The milk coffee skies of Paris in May,
make the Seine river look insanely gray.
At sunrise it’s quiet -
the traffic’s mostly bikes
our digs are luxurious and private
my school stress is waning - it’s nice
I want to get up sigh
I don’t want to get up,
We’ll vote on it later -
I think it’s a tossup.
What will today bring?
More thunderstorms and kisses?
*grin* I hope so.
I pull the covers up.
Peter stretches and asks,
“what are you doing?”
I chuckle, and say,
“Come and find me,”
when he does,
Paris is fun in May
.
.
songs for this:
How Deep is your love - Live at the MGM Grand by Bee Gees
Houdini by Dua Lipa
Disco Boots by Gavin Turik
Not My Fault by Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion
I own my heart
it entitles me to love
My selfish want for you
makes over eager to
love
and thus
being love
is enough to make
me believe in love
you as my Lover
.....................................
They seemed to enjoy
finding nothing AGAINST HIM
IT MADE IT EASIER TO
CHEAT ON HIM SHE told her
secret freind.
I've got 99 Dalmatians
99 problems
But a b###h ain't 1
Are simply Black or White
99 shade's of grey
Luckily I can't count to over a 100
Otherwise id have 101
Come from 8 miles away
Wrong side of the tracks
No street cred
Get stage fright
Battle getting it up
Can only spit while flipping burgers
Got 99 dog's but not a single G
calling me dog back
Tried 99 times but still no b###h
hollering back at me neither
Got no litter , got no glitter ,
got no bling , got not paper
Self proclaimed
Fresh Prince of Dead-Air
Cnr 99th street 101
And if 1 of you wants to buy a puppy
forward me your digits after the show
And I'll have 98 problems
But 99 ain't 1
Tall tale
Inhale
Exhale
Fire-sale
Entrails
Stop watch clock
Detail
Retail
Question
Charity
Joke
Shop
Cunning Plot
Accusations
Conertation
Deviation
Meditation
Presentation
Flip Flop
Resonate
Elevate
Procrastinate
Incarcerate
Deviate
Box off
Morphine
Dopamine
Vaccine
Injection
Firework
Dynamite
Pill
Postage Stamp
Taxes
Cheque
Cash
Paper
Bitcoin
Bill
Gold
Diamond
Jewel
How much have you got
Can you afford to loose
Can you make the roundabout
spinning stop
Drain the power from the main frame
Just how many times can the handmaid
escape
Before eventually getting caught
Crushing fresh red footprint track into
yellow snow upon a blue grass
landscape portrait
What's exactly lurking underneath the
bonnet hood
And have we sufficient rocket fuel left in
the tank
In order to survive re-entry in 1 piece
Apollo
9 - Dash . Dot - 11
OVER
I have changed today.
I have changed in a permanent way.
I saw it rise, I saw it shift,
I saw it move with it's coniving twist...
From the front door and the back,
I heard the knock
I heard the rapp.
"I am here" he said, "as you have asked."
"I am here from the rooted past."
I said, "Hello" and shone my light
on the old familiar
on the ancient fight.
Today I said, "I've grown too much you see,
for you to continue to be a part of me."
I peeled out my sword,
it slithered out of it's sheath.
In exalted postition
I sliced through the old familiar, the untrue, the thief.
The liar has lain and tracks removed.
My tool for change has been polished clean.
Heated and cooled with fire and stream.
Sharpen this sword, I have...
And leave the liar lain.
The rooster crows at the break of dawn.
I rise to write a poetic song.
A look through the window,
and I hear someone shout!
What brings' you to the Big Apple.
I say, I came,
by the way of the creator.
Then I replied with a night out on the town.
I look and observed all around.
I seen with my eyes',
even though I was deprived of sleep.
As the crowds gather in the streets.
The crowds begin to applaud.
I joined in and started to clapp,
as these talented brothers and sisters,
was chanting their art of rapp.
I continue to stand,
as the crowds' expand.
What a treat
it was watching
these brothers and sisters
break dance.
I observed and learned
knowing someday it'll be my turn
to express a poetic song.
These brothers and sisters
sure can chant the art of rapp,
and not only that by chance.
These talented brothers and sisters,
can perform the art of the break dance.
I look through the window,
at the break of dawn.
A rooster crows,
as I write a poetic song.
I hear someone shout!
What brings' you to the Big Apple.
I said , I came,
by the way of the creator.
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