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Does your tongue drip sweet nothings,
Do they drip from thy forked tongue like honey?
Do your dreams haunt you even when you awake,
Are the ones of me hardest for you to shake?
Do your blue eyes sparkle even amidst pitch black,
How hot is your passion when I begin to arch my back?
Do your kisses blaze a sizzling trail down the length of me,
Will you ever let me be?
Does your passion burn hotter when I defy you,
If yes, good, it was intended to.
Do you miss the scent of my perfume,
When dark forces doth loom?
Do you miss the sweetness of my kiss,
Come on, baby, tell me what you miss!
Do you miss the warmth of my deliciously sweet softness,
When people ask is that the reason for your aloftness?
Do you become enflamed at just the thought of my downy skin,
Is that when you want to learn the true meaning of sin?
When I melt into your arms,
Is that when you find your well hidden charm?
Of course I know the answers but I want to hear them from your lips,
As we sway together hip to hip.
I want you to hold me until the moon and stars disappear,
And until I forget the meaning of fear.
I have loved and been loved, floating on ivory wings of white and pure dreams,
traveling through sapphire skies where scarlet ecstasy calls to me in secret,
touching silver stars that shine like the hidden desires of the heart,
feeling the silky, golden, and lilac joy enveloping my harlequin heart,
melting under orange delights that whisper tales of longing,
each touch bringing a new explosion of colors on my enflamed skin,
lifted by sensual waves carrying me to realms of unknown desires,
daring waves coursing through my soul with a gentle yet intense force,
carried by the waves of a sea of passion revealing its deep secrets to me,
on a journey of senses where colors blend into an eternal dance.
Bratwen was a knight of slight ill repute
his good deeds oft times ending up caput
he strived to reach the halls of fame
yet it always seemed to end up in blame.
He heard tales of a damsel oh so very fair
who appeared to have vanished into thin air.
Her suitors one and all most hot her to find,
yet her captor wished in wedlock her to bind.
The king enraged very soon did proclaim
whoever saved her, honour could reclaim
Bratwen set out, his heart by beauty enflamed
the monster in his sights he quickly tamed.
Astoria so happy to be free at him glanced
fell in love and to Bratwen became financed
they circled that hall of fame as they danced
his steed carried them away while both romanced.
Not everybody has had the same vision I had in the restful hours,
Christ with the whitest robe walked towards me slowly;
He was flanked by two archangels revealing His deity:
He wasn't too handsome but He shone with discernible holiness!
I entered the gate and there the saints gathered and waited,
they were the same persons who lived the harsh, earthly life
in spirit and appearance and their joy was as sublime as mine;
I didn't want to return and be among humans who mocked God!
Being a spirit He didn't show the actual signs of age,
and barefoot as He was born, He didn't feel any cold;
the long and wide hall had glittering walls of pure gold
that kings who lived in castles and palaces could never imitate:
" Dear, brother: control your rage, nothing will change! "
" Men have made an alliance with Satan and Heaven they hate! "
I continued to stare at Him being blinded and stupefied
by a brilliance that entered into my being with an effect
so peacefully and so amplifying grand felt by the elect;
in the Seventh Heaven, there's a deep silence that stuns:
only God speaks and His command is promptly obeyed
by His Son and all the smiling angels with bowed heads!
I envisioned a divine dream too realistic and too beautiful to behold,
my terrestrial body was suddenly gone, only my spirit was breathing;
I took another peek at the enflamed and violent Earth, all was scorched:
" Come my chosen: nothing is to be remembered, begin your singing!"
(Valentine's Collection)
53.
A Soul Of Light Ever Shining."
A Collaboration By,
Kelly Deschler.
&
Michael .P. Clarke.
Oh, precious soul, your light ever shining,
Valentine, sing within the heart of night.
Without your song, my heart would be pining,
the soul extinguished in love's brightest light.
Oh, Valentine, let us sing together,
in Heaven's grace, our love burns like a fire.
Within love's embrace, we stand forever,
touched by Luna's light, we share our desire.
Two hearts mimic in unison, the be mine beat
echoing from cupid's golden wings,
hidden from sight behind midnight clouds,
observing the pure love he created.
Underneath a moonbeam spotlight
two souls intertwine, cloaked by Luna's veil,
accompanied by strings of Heaven's harp
and sugared whispers of sweet Valentine vows.
In love's embrace we shine, my Valentine,
as together we float through Heaven's grace.
I taste of love's wine as your lips meet mine,
your beauty sings in this Heavenly space.
My Valentine, ever hear my hearts song,
forever be my love's joy through the night.
Angel divine, in my heart's love you belong,
stay within my heart, my Angel delight.
Two souls, deeply enamoured, mutually charmed
since true love's beautiful budding moments.
A union destined to sustain this night,
oncoming dawn and forever onward.
Two hearts enflamed, fan the blaze always.
Rising from orange to red mimics the sun
caressing the Heavens, cradled in golden rays,
where our feet now tread, Oh Valentine.
"A Soul Of Light Ever Shining."
A Collaboration By,
Kelly Deschler.
&
Michael .P. Clarke.
13/02/2019.
Hi Kelly, thank you for sharing Ink with me on this wonderful collaboration. It has been an honour and a pleasure to work on this piece with you. It has been an enjoyable process. Happy Valentine's when it comes.
