Lemon cakes for my parade.
Tea with soft dreams of hope in spades.
Violet dances wanting to sing.
Harmony in seven days I welcome my shadow Side.
Doom averted crimson dawn avowed.
Yellow Sparrow and my Blue Jay flying toward the horizon.
Two hearts sing random dancing and rays of bliss.
The moon bows to the rising sun.
Our hearts are one.
In darkness I escaped death and found My Lord.
Unconditional love is real.
She will always be in my heart I will see her in the next life I guess.
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
Should we postulate seeing beyond gain?
Hmm! Life isn't meant for peoples to endure.
In spades, no one should be going through pain,
To get good standard of living secure.
Unquestionably, this life is fair;
For every cane, is a bubbly champagne.
Yet, most if not all should be so aware;
For every rain, is a valid sun drain.
We all at one instance smell the trouble...
With burdened heart; a lofty tense weight.
Soon, our blessed luck shall become double,
If to every bit of hay we do haste.
Maturity might so get us bothered,
Positivity will have us covered.
Shhh, silence! Don't bother this Tibetan monk
Just leave him be; he is peace personified.
Far removed from our disintegrating world ...
he's mindfully chi
A w a k e n i n g stagnant energy in him,
He's got what they call "Kundalini" in spades;
he's who he's always wanted to be, and more;
heightened awareness
A peaceful stream runs through the core of his soul.
Divorced from his surroundings, body and mind.
He drives chakras from the tip of his toes to...
the top of his scalp.
.
Dark eyes deep soul she'll take control or give it away, a passing by on a glance just won't do, to the bias view shes a bit off que, the dim light ain't her right, left it for the vocal que thats right in tune, she replaced it and gave it a lime, now she shines brighter. Believes that beauty, is a movie in sweats with a minion. Cocky controls her swag, knows that all that she has is more than enough, her sexi is addictive if mischief made grace she'd have her in spades. She's got the gift of the gab tell you she dont use, then check into rehab. Elegance right beside her. Beautiful isn’t fair, in the crossing air she’ll give you a myth, to mystify your thoughts and show you a standard, god don't make mistakes infact he planned her.
In the realm of the heart which served as our guide
For vanities sake we cheated and lied
And all of the signs that lighted our way
Now darkened and silent had lead us astray
In our haste to proclaim that all must belong
We abandoned our will to see right from wrong
So we searched to the west, we searched to the east
Yet ever within did we search there the least
Now between every beat in a darkening hush
Each step of retreat in a frightening rush
And doubts every treason reflected in tears
Did overlay reason with maddening fear
Here Death came a stalking, unheeded, unsought
And sold us the wares we had already bought
So we pelted headlong into welcoming arms
Whose offered embrace was enticingly warm
We took all the things Death offered in spades
And with them adorned our newly dug graves
Of the angels that scry and mark every sin
No stroke may belie nor ever forfend
The promise averred yet never attained
In souls so conferred with indelible stain
I don't think about Tr*** often
I don't like to
My guess is a third of you
are at this time
ticked
triggered
troubled
torn
turned off
or
tickled
Avery few feel that
tripled in spades
And the rest have buckled up
in a mingled mess of
confusion
curiosity
or careless concern
Take your pick
Only the most humble
learn their lessons anyway,
and earn a table
at the hearts of the yearning
We're all hurting
If only we could learn to listen
I fill your cup with light from sun up
till sun down with
the brightest of smiles
Don't frown when it appears you're
running on empty for
you'll be replenished
by the mile
This one life is a game over the
heads of many so listen
closely to what
I say
A man with many hats I have styles
for days one for every
arena in which
I play
I'm one with this Arcade so for
awhile it's these
numbers I'll
consume
The uptick comes in spades with
many keys until
we move to
other rooms
We're all just flowers in bloom pedaling
toward the sky while
we languish
& toil
Don't let this fill your heart with
anguish but be
full while you're
seeding this soil
You'll keep receiving the spoils
as if you were &
always born
to be the victor
Just measure your winnings with
scales & caution
while keeping an
eye on the Richter
And your kingdom come is mine left undone.
Like oil against water, a ladder with black cat,
is this passion or an anxiety attack?
Vampiric pale skin craves darkness in spades,
homophones trick spellings, “…she cleans to impress the maid”,
and your kingdom come shimmers where mine will fade.
