With the sun rising, it was a beautiful day to be on the beach
My love and I, on a quiet morning- together, we walked
The rise of the sun and the rippling waters were touching
Timing was perfect- we were holding hands and our lips were touching
As we stood on the shore of the sandy, white-colored beach
Seagulls seemed to circle just above everywhere we walked
As the morning grew, and the sun in full bloom, again- we walked
Then, we stood on the coast, still holding hands; still touching...
together, we swam in the water of the sandy, white-colored beach
Wet, we walked along the beach; touching lips- holding hands
Pressure came knocking at the door,
And slowly, love began to fade;
The laughter heard there once before
Was buried underneath the weight.
Two hearts that once would softly meet,
Now speak in whispers, cold and brief;
The days are filled with endless needs,
And nights have little room for dreams.
Where pressure grows, pleasure retreats,
Romance becomes a distant song;
A tired heart has little strength
To give the tenderness it longs.
Love needs more than roofs and bread,
More than bills that must be paid;
It needs a smile, a gentle touch,
A little time that won't be traded.
So ease the burden, hold your own,
Remember why you chose to stay;
For when two hearts make room for love,
Even weary souls can find their way.
Pressure and pleasure cannot coexist;
Where peace returns, love finds its bliss.
Romance To The Feeble-Minded
A sweetheart loved by every troop,
From distant lands, outside his group.
A decade’s bond, a quiet joy,
She bore his love a first-born boy.
Then fortune turned; he took the throne,
And wore a crown of steel and stone.
The state caught fire, the borders bled,
A butcher born, where mercy fled.
He turned his guns on her own race,
And wiped her memory from his face.
Severed the ties, forgot the child,
As war ran bloodthirsty and wild.
Ten years he ruled in blind deceit,
While terror marched upon the street.
An army wild he couldn't tame,
Three years of mayhem in his name.
His eldest son, a stranger grown
Unrecognized, ignored, unknown.
For eight and forty years of dread,
The general hid from son, his coward’s head.
No vision held, no focus clear,
A feeble mind led on by fear.
Too late the waking conscience stings;
Too late the courage power brings.
Unstable man, blind or visionless
Conscience- dead, tasteless and emotionless
Led his army into unnecessary blood bath
Even in his nineties, continued lying as from the birth
Forelsket feelings from celestia,
let yourself fall into that blessing.
Cassette mix created just for you,
may coax us into undressing.
Pillow talk so soft and savage,
slow down get a little deeper.
Intro lines are not needed now,
blow me kisses make my soul stir.
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There’s a fire that needs no flame,
A silent spark that calls your name,
A glance that lingers, hearts that race,
Two souls drawn closer into space.
The world grows quiet, time stands still,
As anticipation bends the will.
A whispered word, a trembling sigh,
A thousand feelings passing by.
It’s in the warmth of being near,
The kind of closeness that makes everything disappear.
No words are needed, none are planned,
Just the electricity of a gentle hand.
Passion isn't merely heat or desire,
It’s two hearts feeding the same fire.
It’s trust, connection, and letting go,
A language only two can know.
And then the heart gives way completely—
No walls remain, no distance between me.
For one breathtaking moment, nothing matters
But knowing you are here, and I am seen.
The noise of the world falls far away,
And every guarded feeling finds its place.
What began as a spark becomes something true—
A profound, trembling certainty of you.
And when the moment fades away,
Its echo lingers into day—
Not merely as a memory of the night,
But as a feeling that still carries light.
By Shawn Muñoz
Dear Barbara.
Before Fed Ex or UPS delivered rapidly,
There was USPS with Special Delivery.
Before them all, God delivered freely.
There are two treasured gifts most heavenly.
God blessed me with a wife and a family.
There's no one else with whom I'd rather be
Than the one that God clearly gave to me.
All that came before you
Lit a flame that quickly vanished from view.
For 54 years, there's been 'Just Us'.
It will be this way until one of us bites the dust.
Steeped deep within my memory,
I'll always remember the start of our story.
In a college town,
In a church pew,
You turned both my head and heart around.
From that moment on, everything became new.
