You are the radiance of my heart's desire.
Beginning to end, igniting an internal fire.
Always surrendering our passions to share.
Within twin heart's centers, to wholly bare.
You are mine, and I am yours for spirts sake.
With desires and hopes not wishing to brake.
I will continue to hold you up for my inspire.
For you are the one I admire, my heart's desire.
Hidden in weeds
heart vavle on squeeze
Watch me not bleed
Even if it cuts deep
Keeps you away from
My boredom pale bule face
Made you see, me
The unloveable me
On a big
screen
undressing this soul
A human floating above
Spirts weak
from night terror screams.
Dark heart beating weak
You stared right though my core.
As my reflection hides and retreats .
Shadows knows you will be bored .
Not fooling me.
Once you see all the stains
I dont succeed .
The odds that were against me.
The unloveable me.
No way you will feel the same
Once you finally see
Our
last kiss,
was from the night before
And nothing makes u miss me
Will it be my last
Don't make it yours
Unloveable me
Hidden in weeds
Smoke and more
When I was slowly drifting away
Into space.
saying no more
You left my hand
Sitting lonely
When you were on your own course,
I wanna land
In my forgotten land ,
Of the Unloveable me .
Thinking of the things we had
In a middle of sinkhole
As earth swallow,
us whole
Searching for another dark tower
that holds the key
You were the one to save me
There is a shrill sound in the air
But I only hear it on neon nights
If it isn’t tinnitus then beware
Of the unsettled spirts that fly
It’s not just due to the silver season
Life and death happen every day
We feel hear things for a reason
Our bodies and senses anticipate
You know how you fuchsia feel
When someone stares from behind
Eyes devour you like a meal
And you’ve sensed it within mind
No need to fear your sixth sense
It’s good to have such a gift
It can be a warning once again
Or lead to a unique life shift
they supped on Bjurholm
drank Kumis
dined on haggis
and rubbed down
with sassafras oil
some made dessert from ackee fruit
and had puffer fish and shark fin soup
what word of satan they spoke
that they are evil and vain
there vanities covered by
thongs of
Xinjiang
and cursed all that forbade there way
of loving
they made fun of the foolish
and cursed the wisdom of
yesteryear
they summoned evil spirts
and did forbidden dances
to music which
praised the acts of whores
and whoremongers
they triffled the need of
husband and wife
and cursed those who wished
them to save and be healthy
they were evil before one another
and evil with one another
they made images to those
who would be appulled
and were fools for doing so
as a cloud from there our bodys
made them gag and repent
they sopke dogs as mens mothers
and there acts of procreation
and of what was
the female dogs meant to them
Patrilinear
monotheistically monopolistic
CAPITALists
calculate potential endurance
of terrifyingly terrific human consumer time
Left for anxiously anticipating rhymes,
reasons for seasons long trusted truths
ego-coloring beauty
captured by
and yet beyond spiritual inspirations
rewarding
redeeming
competitively cooperative nurturing nature.
Matriarchal poly-enthusiastic multi-
bio-culturalists
also account for cumulative synergy
expanding territorial dictatorial time
Rewinding awesomely awful sacred rhymes
distrusting mistrusted false tongues
electing hooded lies
Disparately dispirited
desperate starving backward future
rhyming reason seasons
of nutritional communion
Not inviting
yet tolerating,
Not accepting
yet equilaterally esteeming
estimating patriarchal monopolistic economies
within brighter lights of polycultural value
No longer worth
resonant ecowomanist trust
empowering spiraling truths
of beauty duty,
health of wealthy safety,
Enlightening spirts
of empowering social nature
Empowering CAPITAL invested research
enlightening Earth's most heavenly design.
Listless her body becomes
Her last breath and her journey's begun
In Life ever after she is joined again
With your father, family and friends
Their spirts continue through those they've sown
Donna, Dean and Darlene as they are known
In God's kingdom they will become,
like hear on earth when they were one
At the "Head Inn' Bar,
I sat with Death.
Drinking the fog,
With my poor-man's "Crown"
Earlyer, In mood,
I called him over, telling
"It can wait, grab a drink".
Quite in my superior,
For just saving thousands.
You see, Him and I have met.
First a teenage drive,
Acid with ambulance,
Flip-rolling, tripping a bad action.
But I saw him.
Then at mid-life, Buhhda-r-us.
Told to sit with him,
He didn't say much.
Death and I ordered again.
I gave him grief,
for ordering a Cran-metropoliton,
He shrugged me off, sipping,
Smiled his cared-for white mug.
Genuine tho, no hidden intent.
I could buzzed gather.
We Chatted the gambit,
Topics unbound,
He listened as if I had something to say.
It felt like a talk, with a laid back relative.
Glad to see, but good for the go.
Time whispered my leave.
Plus my spirts were many.
I slurred a passing joke-jab.
"were is your cycle, black robe,
Bone pointing finger "
He pierced me with a gaze,
like my dead father would,
Gentaly patting my back,
And by his smiling touch,
I sware, I sobered up.
Ah, in a welcome ease my heart connects,
where everything’s not about you and me,
texting friends and having fun; here I can let myself
know who I am—but here I am, and I am
still here, letting my spirts absorb I am what I am,
and that’s how I calmly shape my wisdom.
