’s beds to make, the floor to sweep, the washing not begun
How very easy it would be, to ignore it all, be chiller
just sit right here with my feet up and write myself a thriller.
With visions grand, Trump to buy and claim
Canada, Greenland, Panama
In this bold, contentious game
© daniel miltz
Dream the ambitious dreams of romantic young!
Their visions of life have just begun.
Encourage their future road.
Reassure their load,
reachable
rung.
Teachable,
achievable code,
in a continuous mode
to reap rewards of what they’ve begun.
Dream the ambitious dreams of romantic young!
Chickens aim so high.
Aha! That's what I thought too,
When I hear you cluck.
The Old World collapse,
As people choose more power,
Groping in mishap.
Ambitious treasure seekers on a pirate ship
They bob up and down as the waves give a dip.
We see them coming, and we give a loud shout.
Giving them a hooray and hoorah from our homes no doubt.
We know they have money in the forms of silver and gold.
They came to the coast to gamble – both young and old.
We open our blackjack stations and light our casino sign.
If there is any real big spender, I hope she comes to mine.
she had a burning desire; an egocentric thrill.
a need to disrupt the constancy of her life,
to dramatically dissociate from conformity,
and become the sole dweller of her universe.
one that rebels it's place in the cosmos.
she was already remote from the others,
outrageously imposing and other-worldly,
she accentuated perfect idiosyncrasy.
for her icy mantle that created fog halos,
she carried a core imbued with a fever.
she fanned the flame to burn into an inferno,
until she shifted her life into full retrograde,
bridging together the divides of her nature,
she activated her freedom and individuality;
a woman of color in a monotonous crowd.
with life's impermanence cruelly threatening,
she manifested every energy in abundance,
channeled her soul's sacred wavelength,
hauled her dreams into subliminal orbit,
for she had one chance to envision her self.
voyaged into a black hole of introspection.
unaffected by forces that oscillate around her,
she dismantled every negative tendency,
and like a celestial body as eccentric as Uranus,
she awakened her own cosmic rhythm.
Luminosity
Pending rendezvous with Earth
An ambitious star.
Muse imagination fires; another night’s sleep, lost.
Carpal tunnel initiated; muse pours herself through.
Flood of her dreams; my heart’s delighted by her flamboyant artwork.
An ambitious man, wealthy he was
Dashed into the sea
To pick a pearl
Into Shark’s open and hungry mouth
Both entered
The man wept and cursed the pearl
On his knees he begged the Shark
“Allow me go out even by hind-door”
‘No way… both doors are lacked’, the Shark answered!
As an infant, I would never know
about the the things life would lead me to go.
At age five, I start my innocent life
but still don’t know my ambitions nor my strife.
From ten to fifteen, I want to change the world,
so I wait for my chance to be unfurled.
From sixteen to seventeen,
I wait for the end of being a teen.
Now at eighteen, I begin adulthood.
Now my ambitious life will be twice as good.
I await for my journey to start,
as graduation will someday be a work of art.
I don’t know what tomorrow would bring,
but I know I can accomplish anything.
As I walk down the stage on the 19th of May,
I will see how my remaining life will play.
You’d never guess all the times
Though unknown to my eyes, you are
Frequently praised in my rhymes.
Heart that’s revealed to your heart -
Open like sea to rain fall
That levels distant mountains,
Open like ear to bird’s call
That springs from fields unbidden.
Trusting that you’ll feel the same.
I wait for you unhidden.
Ardor is child of the Spring
And though Love can’t be frozen, still
Timing is Love’s golden ring.
Scouting the path you might take -
Planting myself right beside
It, waiting garden footsteps,
Rustle of dress prophesied,
You stoop to pick my blossom.
Nestled in crook of your arm,
At peace, and feeling winsome.
Brian Johnston
January 12, 2016
Like I say. I fly, I drive, live and arrive.
Power stone, the staff of judgement, the hammer of justice.
The Karate punch, empicably different, life of sky.
Birds fly? But do they see? Can they eat without guilt.
A mind eclipse and peak, I breath, to divulge powerfully.
Like I say; Give it to the next man, the bandit, the Robin-Hood.
The poor never see flying, they see poverty and absence of wealth.
I fly to the lord, request a better body a bondage of freedom, more wealth.
A poor-man with heroine, a black-belt in poverty.
No fusion is right with spirit.
Breath, punch, fly clearly, yes clearly I say.
Philosophies of the McDonalds chain, both in abscent poverty.
Breath once more, punch and breath discipline.
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