In very short order,
I knew you were a gift from my heavenly Father.
Bobby still remembers his High School Sophomore year
Rarely do his other memories still ring so clear
But he also recalls letters to Christine (his girl at the time)
They are so vivid he can quote every line
Sometimes they skipped their classes just to talk for a while,
He adored that girl to madness,
her brilliance and style
That year was precious,that year was a bit wild
He's not living with any regrets,
That year and that girl left impressions he'll never forget
By: J.N.R Dutton
A most distant sun
Blesses light on our union
As we feint through life.
Where is room for sublime
in Trump-Modi era
if we talk about
grief, trauma, social justice
liberation, health, job
happiness in a culture
of divide and rule through
rightward extremism?
comics of history
in lanes and bylanes
search lingams for new world
threat murals of mutiny
recreating new forms
unearthly light and space
in old tales sacred for
visions of heritage
I don’t share their tangerine
nor stream in their landscape
even if I’m consumed
in blankness of fire or flood
Dusk
brings a sense of calm
Sultry tones of his laugh
rent my headspace
Wrap around my fingers
like a lightning rod
Flush my face with fantasies
but none are rated family
And my juvenile self wonders
What it's like
to be consumed by love...
I think I'm close.
I for one
I’m being strangled
by the radiance of his half-life essence.
Ubiquitous beauty,
bleeding through my AMOLED screen.
To truly appreciate it
I need this in 4D.
4D? Why not 3D?
Because... for me
I want to exist beside his.
If my beginning and end are the same,
I’d want them both to have his.
And if I spent it all for his
I’d be the happiest frivol.
My September a promise I forever remember
those smiling blue eyes never would lie
Never never of my September
She knows to her I am rather fond
She knows to her my heart belongs
She never lets me know for sure
She laughs before I hear those words
Love me my September
be with me forever and all
for life and after
Love me my September
Pluck a petal of a rose
she loves me
pull another let it go
she loves me not
till only one left
answer already known
My September a promise fondly remembered
another she loves not me
with love how it can be
But the night has a silver moon
and it lights the beauty of my June
My June smitten in love under our silvery moon...
Before nothing bothered me,me,
I walked under the bright sun,
I waited until it went down
to find that spark
from a rising star;
I loved to play my guitar!
Julie waited for me,
smelling a wild rose
she picked on the way
to our hiding place;
on those summer's nights,
my warm arms wrapped around her:
it was the libido of sensual Romeo.
We laughed, we smiled,
not counting hours,
oh, it's the first night
I let these tears
flow so quickly;
nothing around me
is joyful and pretty,
because I lied
to the cutest girl alive.
O dark night
send dazzling moonbeams
to excite my libido
of sensual Romeo.
even the angry moonlight hides;
do I have to beg, scream and cry,
turn around and go home,
make up a ridiculous alibi
that's not needed anymore?
It's the first night
I'm crying in desperation,
without that heart
driving me wild;
it' s the first night
I'm ignored and pushed aside
to excite my libido
of sensual Romeo.
Encapsulated inside lyrics that glow,
fire this hot will never be assuaged.
Love insists on the beat of drums
backed up by solid electric guitar.
Fire this hot will never be assuaged,
turned on and turned up to purple
every speaker sticks to your blood.
Love insists on the beat of drums
to drown what sits inside so thick.
Once its held can it ever truly fade?
Backed up by solid electric guitar,
our story shines for a crowd to feel.
In the burning ballad hides its soul.
Is what we have all too good to be true?
Is it too much I want to always be with you?
Our love reminds me why I shall carry on through.
Your voice, your smile free me from feeling blue.
Am I really unfairly expecting too much,
When I say I always need to feel your touch.
As much as I want you here every day and night;
A weekly basis makes us fonder, so it's alright.
Is what I feel for you, what you feel for me too?
Are you the one for me, and am I the one for you?
I realized you're the one my soul was waiting for.
I just hope you also feel we have met before.
Am I right to feel we are the same rays of light?
Am I right to feel I cannot insult you in any fight?
Is it too much if I say you're perfect in every way?
For me, you are my safe harbour in life's bay.
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