One man’s rubbish is to black magpie treasure shining white,
through moss, mulch and mud sows snuffle truffles, a tempting bite.
Your kingdom come sees mine as blemish and blight:
when I wake in the morning and wish it be night,
content in loneliness but hope still for someone in sight.
Your kingdom found became my kingdom dropped,
even these rhyming jigsaws don’t always fit my refrain.
Your kingdom come and kingdom arrived and kingdom gold
your kingdom brave and kingdom holy and kingdom bold,
is foil for my kingdom came and kingdom went and kingdom past
my kingdom old and kingdom rusted and kingdom last.
Your kingdom come is nothing like mine - left undone.
Or maybe, your kingdom come is mine fatigued and just… done.
“…don’t fear the reaper,” he said, and I don’t. Why would I?
hollow the words seem when said to a wall,
bounce back with fear and anger to keep,
papal silence for the thrall to burrow asleep,
worms of thoughts weep by sunrise to fall.
skills of a magistrate in proper order would bow,
kings would castrate themselves to drink milk,
cows jump moons for the money pig on top,
steak and bacon sizzle on the solar flare.
where are we in all this, wondrous saloon?
cowgirls and cowboys, or more like cowards?
the paddle doors swinging and the guns draw,
would you shoot or hesitate, ten steps is all you take?
turn and boom it all flutters down in spades,
joining in this house of cards in the breeze.
He's effortlessly effervescent for someone
surrounded by so much darkness
His luminescence envelopes shadows
rendering shade nonexistent
Illumination comes with a price so examine
the method to his Harkness
360 is a wholesome number so both sides
really offer assistance
They say brilliance is borderline madness but
I say they're scared of the epiphany
A litany of excuses exists in spades blocking
the shine of bright ideas
It's over their heads like clouds of ice crystals
waiting to drop precipitously
The sun & moon are light of different kinds but
are conceived from the same idea
There's a feeling in the pit
Of my stomach that's a bit
Funny, I have never felt
Ever since the day you dealt
My heart such a winning hand
Of love I don't understand
Every other times I trusted
I was dealt a hand that busted
My heart in two every time
I lost this game on down the line
This game of love is breaking me
Why am I so unlucky
Every chance I tried to take
Was always a higher stake
The more I played, the more I lost
How much will it finally cost
Till I win a hand at last
No more shadow overcast
As the cloud above me fades
My "hearts" finding love in "spades"
We’re playing the long game.
We share things, we’re lovers,
we slip in and out of each other’s lives
like jackets hanging on the back of a door.
Relationships are like instruments,
they must be played, kept in tune,
the carnal and the corny balanced,
carefully, like sections of an orchestra.
Sometimes, I feel that I have to bring the energy,
BE the entertainment - and I can do that - in spades
but not forever - I’m not a tireless-giver - in fact,
I'm atavistically Parisien (we admit loving nothing).
I’m learning that when a relationship’s conducted,
at great remove, the basics - like punctuality,
dependability and preparation - become a big deal.
When I’m in an optimistic headspace, I think we can do it,
maybe, that we know what we want and who we are.
That we’re playing the long game
There's no need to be alarmed, I'll wake up anyway,
perhaps today they won't hassle me, it will be better day;
ship was sinking, englishman said: 'Women and children first,
american said: '---- the women,' 'frenchman said: 'Is zere time?'
I listen to Chopin who designed his notes so beautifully,
the coordination from war-torn Poland categorically;
I ask myself - what did I achieve? No one had a life like me,
I broke hearts, like a cunning bridge player in spades and hearts.
Now time is running out, you wonder what death is like,
the only certainty, they say don't speak ill, but I'll strike,
at the unbelievable, how grotty some were, cast no doubt,
but then that's what this life was apparently just all about.
It's over, the hands are together, so tissue, tissue, tissue,
it's not just me but I bet you guys also had a few issue.
death's stood in the doorway
but i'm no good with words
so my pleas for mercy
come in the form of
fresh bandages on old wounds
and plastering my vices on greeting cards
though the reaper argues
that if there was any value
in a butterfly whose wings
are pinned to a corkboard
or a soul with one foot in the grave
and the other being fed to wolves
he'd carry his mercy in spades
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