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By:El Amore Lover
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Being with you is my favorite feeling
loving you is the best thing
we've ever done
easy going and non frustrating
loving you is so much fun
aint gotta stop before starting
actually it's great communicating
My love for you aint lost in interuptation
my love for you is an occasion
my love for you
your love for me
My first hello
the hardest see ya'll later
be back in a while
to see that smile
Darling I'll call you later
can't wai to be
just you and me
got me rushing through the day
Kiss when I'm home
we're alone
Darling what else is it for for
me to say
Ha quella qualità dirompente
qualcosa che il mondo deve vedere
qualcosa di così straordinario
è ciò che desidero ardentemente
è ciò che desidero ardentemente
Life in all its pain and glory
On the big screen as deep as a Grand Canyon
And in the private little rooms
Oozes through the tiniest cracks and crannies
Blows across the widest open plains
Swims in depths and soars to heights beyond.
Where is this most valuable something,
Which isn’t really a thing,
Found or not found
If not here?
When does it ever come and go
If not now?
More than we can ever know
Here it is
Exactly, not kinda sorta,
As it is
Simply
Here and now.
(12/26/25)
Season-Colours
The sunshing in the bright sky.
Rain drops Showering in the night time
The flowers blooming Slocoly.
I wanna fly-high in the sky.
The colours of the rainbows
green and lushy scenerio
yellow autums - pink springs
white snow and winter bell rings.
Purple veil evening, honey bees hovering
Orange sunset on a beach
Dried leaves road to reach,
Red Roses with sharp thorns
Like a beauty girl with sharp tougue
Blue Sea Blue sky
No pain No lie
Stay happy,
Live life long.. long life
Calabrese Joey the Clown
or Sammy the Bull either
way doing hits for the mob
attacking disabled mothers
for sport truly arriving at
the conclusion of where
to bury Anthony Ant and
his brother moving over
boundaries of Jamaican
snatch pulling home
invasions carried out
through the malice of
my wearing wires pregnant
for the Fbi buying weapons
and drugs from junk sick
African American officers
the twisted balance sings
me lullabies while I can still
hear my fetus heart beat
not fearing any man hence
I am not fearing you bully
"kinda lingers"
the taste
and the
smell
Wonky is nature's norm!
Our obsession with straightness,
conceived in arrogant innocent bliss,
kowtows to a belief
that adroit straightness
following straight lines,
somehow makes things stronger, smarter,
more eye-pleasing and ever better in the long run.
But entropy knows better than the 'know-alls',
that everything transforms and decays
to maximum disorder in time.
For order and straightness
requires the input of energy
and effort that entropy lusts
to pull down, bend, twist and topple.
Being simply, wonky simple is a start!
Light beams at dawn, are one of the
rare straight things things seen in nature.
These beams shine dead-eye straight
into wonky clouds that blush red,
embarrassed to be caught outside,
in fluffy slippers with night clothes on,
feeling kinda shonky, disheveled and wonky, as
the humans, straight-faced,
said they were.
My happy place can be the beaches,
Or they can be the mountains...
I love flying in the air,
Though I prefer travelling by trains...
I climbed up at the top of hills with care,
Shouted my name courageously but a little scared...
I realised that an ocean can have a story to share,
I lost myself in the mesmerising sphere...
Butterfly fish, Kissing fish,
I saw Blue tang and Clown fish,
Clouds of tiny water droplets were forming,
Long pine trees were attention holding...
I also felt like a mermaid in water,
Gently caressing my brown hair,
The sky was exceptionally blue that day,
Mountains absorbed my echoes on the way...
If in depression reach the mountains,
Go to beaches if the heart has stains...
My ears could hear that waves were hugging the shore,
My favourite places of happiness for sure...
Written by~
Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions????
Use to spend my nights in all kinda of darkness, Abandon call out all the lovers I've known. who was there to save me from that bottle. when all my lover knew I was far to gone
I've look for love knowing that I was playing, Finding the Game was always mine. Finding that the game was always dry. So when you gave me your heart I didn't hurt it, cus it was your love that show me all my lies.
Her Heart I moved from a bottle of whiskey, Her memoires as sweet as my soul is dying. Her smile was as warm as a new born baby, to say the most I lost your love drinking drunk on whiskey.
An Secret Kinda Of Love
You are in my memories,
You are in my heart .
Never be solitary,
Never be apart .
You are my raw ,
I make your craft.
Right arm is missing or that's how it seems
Could be worse but it's as bad as it's been
No telly, no 'puter
All I think of is hooters
Which ain't all that bad, in fact it's kinda keen
You’re all flawless, beautiful creatures, soaring above the surface.
Wind flowing through your hair, destined for your purpose.
I, stomp my feet on the scorching furnace,
worthless, a man, dragged by an Earth, that’s ruthless.
If you just, could stop the dirt for a little while,
I’d take three breaths and try to fly as high.
I’d join you all and my lips would form a smile,
I’ve ran all my life and walked through a mile.
Senile and searching through the muddy skies,
my feet form the waves that rile the rise.
Clearing my eyes to peek behind the blinds,
old age chasing a blurred up vision of life.
I strove to be what I came to find,
is a grain of sand, to their minds.
Blow through winds and flawlessly align,
oh, I am in awe to the weight of time.
The river flows faster, the more I climb,
swept by currents and teeth I grind.
I don’t know if I will drown or end my plight,
I just envy the ones whose lights have dried.
And as the night rolls on by,
and they all fall behind,
I find myself no longer tied,
to an Earth that’s tired,
to carry my flesh.
I noticed when there was space between us
Feet would never touch the earth
while breath i retain
All the a's at the centre of every space
If all the spaces were filled
where would we put everything else
What about__________________that space
Of course we should mention the celestial skies
sorry i am going there
That space between her thighs
The splinter of grey in her eyes
its ratio unimpressed
Yours
quietly heart breaking
The rumblings of thunder
Appearing out of nowhere
It was sunny just seconds ago
Ran inside the abandoned beach house
Right near the shoreline
Trying to create a new normal
In this abnormal time
The swishes of grey hues
Swirled into a huge mess
There’s no sighting
Of anyone else
Nothing else
The once crowded benches
Now deserted and dusty
I don’t hear any cheery voices
Just the whistling of the
Leafy sakura trees
Seems like a lifetime ago
The long long long
Road
They stunt on
Like it’s their catwalk
Guys and girls alike
Checking themselves out
In the dark tinted windows of the
Library
Not for educational purposes
The simple social interactions
The wave to acquaintances
The friendly hellos and hi’s
The tiniest things
That didn’t mean much then
But actually mean so much
It be like those kind of times
This silly man needs some cheering up
Really don't get it, the sun's my pick-me-up
Things are in tune
Born with a silver spoon
Then why am I carrying such a grudge
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