You’re on your own pedestal and I can’t reach out to you
You’re standing tall while others fall behind you too
Sorry if I let you down, but you rise from the ashes somehow
You ride the flames of your passion while I drown in rain anyhow
I’m the best failure you’ve ever had
You’re the worst success and it’s sad
That you had to depart from the light
You’re like a lifeguard without her might
Without you, I can’t breathe anymore
My weak lungs are enflamed and sore
The sky of rainfall collide from bitter clouds and I’m drowning in my lonesome soul
I’m confident that you’ll get out of darkness and enter the crowds of happy people
My chest is sore from a heart beating evermore —
Open up the corridor of my heart’s ability to adore you as you are
I’m trying my best to seek peaceable hope in store —
What more can you ask for? Another remedy to undo your scar?
Torn into pieces and still, I rise to meet my end once more, once more
Could’ve sworn you had me breathless against my will to the core, to the core, to the core
Trapped within this chamber of hell and I insanely call out to you in vain
You zapped the energy out of me in this cell, then I fell down the drain
No one can tell that I was a monster back then
Neither can they tell I can never be a ten again
Reminding myself of the past mistakes I’ve made
I’m sorry I threw at you so much hatred-bitter shade
Envy weighed me down till it made me feel incomplete
Now, I’m barely trying to get back on my weary feet
You held so much abominable regret and I got you so upset
I apologize for the times we accidentally or purposely met
I’ll take responsibility for my heartless actions by satisfying positivity to the max
Have mercy on me, for this pain is uncontrollable…it’s so difficult for me to relax
Justice Will Always Prevail
Troubled minds hear ephemeral voices invoke thunder lightning and brimstone
Arms and faces lifted skyward world leaders chant prayers of promise to atone
Burning desires layered with jeweled expectations lay shattered on the ground
Memories of a dying tree adhering to roots of seeds breathing without a sound
Dramatic persuasion enshrouds fraudulent demonstration alluring deviant cults
Solemnly bemused and humiliated clown transmogrified with obnoxious results
Degenerate rulers cast spells on disheartened souls and vulnerable immigrants
Heartless transgressions on fearful innocents intensify enflamed primeval rants
Magi crying oceans of tears greatly agonized by crucifixion a visionary revealed
Wounds agape under a bloody cloth a facial expression of triumph unconcealed
Forlorn mother of a son in search of peace navigates an unforgiving killing field
Securely entrenched within is an impregnable fortress a flaming spiritual shield
Transitory moments celebrating unexplained manifestation of time everywhere
Dark matter shines behind the face of nothingness inside dynamic atmosphere
Beneath the zenith leaping ballerina enchant an ebbing tide to liberate a whale
Yesterday today and tomorrow foreshadow universal justice will always prevail
Penned: 05/2009
Aboard Cruise Liner--
Radiance Of The Seas
No question would be more realistic
to face more hard days ahead of us,
it's a challenge to put up resistance:
it's a wish that has deluded the optimistic:
we sought a brighter light more intense,
we had hoped vainly and achieved less!
More hard days will shake our anxious life
with its uncertainty and scary gloominess,
we didn't listen to that prophet who predicted
dire times: he was laughed at, spit on and even ridiculed;
had we listen to him: we wouldn't be filled with sadness,
we wouldn't be worried but follow the path to awareness!
" Distrust, unrest and chaos can't be avoided,
blame your corrupt leaders who have failed
to fix many broken promises to restore blessed harmony;
most of you have lost every hope and have chosen apathy! "
This is the voice from the grave, that voice of despair
that warns us of what was coming in less than a year!
More hard days loom over the dim horizon,
that horizon once enflamed by brilliant colors;
we stare at it sadly, but nothing inspires imagination
to rebuild dreams left to burn to avenge indignation!
If our ears refuse to listen, there must be a sound reason;
don't let that reason be a measure of permanent distance
between rageful hopelessness and the astute ability to persist and win:
conflict never ends accordingly to plan, it's the stronghold of defiance!
upon the Rase a troublesome crone
who meddled in the Rasen folk
for she a witch!
a witch! their slant and well
she laid upon a cow a cursied blight
a cursied spell
and lo would not this neighbour’s cow
go to the milking parlour so
this neighbour’s daughter fraught and fair
to seek a wise man, she that hour
left in haste to hear of words
and met with him though quite by chance
for he appeared to her when needed
invited in somewhat expected
and knew did he of her unrest
as heating in the fireplace a red hot poker
readying
and stoked, enflamed the fire roared
and from by the Rase the witch was heard
to scream and cry
you see now in her weakened state
another troubled Rasener
took heed upon the lowered crone
and struck her hand with a blade had he
and brought to her all of her eves
that drew the blood of taintedness
and scream once more
then again made three
no more trouble will she cause
said the wiseman confidently
and the witch skulked away
her powers lost
made free were then the Rasen folk
and the cow went in to give them milk
Moon In A Returnable Bottle Beast
The sharpest tongue comes out like a smile on a rug swept clean
A pointed thing like an acid arrow projected for all to see
A pretty young girl displays it venomously
As she holds her virginity there as well, like a red badge of courage in dignity
For insults hurled her way regarding alleged promiscuity
Well
Who could blame her for sticking her tongue out for all to see?
It came out so far it reached Atlantic City (before gambling)
It’s obvious she was framed and scared in blame
Her heart enflamed and embittered
She screamed, (after the tongue rolled back in her mouth of course)
“Moon in a returnable bottle beast….You (expletive)!”
No one at the party quite understood.
They all knew the rule however
Never mess with a crazy…..even if she’s cute
The target of her love or hate as you please
A nasty old girl with equivalent temper
Stuck out a finger prominently, (Can’t tell you which one…This is a family show),
but clearly in the wrong direction
Little miss virgin honorary badge of courage girl takes a swing.
I can’t go on with this delicate matter
The doctor says I’m fragile
But things didn’t go well for little miss finger pointer
The next time you hear someone yell, “Moon in a returnable bottle beast”
Please run for shelter
And watch out for slips of the tongue as well