The waves kissed the shore
again and again and again
the waves kissed the shore
every second or so
to remind her
how much
she is loved.
-petulance poetry
I hope this letter doesn't end up being just another fan mail that goes unread
I hope it finds its way to you before the sunset
I hope you understand why I wrote it. I hope the purpose becomes clear
I hope when you read it. You'll find every word sincere
I could tell you that you are my favorite, but I don't want this to be a fan talking to a star
I want it to be a conversation between two human beings, but it's hard
not to tell you that your voice takes me to another place
or that every album leaves me amazed
I'd like to talk to you in person, maybe one day we could have coffee, or is that too optimistic?
My friends laugh at me cause I'm not realistic
but I'll send you this letter. Cross my fingers, and pray
That words could turn to birds, and birds would send my thoughts your way
Or maybe my fans can share this until it finds its way to your hands
Then maybe we can meet and make plans
This was originally a four lines poem, but I decided to get deep
I hope this is something you'll remember forever even if we don't meet
Old ecclesiastic sight charms.
Seen past time decay did great harms.
Restoration eased then priests' qualms.
Beautified now.
Pious churchmen seen chant sweet psalms.
They pass, we bow.
California's riches mission.
White brick structures simply glisten.
Great spread ranches, nice addition.
Wine and cattle.
Peacful life with no bad friction.
Reins and saddle.
There was a woman who lived on Jakku,
who lived in a robot and ate stew,
she met some droids,
and fought people on steroids,
and flew a frater too.
I can compare it to the sunrise in my day
I could just dream of it without dismay
With your smile my world grows bright
A welcome feeling that never goes away
Touching with such security and of course pride
Holding hands is not only thing it describes
Holding hands is not only an action or a reaction
The thought of it at first is quite hard to take
The thing is, is to prepare yourself without no doubt
When you can hold the person you love hands
They will never let go because both of you feel safe
Moments pass and you don’t think about your hands
Being warm or sweaty, just that faint feeling
Of each other heart that throbs in the palms of each
A blessing that both have made a commitment
Not to let go, trust each other without words
The time you hold hands to unlock them is to look
Look into each other’s eyes to let each other go
A little panic attack that makes it hard
When true love is involve you need more than a look
You have to have that kiss too! So that is that
To unlock that chain that bond that still is not gone
It flows through your energy that feels so familiar
That holding hands is so natural to each other
That it has no barrier that stops such feelings or emotions
Holding hands is just the start to bless each other’s heart
“Bel Air” ~ Lana Del Rey
Ashen stoic gargoyles sit amongst the gates
The sunlight shines through heaven's doors.
I'm impatient and apollos chariot awaits.
You'll be my golden wings as I soar
up into divinity engulfed by light and sights
of Bel Air. Roses and Palm trees wrap around
me as im waiting to greet you, come to me at night.
I'm resurrected ready to follow as you lead me to be found
I cry, you laugh and I take your hand as we descend right
into Paradise. The trials of men do not live up and
compare with the divinity of your soft philosophy
I wait for you at the holy land
knowing that our love is an anomaly
RAY AND WENDI
Sometimes it`s hard to get a good night`s sleep,
It`s taking everything I have to keep me on my feet,
Can`t seem to wear myself out,
and don` know what it`s all about.
Was it foolish to feel?
To reach out to see if you were real?
To go there twice then never again,
or will there be a third time my friend.
Did my long search end that day,
to give you everything all of it away,
I'd rather live alone until I die,
than to ever kiss you goodbye.
Lost in the pain and miseery,
Letting go of all you were to me,
Letting all of it just be,
The sweetest of any love story.
Reyes Y