My lame-ass lips can't even draw
McDonalds milkshake through a straw:
and if I must
run for the bus,
I take an oxygen inhaler.
You like your house? I rent a trailer.
But yell it through the loudest-hailer:
I kissed Leila!
Some lucky guy looks like George Clooney,
while I resemble Mickey Rooney.
I'm such a shmuck,
if vampires suck,
then call me Vlad the (Bad) Impaler!
I guard my dough? Like a drunken sailor.
But study this at Yale, or Baylor:
I kissed Leila!
I'll never win that Golden Globe
for lounging in a silken robe
like Errol Flynn,
appearing in
a bedroom scene with young Liz Taylor:
my books won't sell like Norman Mailer:
my jokes are rustier and staler
than ol' Jed Clampett's cotton baler:
I'm a no-mark, lamester, loser, failer.
But shout it from the Torre Vela:
I kissed Leila!
Setting a place through the corners of your heart
I'm wondering what kind of spaces you built
Do those same walls pierced the light in you
Or you enjoy a greater and peaceful presence
I was alive the day I stepped my foot in this place
We are much more that the existing reality
Life is a breeding ground of so many planes
I will fall near you and hold you close
We will swim in the sea of wonders someday
We shall lie in the lovely skies of blue
Eternal peace is near and I'm flowing with it
One day when I came home from school
Uncle Fount and Aunt Helen were there
Entering, all eyes were on me
I felt a thickness in the air!
Mom took my lone ranger lunch box
A small bruise on my leg was found
When she asked what happened, I said,
"A girl kicked me on the playground!"
She asked me why the girl did that
And who was the girl to blame
I said, "Leila Kilpatrick did,"
"I guess to live up to her name!"
Then everyone laughed about it
To me, the air wasn't so thick
I learned the power of a joke
When young Leila, gave me that kick!
Cappuccino café
Leila Alaoui
Why does one have to die?
So that we can see the bold and noble heart
That used to beat with passion, why?
Her smile now, heaven sent from the sky
Her beauty would have fooled most men
For it was not her, but through her lense
She observed the burdened and tormented souls
Shining light on their toils, her only goal
Why do they seek Parisians martyrs?
Killing for the sake of hate seems all that matters
Can you slaughter such a beautiful vision?
Or will she hide inside a cameras transmission?
Leila left parts of her all over this earth
Each Photograph of our souls she took
She buried herself in the smiles of hands she shook
Eyes dancing, we saw her photos of beauty… worth
She met her fate at Africa’s door
Coffee and baguette her last meal that sad day
Evil men laughed at the blood they did spray
Her camera fell then to the ground
Her memory shall brighten all of your tomorrows
With her photos and kiss,
We stand silent in sorrow
One day, the camera, another shall borrow
leila
Your shell is hard to penetrate
but i guess its because your
afraid to fall into fate
but sometimes its good to just
let go
and let your life go with the
flow
your lonliness is just a lie
so go ahead and tell it goodbye
life is never what it seems
because we dont get whats
promised to us by our dreams
You are certainly a funny friend
i hope this friendship never
ends
you are super smart
Ive known this from the verry
start
just keep on keeping on
because one day it'll all be
GONE
but it'll always be up to you
no matter what you decide to
do
Little dark haired beauty, delicate features
Energetic, frowny face
Intelligent, social creature
Loving, and needs love
Angels keep you in Gods love
Niece of ours
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