The first time I saw you,
I knew it was you.
An angel from above
That'd make a magical love.
The first time our eyes met,
My heart started to melt.
It was a strange feelin' from the start
That I'd ever felt.
The first time I felt your kiss
From your warm sensouos lips,
It was a perfect gift
More than I ever thought.
For the first time of my life,
I became selfish in love.
Every day and night,
I wanted you to be at my sight.
It was the first time of my life,
I felt so complete.
It was our magical moments,
I'd treasure till I die.
If this is going to be my last,
Then all that I have been,
Is just a shadow of me cast,
Of all I am within...
The last time I may hold your hand,
To watch the sunset rise,
The hour glass that's filled with sand,
That runs in tears you cry...
The last time I may feel your breath,
Blow softly on my lips,
Till all that I may have is left,
To give back in a kiss...
The last time I may hear my name,
Said softly in my ear,
So turbulent the winds will tame,
And slowly disappear...
If this is going to be my last,
Then all I am to be,
Is everything that made the past,
Become the you and me...
Its not the love that I was looking for its not the tears we shed
together its not the cries....its a secound chance its a time where
we can be we and I can't be i ....a secound try a time were we
can live not even to learn...close ur eyes and you can trust me
fall back and ill catch u..for a secound chance?
They say that a picture is worth
a thousand words...
Multi colors floated by the
first time that my actions
spoke louder than words
I was in a world of my own
where nothing existed but you
day and night,
24/7, I could
only think of you
I used to count
the seconds off
before I could see
you again
But as time flew by...
the multi colors changed
to dull ones and my actions
said that they will withdraw
themselves due to the
fact that the word 'I'
and 'you ',
no longer seem to
be mentioned in one
sentence without
brining the conscience
'but' in it.
You no longer
were apart of
my day and night
and my 24/7 became history
and as for the seconds...
I am not counting anymore
All I want in this case
is your words instead of
a picture for
I need those thousand words
to paint a new picture of hope
about us.
GOOD DAY C.J!
Methinks it be time to blink at the sun
Look at your lover and say “good morning hon”
Perhaps a cup of joe and then you can go
Go to that tree where all the doves know
They know how vibrant and lovely you be
Lovelier than that old oak tree
It stands so tall with birds perched inside
And when they stop singing is for them to decide
Now perhaps it’s time to take a leisurely stroll
Making up for the time the clock hence stole
Take your lover’s hand and walk him to that lake
The one that swans and minnows never forsake
Then you return home from a lovely jaunt
You with ebony hair and slinky body with which to taunt
It’s warm inside compared to out of doors
And now maybe you can begin your daily chores
So he helps you with breakfast, bacon and eggs
Whilst he is hypnotized by your lithe little legs
Now it’s time for your meaningful morning meditation
But if your lover’s like me it’s time for his illegal medication
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GOOD DAY C.J!
Methinks it be time to blink at the sun
Look at your lover and say “good morning hon”
Perhaps a cup of joe and then you can go
Go to that tree where all the doves know
They know how vibrant and lovely you be
Lovelier than that old oak tree
It stands so tall with birds perched inside
And when they stop singing is for them to decide
Now perhaps it’s time to take a leisurely stroll
Making up for the time the clock hence stole
Take your lover’s hand and walk him to that lake
The one that swans and minnows never forsake
Then you return home from a lovely jaunt
You with ebony hair and slinky body with which to taunt
It’s warm inside compared to out of doors
And now maybe you can begin your daily chores
So he helps you with breakfast, bacon and eggs
Whilst he is hypnotized by your lithe little legs
Now it’s time for your meaningful morning meditation
But if your lover’s like me it’s time for his illegal medication
© 2011.…..free cee!
when the truth arrived
enveloped, it was November
and at the inception
standing quiet
the rags of innocence
were ripped from my eyes
I mourned what never was
grasping at
this breech of faith
both hands reached
and disappeared
into the vapour,
where once
you laid to rest
paper fluttered down
I hadn’t realised
I had given more
than I intended
never seeing the game
that was played
in the shadows
of the day
my life-force was attained
belief in humanity
suffered and shattered
from the burn
of this betrayal,
paranoia sits with me
hand in hand
my fingers tapped out the tune
as the veracity of this
deception,
was validated
time and time again
So I am not mad
but grieving
Every time I smile at you
Every time I laugh your joke
I want to scream I’m in love with you
But every time I do I choke
I tell myself it’s only eleven years
That it doesn’t really matter
Every time I do I fear
I’m afraid I’ll hear your laughter
You got a call from her today
You said right to my face
I tried to help and be a friend
Told myself that this would be the end.