O fairest Muse of my desire, embrace my mind
into the baby’s breath of your verse, I beg!
Sweet as Christmas candy cane
She takes away my pain
Embellishes low spirts
Then she’ll crystallise the rain
With care, wraps up my anguish
Topped off with festive bow
Ensures there’s room within her inn
When I have no place to go
She jingles my bells when I’m going through hell
turns my tears into to snow flakes
With her jovial spell
Illuminates darkness with twinkling lights
embraces me warmly When Jack Frost bites
She’s a gift of the very highest degree
My Angel
My star
Adorning my tree
The most precious of baubles
Such a Yuletide time cracker
She can loose herself in this seasonal Chatter
She disperses my worries
and breaks them all down
They don’t seem so huge
As they fall to the ground
Like a magical snow globe
She shakes up my sadness
She’s my sparkling tinsel
and fills me with gladness
My dearest of friends who I treasure so deeply
Always thinking of others
and sings oh so sweetly
The tune of this heavenly holy night
Sprinkling hope as saint Nicholas takes his flight.
As the pregnant moon begins to rise,
one can hear the mournful cries
And when the spirts start their prowl
rabid wolves began to howl
From the manor house upon the hill,
you can hear the mournful shrill
from the souls who dwell inside,
who were killed and tossed aside
Some phantoms have been seen,
and as the moon lights up the scene
one can hear the groans and cries,
as if these sounds were demonize
A priest went there to investigate,
but no one knows his fate
Perhaps he too is now a ghost,
and has become the spirt’s host
Stay away from that place they say,
or you will never see another day
for the ancient manor on that hill,
sits there waiting for another kill
The murmur of hardships along the way
these words include and excludes the theyes" and"themes"
in conversation.Those spoken about as "They" or " Them"
to draw two closer together.
In Themes, those who are to celebrate the accomplishments of the show
from it's start until it's finish. The sorted definition, to speak the words
that they might have these things sound right.
that the numbers before them are fractions or parts
of a greater number.
Those in cause shall speak, they as they, and, them as them
and then, themes are act's that had been done as music.
The minds, have created, that the body might dance.
then he said to them, "Let the words celebrate the life of those who
has lived, that they might inspire
those who shall live to have life." And all beneath the sky shall see the day,
all beneath the sky shall see the night. Those who believe in those things as spirts shall speak Heaven as Utopia, and the sky as the earth.
And the Gods for the Celebration, shall
be the God's of this faith. These organisms posses a soul
the very essence of that makes them who they are, and who they were.
The mind, the body and the Soul !
November December January February
Dark cold bleak
It can
If we let them
Lead us into the dark
Only
If
We let them
We need to let the warmth
Of the starry night
Transform
The night
To brighten our spirts
and
To let us feel
the warmth just out of reach
And when
suddenly
We feel the warmth that is next to us
All
A
Long
The Children, The Children
How thier little minds work
No matter thier age they're all have a purpose
The children, the children
How they show thier love
No matter what they know I'll be there
The children, the children
How we dance and laugh
When the music comes on
Not hearing but feeling the beat that comes out
With rythem raging thew are souls
As thier bodies go out of control
Singing even if they don't know the words
Our voices carried beyond the clouds
As are soul's just blend into us each
We feel Devine no need to speak
As are eye's just meet and we all know this feeling is unique
The children, the children
They cry as they leave are spirts are combined
Now are heart's bleeding
The children, the children
They're all apart of me
And another chance to save innocence
So our spirit's can be free
By
Lonnell George
I keep having the same dream..You and I together standing face to face the whole world around us.
As i stand and look at you My eyes can not deny the beauty which they see.
We move towards one another our spirts grasping at each others as if trying to pull us closer, faster they are entertwined long before I have you in my arms.
Our hands meet first palms flat facing each other they touch as a whole I can feel the softness of your skin the love in your touch I can feel everything as our fingers grasp to help lock us as one.
I can not look away from your face as we move closer, your lips are my island your eyes are my world, sweet paradise.
Our bodies are in tight embrace arms around each other we grasp behind each other necks one hand to pull us gently into each other.
I feel your lips before I touch them I feel the shared breath between us fill my lungs with you as you flow through my body.
Our lips touch like two beings seperated long ago they instantly become one.
As we kiss the world sways turns faster around us sending this message to all points to all who see this is real and all understand it..
Trudging threw darkness i past threw the light.
Running from violence, my fiance's delight.
As i turned on the light fear grasped my sight,
i fought with my will power and i fought with my soul
i collected my strengh its time to let go.
I grabed my babies and run for my life,
i'm running from my fiance but heavens in sight.
I did'nt run for ever,i never lost hope.
The love from children kept me this sane
but the momories of my fiance still hold my pain.
Angels heal heart break while spirts guide me threw the light.
A new home im happy because hope has my hand.
Faith is my religion,familys my heart.
They lead me from depression to a new found self.
Now iv found my self, me at last.
Tests take forever they lead us astray but familys a tower, strong and its safe.
he will never find me now i've changed my name
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