without affirming, we yet feel
tingling of the spiritual heart
third eye glistens, spine’s vibrant
million bliss ignitions in head start
root that holds all energies erect
reminds us of our humble origins
each pore a door, seeks an encore
of songs sung by ethereal virgins
Categories:
ignitions, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Sun kissed faces, blurred visions.
Tearful eyes, hearts ignitions.
Quite road by the riverside.
Hand in hand, we sat alongside.
Voiceless throats, despaired hearts.
In that dead silence we were falling apart.
Transient relation was coming to an end.
Dimmed endeavour failed to restrain.
The moment she said the last Goodbye.
Thousands of thoughts suppressed inside.
Categories:
ignitions, break up, cry, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
The contents of a sandwich often plot to escape. Particularly lettuces. Their leaves when chopped can climb well out of bread. So it is always wise therefore to use an adhesives such as mayonnaise to practically glue the contents to the bread. Thus ensuring no escapees. The ham slices always go to sleep though but chicken pieces can fly so shut the bread together very quickly. It is not to say if a jam will run with the butter. It depends upon the flavour. Strawberry jam is far more hesitant than a blue berry preserve so please be careful when making such a jam as more than three blueberries per square inch of pan could cause interruptions for the bread and the butter. Ingredients interrupting intentionally ignoring ignitions. And a circular piece of bread is easier for the contents to escape than a little square slice. So be careful when preparing sandwiches. Now it is time to commute. Goodbye. And good luck too. Have a lovely day. And carry the carton not the umbrella in case of the odd shower. Ha x z colonialism at thirty seven loaves to seven pieces of diced cucumber with tomatoes. Z
Categories:
ignitions, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
The anti anatomy of an anarchist is neither an amateur nor an animation. But wheeling a whirring wind is a window wiper moving at over sixty inches per second. Secondary to circumference is a dough dome roaring. Roaring is to be measured in octave which adjusts the time in a darting sound wave frequency pattern. Doubled. And a spotty bun arrives holding the spoon who is nicely printed out in a paisley tie and very smart ironed shoes. Put on a nice novel inducing dress then to recievebthevroadvreview who is calling from the top of a recently constructed building. Industry industrialises ideas ignoring interesting ignitions indicating influx. Interesting. But the small bee is busy bustling with ten bags and a tray of juices. Translucent grin. But no groin. Groundsman grinding grapes. Hahaha eating upside down a six course meal in a one berth caravan. Hahahaha fish balancing before baking breaded boiled baps. Xxxxx antipepiscides z
Categories:
ignitions, appreciation, assonance,
Form: I do not know?
In a pucked out pick there is often a puck. Not 1 or 2 but several. Ships adorn the landscapes as predicted. When the sweet waving smiling swan secretes secrets with a bow from their arched necks. Wispy winds whistling warbling. The over energetic gorilla bouncing toffee flavoured tea cups is always a sign of troublesome curtains. Falling fleeing fearful frogs. And the wisest fruit salad is never in contact with bulbous demonic door mice. Dusky mops could never be described as hand sanitizers'. Hahahaha and now the wooden spoon is coming-out to play. Woo hoo. Quite quickly quickened quiet quite questing question. And a large-scale laughter. *** hahaha indoctrination inkstand ignoring igniting ignitions igloos. *** trapezoidal xxxxx ha z. ***
Categories:
ignitions, birthday,
Form: I do not know?
Cities suffocating, left for dead
Under a fire, where jobless smoke drifts
But, goverment grows itself and mingles with
" An American dream" now called myth
Shouting louder and louder
Once were the township criers
About unqualified figure, to those who kept ignoring
2008 political ignitions, now out of control, his wildfires
Scorching, his cancers of a man both black and white
A underlineing racist as he always runs toward night
And his flaming hatred continues to spread
As Americans still suffering keep turning their heads
Ruling class of liberal leftist and some rhino Republican politicians
Don each a smiling mask
Their policies corroding spread about malious
As our lives left with more of its bitter task
These hands of those we chose, choking way
Our liberties hour after hour and day by day
To an existence within this nation's former grace
Once, where freedom rang
Now, smolders Obama’s burning place
And Romney will only slow its pace
Categories:
ignitions, angst, depression, history, political,
Form: Rhyme
~MY FOUNTAIN OF TRUTH~
IT IS TRULY AMAZING,HOW SIMPLE GESTURES HEAL...
WITH HUMILITY N' COMPASSION,'VEN TH' HARDEST SHELLS CAN CRUMBLE
BRIDGES OF HOPE ENFLAMED,COOL FROM PRIDE'S IGNITIONS
TRAUM'D SHADOWS OF PAST BETRAYALS,VANISH WITH BEACONIC EMBRACES
EACH N' EVERY ONE OF US,DESERVED LOVE FROM OUR GENESIS...
SOME ARE GRANTED ABUNDANTLY,THOUGH MOST NOT AMPLY 'NOUGH
WE ALL HAVE RESERVES UNTAPPED,MOST UNKNOWINGLY IMMEASURABLE
SPRINGING FORTH FOUNTAINS,OUR STREAMS MERGE RIVERS OF LIFE
IT IS TOLD OF 'OL,STEED LED COULD NOT BE MADE TO DRINK...
CONSIDERING THEIR 'SENTIAL SERVICE,I WOULD GLADLY FETCH FOR THEM
MYSELF CONSIDERING IT WEAKNESS,TO NOT TENDER IT FREELY
NO MATTER ESSENCE OR CREED,I REFUSE NONE WANTING QUENCH
COME N' SAVOR I BID THEE,UNTO ALL THAT THIRST PARCHED...
SWIM 'VEN BATHE,IF IT BE YOUR HEART'S DESIRE
TAKE SOME WITH YOU,SEEK OTHERS' WELLS DEEMED DRY
FOR THIS IS TH' ONLY TOLL...OF THEE I INQUIRE
~AZAZA~'09
Categories:
ignitions, devotion, faith, family, friendship,
Form: Pastoral
in the realms of marine stardust
there still flicker deviant desires,
fanned flames that nothing can prevent,
lustrous ignitions devoid of hesitations;
bartering for the souls and shoes
of footloose heroines,
laddered of stocking and careless
of moral fibre;
ah, they were and shall always remain
teenage handmaidens who never addressed
nor paid faintest attention to
my secret sexual schemata.
Mermaids on salt streaked rocks,
seaweed strewn sands,
beached with slapping tails
and ringlet-framed smiles;
sipping cherry coke on the psychic coastlines
of my derelict and vandalised
sea front promenades.
Categories:
ignitions, life, love,
Form: Blank verse