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with love that sails a thousand boats
I sail to the depths of your taunted heart
like a rose starved of the warmth of the sun
I too am starved of your forgiving love
love me not, for I am loveless
unlucky for passion has corrupted my soul
doves do cry when you depart
my love for you burns like the depths of hell
for just one kiss id take all the stars from the clear night sky
and place them in a jewel encrusted bag for your liking
for you mean more to me than a thousand lives of wealthy living
and if you forsake me of your love I fear my heart will break
so small they can be treaded thought the eye of as needle
and never again to be found
in your eyes I see heaven itself angels with blinding beauty
but alas I must hold my tounge and never speak your name
for if I do the earth shall fall and burn
for I am enslaved in the stocks of your love
Form:
Death
Kills most
Except those already dead
Set me free
From my demons
Kill me
Cemetery
A garden
Of dead bones
Tall beautiful stones
Ravens fly
Roses die
For the forgotten
Both soul and vegetation rotten
Silent Gardens
I wonder amongst strangers still
Soon to be good friends of will
Surrounded by black doves and flowers sky blue
As I am laid close beside them soon enough
With a grey tall stone dedicated
To whatever tiss I was
Hoist a few
Laugh if you will
There is a spot here for you too
Silent death in Cemetery Gardens
In the distance
Bagpipes and drummers sound of
Autumn air brings the chills
Down to the bones
Of those above and
Those below
Amongst the wind, the trees and sweet breeze
Life runs by with a smile
As death silently kisses me on the lips
Enticed by tranquil gardens and angelic dreams
On broken wings would I fly
As my dreams tumble and fall
Into the grave where I now lie
TEEN AGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!!
One day I came home with the flu.
My mother gave me a bowl of stew
All I can say is that the stew was thick like goo.
I still ate it thinking it was chicken stew.
Saturday morning I woke up watching Winnie The Pooh.
Mother made me a sandwich that was hard to chew
In the kitchen I saw 2 strange looking shells
Once I saw them I started getting dizzy spells
Eating turtle soup with out having a clue.
Made my face turn green and blue.
Walked into the living room.
My stomach still felt kind of doom.
My mother was watching the tube and singing along
Singing along to the,"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" song!
NOW THAT WAS WRONG!!!!!!
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TWO TURTLE DOVES
During Christmas, I always go hunting in the woods
I set out traps to catch me some goods
I caught two turtle in my first trap
Poor little things where full of crap.
I was singing "On the first day of Christmas" on my way back.
All I could think of was my Two Turtle (Doves), snack!
I took them inside and dipped them in water
They had no idea they where soon to be slaughter
My dad told me that turtle soup hits the right spot.
Silly turtles where already in the boiling pot
Looking at the pot one turtles was swimming around
I can't believe in the hot water he didn't even drown
I had to pull him out, and set him on the rebound.
I'll just cook him on my second round.
I am ready to eat my turtle stew.
Praising this soup with an mm mm thank you!
DARN!! Salt and Pepper was the main thing I forgot
Realizing napkins was the only thing I bought
I put the napkins on my lap.
I was about to have me some turtle snap.
I started singing my favorite Christmas song.
Suddenly the "Two Turtle Dove" part did not belong.
Singing softly to my favorite line
Eating the stew didn't feel fine.
""On The Second day of Christmas
CCCCCCCCCCCCCChrrriiissstamms
MMMMMMMMMMMy TRUE LOVVVVEE
Gave to me TWO TURTLE DOVVVVEE
With out having the jolly to sing along.
I had to put the stew to a side and be strong.
(now) THAT WAS WRONG!!!!!
((( HAVING FUN WITH MY OWN TURTLE CONTEST )))
Two lovers on a Paris park bench overlooking the seine.
Two lovers in a restaurant separated only by a flickering flame.
Two lovers on a beach front as the sunsets that creates a perfect picture frame.
Two lovers holding each other after years of happy marriage , its not a numbers game.
Two magpies on your lawn creating lots of joy .
Two swans swimming with small sygnets in convoy.
Two turtle doves entwined, shared time enjoyed.
Two wolves howling at the moon , just love , no decoy.
If its loves that turns the world around
Then lets go and rock around the clock .
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White doves flutter, dying words whisper
Silence becomes haunting and Angels Sing
A lone filtering light of soft glister
Casts fleeting shadows from a white dove's wing
This arrow of light pierces the dusk gray
On my knees, I shall pray for you, my love,
And touch the cold floor where your casket lay
Seeking unanswered questions, from above,
To find no comfort in your final breath.
Forgive me, As I taste this bitter wine
Release me, from a vow I once confessed,
By the shadow of your spirit, I'm blind
Poison drips from a bitter drink I've made,
Brings dark, Silent dark as the cold light fades.
12/4/13/
Were they mad crazed drunk or on drugs
As they desecrated a place most holy Ooh
Were they conceited or just plain diabolic
As they committed an abominable act Ooh
The Holy of Holies why they did not respect
Were it that a Holy one would have impaled
Them then at the ebb of the evil blood maybe
Then looming catastrophe would be averted
The brood of vipers same ones who desire
To sell our beloved people back to slavery
The abominable rainbow no amount of rain
Catastrophes seem to wash away the deed
Why had it to occur under my watch Oh RAMA
The guilt and failure is in on me too isn't it now
Were it that I was allowed the forbidden technic
If I was an angel of vengeance would I not smite
The circling eagle please do lead me home now
Eastern bypass AWA let them never perceive of
When did them parent go so wrong of our people
Remind Babylonia harlot her sin-cup now is full..
