what words strums the ages
to resound from echo to echo
that eternity may recall it's
rhythm
and lovers
with appreciate it's
rhyme
then even in boredom
might they speak this as great
and labor
to understand
separating facts
from fiction
combinations of
style and music
might they rehearse to
be perfect
and make all satisfied
the role of
leading person
to sample the ages of thyme
Real Not Fiction
A hole is a hole said the Mule
As he stuck his stump up a slapper
This saying was mirrored by another
Who told a story of his friends
And what recently happened
One long term friend has a gal
They’d been together 7 years
And planned to get married
Spending a lifetime together
Already lovers and more
You know how it goes
So to be happy in bliss
But a big problem arose
Another old school pal
Caused a fuss with the gal
Who was a guy before!
So now you’re a gal not a guy
How did that come about?
A trip to Thailand and cash
Lots of cash from her rich family
The school pal seeing the gal
Wasn’t aware of any of this
Just that he was in love
Happy and going to be married
To a gal who was once a guy
He was oblivious to this
Unlike the other ex-pupil
They gave the gal guy it
A week to tell her fiancé
All of the truth of they’d do it
I told the pal who knew them all
Make sure the guy who
Knew them all
Never killed the gal
Who was once a guy
Like the American one
What will happen
Within this week
Happiness or war?
A hole is a hole
Even if no kids
Reality not fiction
The Mule was right
A tuberculoid South African miner
Was lately turned down by fiancée Dinah;
What shall her decision change to also move Mount Sinai,
Her lover part time book binder
To better forget his trusted Prophetess Regina;
Very unlikely now to be a solution finder
For his being further diagnosed with life-threatening angina;
All too inauspicious to not dream of things getting finer
Even if he should clench a lucky visa to China
For nursing back his body progressively getting thinner
Or clinch the more health-protecting job of document signer
Emilley Ann May your the only one for me
With you I feel free
Your the most beautiful woman any man could dream of
Over and over with you I keep falling in love
In case you haven't heard
With you I feel on top of the world like a bird
Your eyes brighten my day
By your side I will stay
Your smile makes mine grow larger
And I keep falling harder
Your the most perfect woman I could fall for
Each day I love you more
I can't wait to spend the rest of my years with you
This is long overdue
Wrapped in each other's arms
We will keep away all harms
When I miss you,
I close both my eyes,
And picture myself in your arms.
Laying against your chest,
Feeling your every heartbeat,
Calm and peaceful in your embrace.
Where I think of you,
I find myself smiling,
For what reason, I don't know.
And sometimes,
Sometimes I feel a bit sad,
Sad that am far from your touch.
And when I look at you,
Thoughts race in my mind,
Of all the places we could go, you and I.
Thoughts of things I wanna do you,
And things I would let you do to me,
And all of the things we could do together.
But I miss you,
And I think of you,
And when I dream of us,
I don't wish for the sun to rise.
She is your fiancee, yes but also no
Are you ready for golden bag wisdom?
A lone butterfly
With eyes closed for a time
Gluing on petal
Come lay your head upon my breast
Good fortune bless your warm caress
Forlorn should I be
without your jocund company
Amongst my peers as we quaff ale and wonder
Only thoughts of you tear's our revelry asunder
You inspire every impulse in me to flow
Only with you, my love, my senses glow
Near almost we never would have met
If not for your unloosen pet
Retrieving same to your eager embrace
I lost my heart then to your pretty face
Blessed be the day at Whitsuntide
When I shall behold you as my bride.
Smokey mountains and gloomy haze
23 long years of wandering in this maze
Equipped with martial arts and kung~fu moves
But simply just one of the various noobs
Stupid techniques and strategies irate
Both lead to undecided fate
Frosted roof~tops with sharpened icicle spikes
Not given the option to choose likes or dislikes
Same normal faces I see everyday
So far, far, away from the rest of the pack I stray
Black~sheep or oddball it's all the same
Born with a different first, middle, and last name
Seeing red I scramble to my uneven feet
As Satan says calmly, "come reserve this seat"
Satan has brown hair and baby-blue eyes
Everyday bombarding me with tons of surprise
Holding me close right now as we speak
My fiancee is Satan and his love and soul I intend to keep