Tensing each minute she's jewel
Crafted with perfection
Ah marketers jewel
Shines like ah ruby
A red night sky
Each passing minute
As thyme goes by
As thyme goes buy
Flavorful the steaks
Smokey cigar filled lounge
Away from the fans
Away from the crowds
She smiles in admiration
The tulips bloom
Sweet the gesture
Our honeymoon
Now as I wonder
She is seamster
Bussing through the lace
Sweet satisfying
Ah smile on her face
I'm just waiting
No thyme to erase
A lovers minute
At ah lovers pace
She makes me oh she gally
Whoomp she do
Ah sweet minute
On our honeymoon
What are we missing
It just me and you
Romantic sounds
For just us two
Smoking cigarettes while remaining patiently waiting
For the next bussing southbound to my local neighbouring.
Sun is setting while many warm colours in the sky are blending.
Bussing immigrants to high-end neighborhoods makes immigration status worse. After an Ecuadorian women gave Heimlich to a man choking on a Scampi, she was once again bussed elsewhere without a single thank you. People in these areas reported people being saved by these immigrants. FYI: everyone in America are immigrants
I didn’t go to work today.
Didn’t stagger to the shower,
grab my latte gotten cold,
Didn't forget to grab my mind
lying there from yesterday.
Didn't run to catch
and nearly miss
that city bus bussing
foggy me
going to work today.
Didn't pay too much for lunch,
or forget to take my break,
Didn't sit frozen at my desk
trying to recall the why
of why oh why
Did I ever end up here.
Didn’t fight
the homeward bound.
Just didn’t go to work.
The afterlife station of poets in curfew time,
giving riches to ponder and to refrain.
Owls keep writing down all in posy found,
while stories of spirits rise from the ground.
Butterflies and Bees bussing the air,
pollinating imagination to the wisdom fare.
Glimmering images in still reply the whole,
where twilight enriches the soul in the soul.
Tempus nostra in spiritus Sanctus ignited,
imperishable wings of love united.
Golden words from the heart in depth,
to see inside the length of breath.
Amidst the lovers in deathless claim,
time in pulse of sensation tame.
The curled Moon wanders in occult position,
for the little rational disposition.
Church bells for the celestial train to arrive,
I got a ticket for the classic sphere to revive.
He has purified my soul,
Releasing me into the light,
Saving me from myself destruction,
I now soar without fear in the night,
I sing with the mocking bird,
I can hear the bees bussing in the air,
Smell a scarlet rose bloom,
And drink the oceans water without care,
I sense his presence beside me,
And feel the touch of his hand,
My legs are no longer weary,
With is power I can now stand,
Tears now fall out of joy,
I await my beautiful peaceful dreams,
And once blinded my darkness,
He has gave me light for me to see
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