Do mix her a double portion of tears that harlot
That Jezebel spirit that killeth all the good gifts
We desire to behold you Ooh humble emissary
Let love once again prevail on our people ABA
They behold not they all blunder in darkness
Were you to call them unto guidance even
Then would they seek to seize and ruin you
We have sent over them billows of darkness
The mercy of the sword they are but now given
How long will you contend with the sons of men
As they desecrate the covenant Ooh ya Karima
Send doves I will take it as a sign that it's not me
Ooh Rahman who made Thee be roused in anger
Talk of a bride full of misfortunes in our fathers' hut
When they hunt us down do grant us wings Elohim
When the sun is darkened let our internal light shine
When the moon is turned to blood offer a reprieve..
When a cloud falls from above mercy pliz do hear us
#Khat_Vision Bubbles in time
A Luis tach 30 march 2020
Just a girl child, just a woman.
After all's said or done - a human
running through open mind fields
patched with white wheat yield.
Seeds sown groan-grown
piecemeal pockets among throngs
of lilies leaping up in colour song
acapella red, blue, orange, pink
white, yellow - genes garbled ink
across a fertile landscape thrown.
Solomon's glory dethroned.
Symmetry of beauty and form
reflection repeats patterns torn
straight out of tangled bloodlines -
ancestral kaleidoscope redefines
her story as she turns stones
over in a search for the unknown
undistilled divine. Pretty pigments
pile on palette, ready for the brush
with life and death's indifferent
strokes. Will her touchstone crush
Springtime fractals fresh new green?
Old patterns mirror reversion - silkscreen
repeats on new fabric, and paper sheets
are tailor made paper boat fleets
for furious fight and fragile flight.
Sins of the father float her form downstream,
Times gorge rips apart her heart upstream.
Rock hard walls bounce back sing-song
lament and lullaby echoes out of sight...
Today's throes can't dent the past long gone.
Polyphonic sounds stream her away
in rhythmic rituals from day to day...
Hope will not fade to whispers feather light,
further on in future's distant sight.
In sunrise sky life flies up proud-
Her heart echo beats in time, are loud.
Doves and Eagles, lowly or great in their own just right,
know no fear of unknown depths or unknown heights.
Airfields are heaven high above, or on earth below...
Wingtips merely move over heads of wheat,
While lily leaves are sunshields in the heat.
Aqua Marine. Just Musing.
Posted 3rd November 2024.
His seamless flow comes from
the most high above
so there's no blocking God
& his words of love
They descend from clouds on backs
& wings of doves
falling kamikaze style from abodes above
This irritates a few so in there
lies the rub
but the show must go on as it
is made with love
It's like he's in the soaps on screens
lacking the pull of plugs
but still electrifies like eels fiiled a tub
He opens his wings of love for those
in need of hugs
after laying down the sword
in a flat on Persian rugs
The emotions poured from him
like waterfalls & floods
because he'd overcome the dams
blocking divine liquid love
Making Love ???
Does it come from the heart ?, from a need ?, to create.
Is it biological ?, psychological ?, this desire to fornicate.
Is it Mother Natures, need to procreate, to perpetuate ?
Or is it man’s desire to feed Mother Vagina, to saturate ?
Could Love, be a deep seated desire ?,
to set the heart – lonely, a lone – on fire ?
Is Love, the gardeners need to plant a seed ?,
a wild child ?, that may become a bad weed.
The need – regardless – to feel is to love.
Making Love ???
Is all we overlook ?, tolerate ?, or rise above.
Soaring with the angels, flying with the doves,
reaching in, touching with tender, kid gloves
no matter the pain that tells of past, lost, Love’s.
B. J. “A” 2
June 7th 2004
Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss
—flame-throwers unleashed
iron words h a m m e r e d in fire
ferrous words melt-morph into heart-welts
once under skin
hear the fevered air burn with cheers;
c a c k l e s of c r a c k l e s and h -i -s -s -s
bellies of tears full of fire; fire feeds on gasoline tears
fire-eaters’ —bellies full of flames
turn inside-out; fire-breathers shape-shift
from love doves to squawk hawks
bonfire of marital bliss consumed by wildfire
desolation burns holes in lacy i n* t i* m a* c y
ashes
fall
from
s o l o
cigarettes
. . . nuclear winter in summer
t h r o a t s of songbirds c h a r r e d
. . . silence
follows blaring —w h o o s h— of serpent fire
purification in cremation of all OratiOn sound
liability and liberation
animate to dissipate in snaky smoke of HeLL-wraiths
apathy clouds form they rain on red heat
smother a smolder mother a cease fire
ember-ice; scalds freezes t–h–a–w–s
whets flesh — and wets fire extinguished flower bed
ashes laid down
—passion’s quiet confetti paves a path—
w. a. i. t. s
— s l e e p w a l k s
… d r e a m s