'Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro'
my true love
you came an saved me
with no arms of your own
you washed down to the soul of me
giving righteousness in the pit of me
and i screamed out the motto
dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope
and wonder why it took you two year
to call out my name, and save me
from the wrong perilously medical pills of over expose Amoxicillin
and sadly i new (knew) i would not be saved for long
it still lives in my lung and when i smile my teeth
the doc says is anthrax to the out!
and this will be my end
for the best way to infect in ut
is to case it at someone window fan
and let the dust ring out!!
by:lyricvixen bares the true
Disclaimer: THE Poem Does NOT Provide Medical Advice AND IS FOR Information Purposes Only. IT IS NOT Intended TO BE A Substitute FOR Professional Medical Advice OR Treatment.13 years ago abuse • dark • pain • true
she gave me courage constantly
supported me leaning on my side proudly
made me shine like the morning sun
I glow as a sunflower my heart filled with fun
Dum spiro, Spero to mean it all with positive
for my perception is different, I have another perspective
compos mentis tells me about her
wild thoughts and the dazzling personality pattern
for luck is given from up above named as destiny
whatever it is named after it is topsy-turvy
out worldly blessed with patience and capability to understand
whenever my thoughts wander i find myself in the heart of the wood
seesaw, hide and seek, pendulum swinging mood
audacity, melody to my pains cure
frenzy feelings forever for her
for she is free, clear, and pure as the sky
messing around that i really don't dare
wisdom like the owl, safe and sound when she fly
fly in the heart and settle there for its all the place she can own
the kingdom is hers, the princess eternity my consciousness is her crown
O’ cleverest witch, yet
Prudent of all science,
mighty and sharp like
a hunter’s blade.
On your strong infinite
Spine you carry them;
real and imaginary
demons, rational and
irrational fools of
numbers.
How sadly they seem, as
they travel far and wide-
eternity, their feet nailed
to the number line.
To us that wander; you
cast logarithmic spells,
and sync up the music,
spotless glows- as though
in a disco; the razzle dazzle rose,
the spiro disco ball,
the space cadets; we dance
and swing till our days
come to nothingness.
His spirit felt embrace of choice, engulfed in thoughts of Her drenched billows,
Her fountain of love-burst, enchanting, charmed by piercing love-energy.
Introspective pour of elixir of life filled Her vessel up to the rim, earthly willows,
The touch of lips to Her brimming wine, flamed and surged indulgent Venery.
Lightening His jaundiced life with rumbling screw unknown heretofore; Amarillos
Ignited though, He will never be thirsty now seeing dreamy reverie.
She will douse His quench, love-thirst now when He looks at ripened Vanilloes
Dips His love-thirsty life into unsullied draught of Her liberal lilac synergy.
Savor of Her fresh mauve illuminated His life-line track, akin to Adonis spiro,
She was forever pleased with His marvellous might uniting with Her limbo.
you are a shell
god blows music
of bliss you are
a string god
caresses
green chords of love
just be you let
the god enter freely
prepare to receive
music flows
clean up your shells
tune up your strings
god surprises
be ready prepared
live in this moment
you cannot prepare
too late god gone
you cant dwell
in yesterday
dusted shells
untuned strings
god wont return
be ready for the
music each moment
love is an ocean
god resides
taste it drink it
god relishes
god is love
love you will
dum spiro spero
Scone’s lament
Bronco Don rode into the Dirran… café,
It was owned by the Spiro the Greek,
The patrons went into a Magpie smother flap hey,
Big brown horse and a whip cracking, geek,
Ole Brownie the horse would go any where,
So up the front steps he did canter,
Curses flew rare, young Scone couldn’t bear,
And Don booted his butt, like bad Santa,
An underage girl was the cause, yes sweet Merle,
When push came to shove in the game,
Don booted the Scone all around the Balonne,
And the river was running again.
Don’s half sister Clare, flew out of her chair,
And ran off to catch the train,
Bronco Don was still chasing the Scone everywhere ,
So Clare went to Goondi-windi, it rained.
True story in 1947…..Don
'Dum Spiro Spero' ...
Well, I'm still breathing!
For Brian's 'Motto' contest.
'Dum Spiro Spero' - 'While I breathe, I hope' is my old school motto!
"Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro"
my true love
you came an saved me
with no arms of your own
you washed down to the soul of me
giving righteousness in the pit of me
and i screamed out the motto
dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope
and wonder why it took you two year
to call out my name, and save me
from the wrong perilously medical pills of over expose Amoxicillin
and sadly i new (knew) i would not be saved for long
it still lives in my lung and when i smile my teeth
the doc says is anthrax to the out!
and this will be my end
for the best way to infect in ut
is to case it at someone window fan
and let the dust ring out!!
by:lyricvixen bares the true
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