I’m unprepared for spring each time
It comes, always abruptly
My plans are dying on the vine
I can’t detail them aptly
I take the clumsiest of ways
Procrastinate and ponder
Why there’s no goal for me to chase
The more I sit and wonder
The less of sense comes out of this
And you can’t be around
To reassure me with a kiss
That it’s just spring abound.
When you ask me about myself,
I will take note of your lack of eyes,
Because you have no eyes,
I will tell you all my secrets
I will tell you how I wish on stars,
And how for years I thought
The universe voted against me
So I used opposites to trick her.
I will tell you how I clench my teeth
While I untangle a ball of yarn
How I whisper promises to my plants
The same way I wish someone would me.
I will tell you I am not a violent person
But I feel best when throwing a punch
How I hold a pocket knife in my fist
How I don't think I would hesitate to use it.
I will tell you I feel safest in sound waves
But my fingers trip on each other
Yet my tongue is my clumsiest feature
And my brain is no help on the matter.
I will tell you so many secrets
Hundreds of the thousands I've collected
Because you do not have eyes,
Because I do not know you.
Away in the attic,
No dusting for years,
I'm sneezing and sneezing!
Eyes brimming with tears!
Now why did I come here?
For that box of books,
Too heavy and dirty,
Ruined my good looks!
Brown smears on my blue dress,
Smudges on my cheeks!
It's better I climb down,
Before someone peeks!
Atishoo! Atishoo!
Oh my! Falling down!
No wonder they call me
"The clumsiest clown"!!
Blasts of Dorcas for what she’d done
And for thinking that she had won:
For being the cause of what Ray did
And for treating him like a kid.
Off a scene, Magnus had thrice slid
To be of Dorcas’ presence rid
His flat rejection of her hid,
His firm plans now: to waste The Seed
And get lost like a child’s bead
The clumsiest of Quick Farewell bid
While leaving not halt at a mid
Magnus’ way he’d find without grid,
Happy to have dared this one deed
Purposing Dorcas good riddance
And keeping at a good distance.
As she felt the thrills,
Fanned out big nostrils,
Triumphant shout shrill...
No chef her son drills
But now meat he grills,
Fulfilled mum's song shrill!
Now,Daughter weaves frills
And as she does trills!
Son, Men took for dumb;
When he was born,numb;
Daughter worse than crumb
With the clumsiest thumb...
Rose shall climb a hill
To pay God's Praise Bill!
Am sorry for what i did to you,
Am sorry for blaming you,
What i did was totally foolish and
Impulsive,i truly didn't mean to hurt you
People says "apology is a lovely perfume,
it can transform the clumsiest moment
Into a gracious gift". I AM SORRY....
For everything that I've wrong you with
How can i say am sorry for what i did
While i know it was totally wrong,
I hope that one day,one week,one month,
One year,you will find a space deep inside your
Heart to forgive me for what i've done
Remember all those good time we used to have,
Remember that future we used to dream about,
My love,i didn't mean to cause a distance
Between us,please allow me to fill the gap
The love i have for you will always be GOLD
And true,as i feel the tear go down my cheek
I notice that am too weak to love you,but
My love will always last no matter what happens
a foul stench is in the mist like from the graveyard foul despair, yearning pasengers dawn
of the plague cast into a hollow grave no on can mourn their death for it be forboden to go
near deaths closet less you want death to open the door and push you inside forever more
walking the streets deathcarts in hand sadness leaks through the clumsiest bands of strength
the families have no wonder why the death bestowes your glorious dome of gold and plunder
just like a strike of lightning and the thunder to just to dialate the roughness of the dumb
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