I set fire to your memories,
releasing any passing thought.
Inside this net nothing is caught,
I’m done with that rerun series.
Please don’t utilize theories,
you amplified all I was taught.
I set fire to your memories,
releasing any passing thought.
Making riddles out of queries
any answer was all for naught.
Did you surmise I was distraught?
With a flick my lighter hurries,
I set fire to your memories.
Inside the secret treasure box
venin sits atop an old curse.
Potent to keep the tidings terse,
a result not meant to flummox.
Thin powder on glistening rocks,
the plot twist in an ancient verse.
Inside the secret treasure box
venin sits atop an old curse.
Cold shivers linger on the docks,
as if this virus could get worse.
Do not let bad juju disperse.
With a key that energy locks
inside the secret treasure box.
Such chatter, everywhere chatter.
Bring a clean slate to the boardroom.
Waving spray paint she’s in full bloom,
pausing noise with the real matter.
Truth served on that silver platter,
she swept up the buzz with her broom.
Such chatter, everywhere chatter.
Bring a clean slate to the boardroom.
Terms come apart with a scatter,
which causes this deafening boom.
Her color scheme is no costume,
there’s no trace of the mad hatter.
Such chatter, everywhere chatter.
In just one year ‘Star Wars’ will turn fifty,
yet it wears this inviolable crown.
A motion picture of such high renown,
George Lucas gifted us his galaxy.
I can say with absolute certainty
I’ll be at its opening day downtown.
In just one year
we can see it how it was meant to be.
Han shot first is how it really went down,
no need to discuss the scene’s runaround.
Back on the big screen causing a frenzy
in just one year.
You may see me as so much smut,
in my mouth lies the hardest stone.
A single bite straight to the bone,
rotting diamond teeth will still cut.
I’ve got this age-resistant strut,
ninety proof that I walk alone.
You may see me as so much smut,
in my mouth lies the hardest stone.
Filled with such polished etiquette
the sick properties held are known.
There are things I haven’t outgrown.
With all four ‘C’s keep the door shut,
you may see me as so much smut.
Each woman will become a Muse,
proudly cheering her sisters on.
When the enemy’s sword is drawn
there is no way you can refuse.
Soft gestures, those ladylike cues
graceful in blue jeans or chiffon.
Each woman will become a Muse
proudly cheering her sisters on.
Whether whole or wearing a bruise
her inner strength is never gone.
She can be vibrant or withdrawn.
It doesn’t matter which you choose,
each woman will become a Muse.
Spooky legends or candy hearts,
which one will get your pulse racing?
Some seek the horror embracing
when the final high speed chase starts.
Others in tune with softer parts
enjoy the rush of slow dancing.
Spooky legends or candy hearts
which one will get your pulse racing?
A black cat or box of sweet-tarts,
which design do like tracing?
Wield the power of replacing
which one for you is off the charts?
Spooky legends or candy hearts?
Some call it coffee and a walk.
For me? It’s silent seclusion.
The time I refuel with passion
relishing there’s no need to talk.
My mind drifts off to a deadlock
that action forced to illusion.
Some call it coffee and a walk,
For me? It’s silent seclusion.
A phone full of so much ad-hoc
it runs through me, a delusion.
Left inspired by such profusion,
I can only write with a gawk.
Some call it coffee and a walk.
Darling let us go out and play,
brisk air is sweet and welcoming.
Oh, my dear little feuille-morte
your deluge is so endearing.
Don’t dilute what the eyes betray,
those colors are ever changing.
Darling let us go out and play,
brisk air is sweet and welcoming.
I would love to whisk you away,
the woods are extremely healing.
My feuille-morte it’s breathtaking.
Let us dance among the decay,
darling let us go out and play.
This droll dance I’ve got to teach you,
all you ghosts line up start chanting!
A tight move to the right twisting,
twirling with your partner shout ‘Boo!’
Shut down that dramatic boohoo,
get them all up start clamoring!
This droll dance I’ve got to teach you,
all you ghosts line up start chanting!
It could be their nightmare come true
still they’ll feel the beat’s enchanting.
Let’s go! Ramp it up! Big haunting!
Falsetto shrieks grow and cut through,
this droll dance I’ve got to teach you.
Abstract art chiseled in cement,
it’s an overlooked time capsule.
You can see the old gathered pool,
a sunny day with wet pavement.
An afternoon filled with time spent
created with that ancient tool.
Abstract art chiseled in cement,
it’s an overlooked time capsule.
Take in the words the poet sent.
To walk upon it? You’re a fool.
Each stroke a facet of the jewel,
you can feel the poet’s lament.
Abstract art chiseled in cement.
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
Her hot tears made my own eyes glisten
as on and on she labored, outspoken.
In time, her story would in part, soak in;
she wanted her baby to be christened.
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
A neighbor’s harsh words had woken
her to the fact, people will call this sin -
do unmarried mothers deserve prison?
The town gossips’ pardon would be token;
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
Her story dug deep breaking my spirit.
She wanted help in her sorrow,
more than just someone to hear it.
Someone who would find time tomorrow
gathering young moms to share and borrow.
Acceptance is what heals a broken heart;
getting involved is a good place to start.
The flip side of a stinging bee,
an exquiste honey jar spell.
A North Florida storm befell
her city like fierce fantasy.
Tender morsels sensitively
took control of a wishing well.
An exquiste honey jar spell,
the flip side of a stinging bee.
Covered all over so sweetly,
birdsong now unable to yell.
Urban magic hits personal,
it cannot land delicately.
The flip side of a stinging bee.
With a ‘May the Force be with you.’
we have an instant connection.
Bespin’s a welcome distraction,
right through the asteroids they flew.
We’re members of the Falcon’s crew,
each essential to it’s function.
With a ‘May the Force be with you.’
we have an instant connection.
Multiplex, drive-in, the whole slew.
Say it fierce, there’s no objection.
Other films? No competition.
You tell me that you love them too,
with a ‘May the Force be with you.’
Every day is getting longer,
find your natural remedy;
Bathe in sunshine and the sea,
run with spontaneous thunder;
A flush is dragging you under,
leading you to serenity;
Every day is getting longer,
find your natural remedy;
Intensity has gone darker,
it happens almost too slowly;
Always returning faithfully,
poetic sunrays grow stronger;
Every day is getting longer.
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