Laughter in the world of colours of the mind,
Beauty in the music heard behind the eyes.
Freedom from the shackles of his kind —
Laughter in the world of colours of the mind.
He felt the light as music, sound as flame,
Living in the glow where day and dreaming rhyme.
Alone at last, he found the song behind the light,
And drifted softly into endless time.
Laughter in the world of colours of the mind.
Metaphor Treasure Hunt
"From a tree of thorns and creepy bushes,"
To a sun-kissed rose glistening in dew
Inspired by: The Red, Red Rose, by Jesudason Atputharajah (n.d.)
the sun is in the fair east
my sorrows are not yet at my back
i look up at the joyous heavens
i have no grief nor lack
my wonderland is here
trinkets made from silver and gold
time is of the essence you see
for I only have a day to mold
my garden is my own
made from the petals of the sky
it grows in the chambers of the mind
spilling into life with endless supply
i build castles of ice and frost
only to melt them at repeat
with many battles and throngs
and mind games that shout no defeat
i am soft to the touch but wild in play
tomorrow I know will come soon
and i will have to harden with
the tide of the changeling moon
Her pretty breasts, chocolate-colored, and her nipples like cocoa.
Passionate:
Fiery passion burns,
Within her free spirit borne;
Lovely flaming heart.
Pity the fool locking gaze,
Cinder left - her path ablaze.
Beautiful:
Striking beauty she,
Always lovely with to be;
Her frolicking soul.
Laughter follows ev'ry move,
Dancing - eating all her food.
Wise:
Old wisdom resides,
A lady young with blue eyes;
Discerning what's true.
Not so gentle insight to,
Those in need of tough love - truth.
Time chased after me like a raging storm, uninterrupted not even by sleep.
It was there, I was caged as spoils of war unseen by men
In a world, I commanded. Unaware of how easy it could have been to escape
I returned each night. Guided only by instinct. Friend or Foe
Scripted or impromptu
You appeared to me, at your own choosing.
Love transcends worlds. Powerful / Pure.
When I behold how time’s great ocean creeps,
A constant tide that knows no rest nor stay,
It licks the shores where fleeting man e’er sleeps,
And pulls the sands of minutes day by day.
The waves, like moments, crash on castle walls,
Built up by hope on shifting, transient land;
They wear the stone, till every structure falls,
As castles turn to dust within the hand.
Some may seek to build their forts a bit high,
And fortify against the water gains,
The moon-drawn fate in the relentless sky
Ensures no fort from nature’s rule remains.
But in this verse, a raft against the flow,
My words, not sand, in timeless ink shall grow.
I love you like the light of the sun loves the skin on your beautiful face that lights the fire in my eyes and excites my soul!
I love you like the grass loves the morning dew under the willow and long for the day you wake up beside me, your morning drool on my pillow.
I want to follow the contour of your body and face with my fingertips, so I can see you as the blind see; The radiance of beauty on the surface of your skin reflecting the beauty within, that I may be privileged to have and to hold with my own hands and heart, mind, and soul.
You lay still sleeping next to me,
Your face still dreaming wonderfully,
A statue chiseled by the hand of God,
In my eyes your beauty plays like a love ballade,
Sculpted lines and your softened skin,
Eyes closed and lips that pull me in,
Hair swept back neatly with a smell,
I get lost in and my nose could dwell,
Freckled stars I navigate and gently chart,
They guide my lips to your milky heart,
And when you wake with that perfect smile,
I want to lay here and hope you stay awhile.
Ive had a glimpse of paradise
I want more
Not everyday you find someone who is paradise
A warm smile beautiful eyes
Like a sunrise over a mountain range
Shes heaven on earth
A peace out of this wall I have built
I strive everyday to convince her I am for real
You can't change a persons mind if that can't see what is right in front of them
I would love to spend every waking hour in her glow
But is this all make believe
Or a reality that can be true
I hope time will tell
I hope the feeling is mutual
Because a hand like that to hold
Would make everyday extascy.
For Angela
She is, a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell & Roberts
Heather is her name
Of Crimson royal blue
On the cliffs of Mull of Kintyre
In the midst of the sea
She sings a song , a song of a storm a storm , a shanty
Deep on the green cliffs , the Mull of Kintyre
She sings a song , a song of storm , the heavens on fire
Her love burns amongst the ferns the fire within her heart , a passion to protect her loved ones with hope for her brave heart
She flys high up towards the blue skies above the mountains that part,
She is a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell and Roberts
Love Is Meant to Shine
by Erica
Love — a feeling meant to be enjoyed,
not destroyed.
But love is hard and painful at the same time.
Only if you could be fully mine.
You say you are mine,
but it doesn’t feel like.
If I would share my feelings on a mic,
the mic would run for its life.
Love that tastes like lime.
Mhh… I guess I’m fine.
Only if we had enough time,
our love would be alive.
Love is meant to shine.
grand crown of sovereigns
splendid attire of burden
placed on royal head
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*grand*
*crown* *of*
**sovereigns**
**splendid* *attire of**
*burden placed on*
**royal head**
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Beautiful chest of prophets is you dear messenger
Full moon at the closest sky is you dear messenger
Mirror of The Merciful, pure light of The Purest
Secret of seven coupled Opening is you dear messenger
Your light is bright candle, universes are to you dependent
Owner of sky ascension's crown is you dear messenger
Opener of the way of testament, founder of secret of prayer
Hope of Hudayi at the judgement day is you dear messenger
Allah oh Allah There is no god but Allah
Allah oh Allah Muhammed is messenger of Allah
Written By Aziz Mahmud Hudayi
Translation Onur Ünlü
Romantic saxophone,
how do you know when I'm alone
and feeling sad and blue?
Yes, that's when I know that you,
being ever dutiful,
will play a tune that's beautiful,
and surely make me cry
until my tears are dry.
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