Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
They say that love is like the sun
Lighting up the moon
Two hearts eclipse and beat as one
On an evening late in June
In azure skies where stars are strung
Like jasmine vines in bloom
A gentle breeze, like love, has come
To hum a little tune
On beaches where the waves are flung
At high tide and high noon
A sea of blissful tears will run
Among love’s sandy dunes
In a little house where hope is hung
Like a wreath in every room
Love’s made a home, life’s just begun
For a lucky bride and groom
And he will be her shining sun
And she, his gleaming moon
Two hearts eclipse and beat as one
On an evening late in June.
For my brother, Blake Burgess
and his wife Krystal
on their wedding day
June 30th, 2018
When a psychic named Krystal Ball
Predicted our President's fall
She meant down the stairs
Not from his affairs
(Trump's belly blocked seeing them all)
Written By: D. Collins 2/13/16
I, hate like hell that I offended you.
My Chi-Town sisters, family, and crew.
Namely Krystal and Debra, my family for life.
I’ve never been known to do much of anything right.
But, here I stand, asking for your forgiveness.
For a brother who was wrong, still while he lives.
I truly wish I could hug you once again.
Feel that, which I could call my very best friends.
It is a lonely world, trying to exist without you.
From a boy to a girl, my misery is true.
I, hate like hell that we don’t talk anymore.
It’s a feeling that I can feel for sure.
Since our departure, I have never forgotten you.
My strong, black sisters from the Chicago crew.
Maybe one day you’ll read about the love I have.
For my Chicago sisters, and my despicable past.
Krystal the Pistol
God has blessed be with such a dear friend
someone who entertains me on the weekend
Lucky I am to have such a unique person to work with
in a cold windowless pit.
A beautiful Libra
Crazy enough to dress up as a zebra
She gets me and my crazyness
Just ask her to paint it on a canvas
She sings like an angel
and looks at the world from different angles
we dance, we laugh, we like to take naps
we also know muay thai so watch your ass
She's my wingman with a tan
and can handle my attention span
I'm glad to have her in my life
any man will be golden to call her his wife
You can hide all you want
But eventually
The mask comes off
And the truth comes out
©Krystal Frances Adams
I'd coming running to you
If your arms were wide open
That way I know I'm running
Towards a warm embrace
©Krystal Frances Adams
I like those moments
Where only for a second
Every confining thing
That is in my world
Ceases to exist
©Krystal Frances Adams
I was hoping for a fairy tale ending
To a picture perfect beginning
But when the dream is over
The reality is it was all a dream
See, I want a beautiful romance
Full of kisses, hugs
Little sticky notes professing love
And all that jazz
But I’m not getting any of that
None of it is coming true
I’m no Cinderella
So there’s no Prince Charming
And I’ve lost time waiting for him to come
So there’s no need for a kiss
To break a spell I’ve put over myself
I was just hoping for a fairy tale ending
To a picture perfect beginning
But I’ve never opened my mouth
To even let him know
That this is how I feel
I just want a beautiful romance
To that man of my dreams
But when I wake up
He ceases to exist
I’ll never be a sleeping beauty
So he can’t break this spell with a kiss
©Krystal Frances Adams
How I found it!!
I wasn't the brightest growing up,
But I was smart,
To you the aforementioned statement might sound like fart,
But what I'm trying to say is,
I never knew I had it in my to create such EPIC art,
Not until I got my heart broken,
By the thing we call LOVE or for me was it infatuation?
Well yeah, I thought we had something, because I felt something inside,
But apparently it wasn’t so,
So now I gather all my thoughts and put it on paper,
Cause I once heard a saying, "once you write it tends to ease the pain",
Oh I know, the hurt won’t go away right away,
But thank God for his great creation of paper and pen,
And of course Krystal George,
So now I can express how I feel from,
heart broken situation with himssssss,
To my friends, my life at school, my country,
Not forgetting how I feel towards my family,
So when you guys assemble,
To read my pieces and comment,
It shred me in pieces to actually think you guys take the time to read them,
Whether you'll can relate to them or not,
But for poetry I have found a passion,
So with God on my side and his strength I will keep it coming,
(C) Dionne George
On all reflective surfaces I see your face,
Beauty framed by blonde,
My reverie when gazing into space,
Drowns within your soul and far beyond.
The saint and angel both envy and deny,
Bow and so despair,
For you are mine and they are left to cry
Eternal tears of liquid-krystal prayer.
Your eyes are brilliant azure, snowdrop chips,
Of beauty so divine,
I feel krystalline fragments spark on your lips
Whereupon they meet and engage with mine.
Of chandelier lucidity I am endowed,
To drink your loveliness,
And plight a troth of rainbows so avowed,
Forever to the heart beneath your breast.
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