As cold as my heart is
For a moment I felt heat around it
Could it be he managed to morph me
To something I never dreamt to be
Something sweet, something weak
Something I fear to, on the mirror meet.
Was it the hug so warm to me
That it balanced my homeostasis.
Was it the kiss so passionate
That he began by caressing my cheek
Perhaps when he put on mine his lips
When he slowly, soothingly pleased
My rarely touched skin
I began to have emotions, feelings.
Sudden joy and pain and love and hate trips
Oh dang! What had I done?
Now I look back and beg
To go back in time and rectify
What did not go according to plan
To the me that never cared
To myself which was ne'er fair
To that evil and ugly monster'ess
To as cold as my heart ...was
By Neptune
I'm so sorry I never try to rewrite my story.
All I ask is understanding with patience for me.
I'm sorry I so often fall apart so easily.
All I need are gentle words said so soothingly.
Please forgive me for my unnecessary tears.
Forgive me for how I fill my mind with fears.
Forgive me for whenever I've been dishonest.
Forgive me, for I often also show I am earnest.
I am grateful for your grace and temperance.
I want to enjoy life together, like it's a dance.
I want you and I to happily walk and prance.
I'm always grateful you gave me a chance.
I love you, I just fear if this love's a dream too.
Afraid of any future where I wake without you.
I love you, I'm just lost in my own grieving rue.
All I need is you helping me feel less blue.
Oh! My dear inamoratos
Enrapture and enamour one another
With jest and mirth
In a jiffy of joie de vivre
In heebie-jeebies
Soothe and love soothingly
In lividness and agonies
In our succinctly
As bona fide lovers
And as we are tyros
The amour betwixt swains and wenches
Should be with respect and tryst
But not breaking the virgin-knot
Till matrimony we can quest
The right to live and explore in fancy
To enjoy is to own
The right to open and welcome
In the palace of fantasy
To the kingdom of ecstasy
With merry and cheery.
The surface of the lake, a polished glass, reflects the waiting sky.
Barely a ripple breathes until it passes, begs in want, silence rose the reply.
Hidden reeds where a tune unfurls, a sleepy song of water kisses the stone,
as it was born in the ancient world, a transient, deep, harmonic, and internal tone.
Bliss is the sound that essence hears, soothingly ponders, when there is nothing left to crave;
hence, the slow erosion of all the fears, bathes in the murmur of a hidden wave.
A dulcet splendor embraces the tamed life, in want of a vibrant flare,
while gathering semblances of their former slept source, spirits touch a gleaming care.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye,
still of that quiet water, so clear, so deep, the soul finds promises it meant to keep, reasons why?
When the light fades gently upon the end of day
the sun hangs so still, it appears made of clay
Treasuring each moment draped in sunset's glow
I linger like the rustling whispers of a quiet bay !
When peaceful grace of evening suddenly descends
illumined by its radiance, I'll soothingly transcend
Entering realms of soul and heart
I'll enter in its chamber just like a work of art
When mother nature finally comes to greet me
I will seize this Sacred moment an consider myself free
Rising like the eagle, I will soar across the sky
with everlasting breath until I finally cross the sea.
Your voice is simply so dreamy in Nepali,
Please come here now and serenade me
As I rest, wrapped in your arms tenderly,
Your song lulling me to sleep soothingly.
The steam billows and dreams are drawn in white
A silver cyclone swirls, a tiny squall.
The china vibrates with the coming light,
Aromatic, brisk, soothingly cordial,
A silver cyclone swirls, a tiny squall,
The scent of morning rising from the deep.
Aromatic, brisk, soothingly cordial,
Gossiping secrets that the morning keeps.
The scent of morning rising from the deep,
From the dark grounds, a distant thunder roars.
Gossiping secrets that the morning keeps,
Beyond the cup, the city sleeps outdoors.
From the dark grounds, a distant thunder roars,
The china vibrates with the coming light.
Beyond the cup, the city sleeps outdoors,
The steam billows and dreams are drawn in white.
I’ll scrape this mud off of my heels -
That’s caked from years of trudging.
And soak these wounds in orange peels -
To persuade scabs into budging.
This bar of soap, my sword of choice -
Will slay bruises that have haunted.
Replacing aches with citrus’ voice -
Who soothingly tunes the daunted.
This plunge of water, warm and welled -
Will calm my anxious weather.