All this time I thought we were,
Now I'm no more than a stranger.
ALl this time I dreamed of love,
But dreams sometimes aren't enough.
Tomorrow has come with the end,
No longer can we of love pretend.
Today the sun shines on you,
My sky, my mood are darkened blue.
All this time we played a game,
A game and only I am to blame.
Yesterday is gone without a trace,
Nothing left, not even your face.
Maybe time won’t end
So I can feel these feelings
Forever, for all time
I want to hold them
Deep in my heart
To always have these feelings
However, It seems as time moves on
I lose pieces of you
My memories start to fade
And my heart loses a beat
I lose my special senses
Those that hold love
I’m decaying inside
It’s been so long
You had loved me
You were such a big part
Of my loving life
Maybe time won’t erase all
Of what we had together
Maybe life will keep alive
What we held true
I will never forget
No matter what is lost
That I hold your love
Forever and always
Russell Sivey
.
Today I saw him
He never even noticed
We had met before
In another time and place
We loved each other freely
Today he noticed
That I stood before his eyes
He remembered me
All the love that we once shared
In another time and place
Chiquita (Chiamaka ) Baity
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "BAG OF TRICKS
Every time I look up to the shimmering stars at night
I can see you
And every time I gaze upon the glowing moon
I can feel you
And every time I imagine you holding me tight
I need you
Oh… I need you… I need you
Every time I breathe in the warm, summer night’s air
I can smell you
And every time I hear rain trickling softly outside my window
I can hear you
And every time I dream of us together
I wake up needing you
Oh… I need you… I need you
Every time I let the loneliness of the evening begin to haunt me
I want you
And every time my heart beats
I love you
And every time I am flooded with emotions I can’t seem to overcome
I need you
Oh… I need you… I need you
Time in a bottle
If it were only possible to have bottled the past
To seal it so that time could last
My past had many good years
A family life I had no tears
And now to open that bottle in this part of my life
Instead of tears have more time with my wife
As You can See
Imagine what tis be
As Star-Bursts With-in Air
Angels Singing.. Everywhere
For tis soon
our time shall be
Gathering in the Air
with Jesus Christ
Our King..
Oh hey.. do you know
How Beautiful
tis be.. Love Shining
Gloriously
Of the coming of Our King
As Star Burst in air
Aint Nothing
That compares
Of How Miraculous tis is
That Jesus comes.. for His
For Time is Now..
Growing Close to be
Gone in a Twinkle of an Eye
ForEver in Eternity
Oh How Precious
It shall be..
For Souls in that time
Whom is His.. shall be..
Received Up.. into Glory
With Jesus Christ Our King
Oh do You know
How Glorious tis be
For then we all be together
Worshipping Our King
Come to Jesus
For time grows close
He is coming back for those
Whom belongs to Him
So.. If You are not yet.. His..
Don't waist anytime..
Come to Our Savior.
His Love is so Divine...
-
Will I go to the bar the oldest of my group I keep trying endlessly trying.
He could be there tonight after a long struggle to find Mr. Right
Every time I go out I think it's a waste of time no one wants me
Revving engine outside tells me the taxi is here with the gang inside
Each one dolled up to the nine's with war paint and sinking top lines
Is it the Locarno or Edward's No.8 club gals
Shalamar she says the foods free and he might be there again
Me with no man waiting but hey we will have a good time
Yes I'll pay your fee and Billie Jean drags us up the stairs
Nicely shaped and chiselled jaw bone he won’t bother with me
Every sinew of my being desires but I'll dance and he'll ignore me.
With a flourish I leave the floor and whack he raises his fingers to comb his hair
Letting his finger poke my eye. Ouch. So sorry. God I'm sorry.
Oh don't be its ok. But deliberately stagger and falsely sway and leave he follows
Very wrong to behave that way but a catch and fella oh mom.
Evening meals a cuddle and love. Here we go. I don't ask much. Do I.
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