Despues de haber no pensado en ti, tu nombre resuena denuevo en mi corazon
Arde por expresar un emocion ahogdor
En el vacio estoy cuando no estas
pero no es culpa tuya
es culpa mia por fracasar
Ganar tu corazon era mi lio, ahora es tu atencion por lo que debo luchar
Tu precencia en mi corazon a la vez que tu aucencia en mi vida traduce como una traición
Porque te conocí
si tengo que vivir sin ti
Esto es sufrir, por favor regresa los amaneceres pintados con tu color
as the day break hits the curtains, emitting a nice warm orange hue
Semejanza a tu amor.
Burrowing and Borrowing-
Starving but harvesting-
NOT quite charming but alarming-
Harming when storming-
More than a boring warning-
Performing and conforming-
Alluring the enduring-
Touring the reassuring-
Scurrying and worrying-
Working NOT twerking-
Twitching and itching-
Computer glitching when stitching-
Missing NOT dissing-
No hex
No mess
No sex
No stress
Wrestling with a nestled Texas style onion ring...
Castling the mastered haphazardly masked task...
Of a vaccinated infatuation ally rally for a new kitchen sink...
Getting pushed pass the brink by the former owner of a skating rink- because of drinking.
Black isn't my choice,
But the fearful beats of my voice,
That trains the pure course of my worth,
Which curls out painted soul I was birth.
If being drunk isn't true,
Nothing would be blue.
When sense isn't a black dove,
The soul no doubt lacks love.
Every sense been played a game,
Do sponsor other's fears aflame.
No one is ever wise,
Until thy foolishness is in loves baptize.
Truly, no foolishness is a waste,
Naked are thy knowledge not braced.
Black is beauty,
In its abuse, I've adopted my duty.
Hard not to love Dylan Thomas’s tall tales
Each gloomy day may just tip those scales
Sends you off the rails when all else fails
Dilly dally schoolboys get cat of nine tails
Go doolally rally in the valley hard as nails
Don't cuss no faff or fuss for us Taff males
Knew along with a fair few Cymru crew's hue
Shared view that no where else has in spades
Cascades of so many gloriously grey shades
Dylan boozy villain mutters hip hop hooray
Gusts bluster beneath his sails on his travails
Trooping way this colour can't be kept at bay
Muster bulbous tinted voluptuous glinted bales
Proudly ride loudly in the night on his coattails
Very fond of merry vagabond's beyond the pales
Hail the true Withnail's escapades made in Wales
Don't harangue pang for meringue gang at play
Not a gimmick pray clouds don't go away hold sway
Rollick then frolic & fossick.. a limerick for any day
Outdoor foray adore bucolic score kaleidoscopic GREY
Rose colored glasses?
No, crimson-colored glasses
To see the lashes
The lashes received
On the broken body of
Agape’s only Son
That endured wrath
On the mass’s behalf, we
We need, He bleeds us
Help us aspire
Look higher than the spire
From the gathering
Paschal Agnus Dei
Righteousness imputed to
All crimson value
We flagrantly sin
A flagrum on Him was used
Your repentance due
From crimson-lensed frames
We can look through to the stains
Washed whiter than snow
Spring`s First Dew
Spring’s first dew on petals
Kissing gently cheeks and lips,
Shining gem of crystal hue,
Sparks life in shriveled beauties.
Lady out of roses of red,
this news hit him hard in the head.
Lilies of blue,
expensive hue,
more than expensive loaf of bread.
For a country known for its Red, White and Blue,
We often mistake good for bad in people based on their hue
Sometimes, I feel nature is to blame,
But I can’t, because it is a societal game
Politics is played using the folks of hue,
never really helping our brethren,
only looking for that vote or two
To think that politics could help to abolish it is a dream in itself
Hopefully, one day all of mankind will be its better self
Ground’s call, leaves old
drape fall, don gold.
Romantics relish a rendezvous;
each enhances life’s rosy hue.
Beauty of Fall
Flight of leaves, of saffron hue,
A crystal beauty, before winter's view.
A catepillar veils,
In a colourless shell,
To sprout its hued wings
Springtime has arrived,
And so has her yellowing;
Shading everything:-
And when her rains have fallen,
Yellow puddles spring up; achoo!
I didn’t pick this pixelated hue,
Blind browser of flesh, what’s wrong with you?
Am I just a bug—some system glitch?
Or a firestorm code you can’t enrich?
You see a low-res thumbnail, tagged and filed,
But my spirit runs free—uncompiled.
Stuck in filters, default schemes,
You can’t decode my quantum dreams.
This isn’t a status, a picture frame;
I’m pure data, unchained—untamed.
A network where prejudice crashes, burns—
Where firewalls of freedom overturn.
Algorithms stutter, crash and stall,
Trying to define me with a finite call.
Erase the labels, tear down the fence;
See me for more than binary sense.
Skin’s just the interface—surface display,
But the soul behind it can’t be weighed.
So reboot your mind, clear your cache—
There’s more than a demographic flash.
Delete the bias, debug the lie;
The spark in my eyes won’t simplify.
I didn’t choose this pixel, this view,
But the brilliance inside is breaking through!
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