And put to rest thoughts that rebelled -
As I bathe in crystal summer.
Soul
Searches
Consciously…
Unconsciously…
Streams of query flow
Walls of falsehood erased
Screens of delusions get torn.
Springs of truth soothingly creep in.
Hunger satisfied, my heart comes home.
Days, nights, and seasons find endless newness.
A Candy Storefront window, a passerby pauses briefly at the array of heart-shaped enwrapped in velvet reds, filled with sweet treats like years before. The same tricks deployed as the byway take point passing a park. Then a heaven-sent gift the gentle walker, drifts a spun floater being a dove's solitaire wing. A hand reaches down and gathers it up in mental discourse. In brevity breathes deeply, and exhales soothingly. Contented, the gentle walker heads back to town, where an empty crimson velour box is bought, he makes one more stop before heading back home with a frozen smile. Amidst the expected backdrop scene where two fluted glasses filled with Dom Perignon Champagne atop a white-silk-covered small round table that graces two silver candle holders, pre-lit. The significant other donning a maroon single-piece nightdress is presented a box. He sits as she opens the box and oddly looks. As he explains his day's escapade freed him from the rigamarole being rhetorical, he lastly gifts her with a smaller box. She opens built-up with a hint of suspense that shreds away to tears. She looks up to the penitent soul while holding a solitaire diamond ring.
Haru and RItm often seemed
out of place and often with
a certain concern.
Yindiao told Jidiao Giam Jiezou
not to Jiving Biayan
he was cheap on the Xuaniu
and lacked concern with
his Cantar's. He put a symbol to indicate
that they had only stumbled upon
the sounds and songs.
Only due to an alteration were they
clashed about what style they
wished to represent. Coda: divided
them as people. Some
where jealous
of each other.
Some were repositioned
because of there standings and appeal.
Six of us are alluring and Amorous
while others only had an uncertain appeal.
They dubbed some as Perfect voice
and unappealing: while the others
were super appealing and lacked
vocal giftiering.
Fussed they appealed to different sectors.
Ritm stood above the rest as he was
Super appealing and had a strong proud bassey voice.
" A World should hear these men sing"
While there the instruments sound magical the background singers
sound soothingly perfect!"
The Music producer said he found one in a tobacco fild.And the other guy was a Machinist at a Nevada Lithium Mine. Bothe were Pianist and guitarist and one was a reknowed flutist.
Sheets of words
soothingly
caress me;
Invigorating;
Silken whispers
breathe perspiration
upon my ears.
"Halcyon moments are privileges for the destitute.", by the poet
The nectarous voices are whispering bye,
as seasons substitute one for the other,
remodeling landscapes harmoniously,
~~subtle surrenders,
A balmy brush of sand granules shifts a beach,
while warm bodies lie are gloriously blessed,
ere a quarterly sunset soothingly sound,
~~humid loses fair,
Pastoral renders reconciliation,
as a glamorous nature fluctuates gleam,
anon vividness slowly acquiesces,
~~restful greenroom folds,
Milk-warm coolly sedates creaminess cascades,
cushioning mellow fields of snowy delights,
entreating eyes amidst shimmering pleasures
~~picturesque shuffles.
Wind circulates, lifting and flattening
an otherwise, benign, breathless world,
relying also on deeper, slowly moving
tectonics, belching foully, scattering
seas...effecting change. Seasons like Sun
rejoice and fold. An occasional comet or
meteor perhaps a compassionate
God-sent, heaven rethinking the dawdling
pace of destiny…. Man a defiant offspring,
rejecting patterns seemingly not of his own
making – good angels know better, dutifully
soothingly serving.
I’ll whimper, cower and tremble
under this chair I shall reside
Because the storm’s angry rumble
will make me quiver, shake and hide
I will bury my head and whine
at each thunderous sound it makes
That causes the floor to vibrate
and every windowpane to shake
Bright flashes streak across the sky
and they do freeze my very heart
I will hide behind your legs while
they try to rip the sky apart
I hear the wind howl through the trees
as nature bows down to your will
The rain pounds down in torrents
that rattle against the windowsill
Now that the rumble has moved on
and all that’s left is a soft blow
As rains soothingly taps against
the glass of the bedroom window
I will stretch and give a big yawn
scrunch up this pillow for my head
Lay down and get some needed rest
in my comfy and warm dog bed
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