Hot and not lukewarm
Steamy and electrifying
All the right moves and places
Totally smooth
Angles covered
The theme would be “LOVE ON FIRE”
Here and there leading to everywhere
Passion with its own temperature set
Beyond in able
Journey into ecstasy
Propelling through the love portal
Into new heights
Acceleration with no stop
No quinch of thirst just breathless
Volume just right
Loving words even hotter
Fulfilled journey
Mission Control over and out
Extinguished not needed
Proven right
Temperature back to normal
Relaxed and delight
Reclaimation
Recyclation
Drilling into
stone to
manage water
waters to be
reclaimed
stored and
reused.
Then how might
I speak such when
My existence can
be questioned in
opposition to my
Claim.
Fro. Stranger to
Less strained.
Might the freindly
way of sacred
trust trickle upon
the stranger
Uncitifed to be
Country enough
to be Human!
The bassoons stopped when
the piccalos spoke of reclaimation
and desaltifcation
To let the cymbals speak to
trumpeted muses.
Oh clear!
Might my waters
Quinch my thirsty
Palate.
When they speak me
as existed, to make
Me evil and my
exhistance vain!
Sarah of Raleigh Durieum!
Summa Thyme
I want for you to say
Cause I wanna put mi
Light shades on !
By
A. C. Terry Jr.
SO HERE I AM ONCE AGAIN...
LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT.........
IM BATTLING THIS DEMONIC SIN....
LOOKING, PRAYING FOR ANOTHER ROUTE....
A DEMONS TALONS TEARING AT MY BACK...
I TRY AND SHAKE HIM OFF...
HE HAS A WELL PLANNED ATTACK....
AND THE SULFUR.MAKES ME COUGH.....
I FEEL THE FIRE...
IT BURNS DEEP IN MY SOUL.....
WATER CAN ONLY QUINCH MY DESIRE....
ONLY THEN, CAN I GAIN CONTROL.........
Mary
when i see you let
my eyes open wide
and really see you
when i touch you let
me really feel you
when i smell your beautiful scent
let me breath deep and inhale it all in
when i hear your soft sweet voice
let me really hear you
your voice is music to my ears
when i taste your moist red fluffy lips
let it tinggle me with joy
let it quinch my thrist
Time passed
He said He'd come back soon
Counting by forty
And by the moon
While He was gone
Little they knew
He would come back
His word was true
Did set out the chosen twelve
To look for Him
Best place to start
in Bethlehem
One carried wine
The other bread
John knew His favorite pillow
To lay His head
Mark led them with the keenest eye
There was no need
For those to ask Him why..
Luke stored his medical supplies
The Master may have needed healing for His eyes
Paul carried water, to quinch His thurst
In all their hearts, their Lord was first
I love the way you love me
I shall quinch your longing
desires allowing your rising tides
to flood over my warm exsistance
be with me
not yet seen by others not yet devoured
all thy flesh not yet vain enough to lie
myself to sleep not quite through suffering
for i shall wait for the endless sleep
to quinch my thirst for death for my life
as an empty soul no river runs through
where the devils has left behind wrappings
torn from my body my gift of love for
another ripped away at the roots
to be placed in a jar to be preserved
for the rest of thy living life
no more weeping for a senseless pleasure
of breath for with every breath there's pain
so let me not ask you lord for light
for i only beg of you for death
the senseless death of a poet
UMM I CAN TASTE THE HEAT
AHHH DON'T YOU LOVE THE QUINCH
THE AMOUNT OF DEPHT
YOU PORES OPEN UP
WHAT A MOMENT
HOW BEAUTIFUL THE BODY IS
AND IT'S EFFORTS
TO SALVAGE ITS SELF
OHH THE HEAT
WRAPPING, TAPPING, CLAPPING
AS OUR SYSTEMS ARE GASPING
DUE TO YOUR HEART BREAKING ACTING
when the sun is about to rise above, one can see and admire the beauty of the light coming
out the sun which is like gold colour which is covered all whoever it comes on. all the
birds meet on the trees nearby singing with perfect cordination with each other, saluting
the sun, one can also feel the heat of the sun on those who shining on them. some
passerbys drinking water to quinch their thirst because the heat is going very high as soon
the sun goes up little by little, and when the sun goes down in the evening, one can feel
the light heat and the light that seems to be very golden yellowish on the fields and where it
passes leaving a spectular beauty looking at it, by going up little by little till it vanishes behind the sea for good
the end of the world is near
as the days are passing by
we dont even try to stop it
nor do we even try
it has been written in the book
that it will be done by fire
but if we could change our ways
this world may not expire
instead we keep on living
as we have always done before
not looking into the future
and what we have instore
we have put the lord dead last
and he should always be made first
he is the one who gave us life
the one to quinch our thirst
as the days pass by
we lie we cheat and we sin
its all the mistakes that we make
is why this world will end..
We Were One
You Kissed me and you became a part of me
You held me and you became who I am
We are one
We are whole
You are mines and I am yours
We belong to no other
You eat and my hungry is fed
I drink and I quinch your thirst
You breath
and my heart beats
You are mines and I am yours
We belong to no other
You cry
and I feel the tears upon my cheeks
Your body inside of mines
a gift you gave no other
You are mines and I am yours
We belong to no other
You kissed her and you became a part of her
You held her and you became who she was
We were one
We were whole
You were mines and I was yours
And we belonged to no other
I cry
and you don't feel the tears upon your cheeks
Your body inside of mines
a gift you gave another
We were one
and now there's three
You are hers and she is yours
And you belong to another
And after all is said and done
You are two
and I am one
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