Physical glow of a queen with the account of a peasant
maintaining the countenance that will make men arise
against a few disapprovals, she manages the crack
a self acclaimed socialite with an office built with nothing
smart phone, the converter of her fantasy to reality
with contracts making way through a chat or a dial
electrical and anatomical devices, her means of survival
a constant traveler in need of her own private boeing
events are graced, lashing out “let them say”
all the blessings of life are peaked when fake
then the few tasty meals must be exaggerated
snapshots top her chart of precious stones
God, sometimes dragged into the show to be a partner
an empire so large to the mind, but very small to the eyes
she manages for the interest of her curious fans.
We keep on running
Running, running away
Yet this journey becomes endless
Like an ocean waves swirling
There's no point of direction.
But don't get me wrong.
Hope you won't get tired
Won't get tired of everything.
All odds, judgment, disapprovals
Soon to be vanquished
We'll sit on the top
Prove that we're the best there is
The best that we'll ever be
But where are we now??
Are we still in love?
Because I really really do.
I do love you
No matter where is this going
I'll flow with the river
Going to sea and prove
This journey is worthwhile.
LeiStrauss2017
_Terponei_
Terponei is not a graffiti,
Instead a monument of power,
She came mine augmentere,
Treponie is a covet of many men,
A desired sapphire for true.
Come all to help me dream,
Because I sleep all time to plea,
And disapprovals I don't lack,
Because she's vowed to wretch my peace,
Keeping deep in the ocean,
Wherefore often I die of coma.
Look! She comes not like the dogs of Pavlov,
Which repeat mistakes,
They let Pavlov learn them,
Her emotions are ever on a phase plateau,
Love is a plant that sprouts fast,
Terponei, Treponie is the butterfly to catch,
Thus I'll grow to be a kangaroo,
Because I love her stalk,
And I'm the lover without quota.
I drafted this poem as my most coded work. Many facts are hidden herein. When I began writing, I loved concealing secrets in poems. I'll love readers to see this work slowly.
"You'll only get into trouble when you're doing wrong." or so it was said to me.
Problem is until I get caught up I never know how much trouble that will be.
"I don't bother anyone but me and right now I am not bothered." is what I say.
Yet somehow I manage to piss someone off just about every day.
Doing "wrong" is funny because there are so many diffrent views.
Live and let live seems only to apply when it is convinient for you.
People who "live" by this motto are quite often the first to snub their nose.
When you take the time to stop and smell the proverbial rose.
But still I say forget them and all their silly applied little rules.
Any one who only follows the majority will be well known as a simple fool.
I believe I must please only two people to stay happy little me.
That would be my Savior first, then my mother who brought me to be.
And if no one else approves of me, well then that is just too bad.
Don't think even the most audible of disapprovals is going to make me sad.
For let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
What's that now? Oh that's right I must not be alone.