I bow to the one ,
who bears a ever
smiling lotus face.
I bow to the ultimate bestower
of everything.
She is the one who
at will can flow in creativity and
give intellect to anyone.
I bow to the one
who is always holding a Veena
in her hand and
dressed in serene white.
I bow to her
who can even make a
non believer wonder.
I bow to one present
in very essence of life itself.
I bow to the one
I bow to the one
May I finally request her
To reside in my vicinity?
Red flash blurry in sights
Walls smashing tuna and mint stew with potatoes and garlic
Mercy they cry I sing with bliss
Ten toes Edgar remembers
Five fingers a head of mystery
Shadow dragons battle me
Juniper waves of Love
She is so amazing I am so glad she exists
Understanding oceans divide
Quake their blood is fresh
Ruby eyes clean and sharp vision
Warrior spirit Milk toast delivery
Champagne in my vicinity
Warlock drug lord shaman kneels to My Best friend King of Kings, Dreadnought arisen shamrock
Allocating all decisions to my Physician Yeshua true doctor and healer
Waco York Perth Renton and Eugene Oregon
Albert needs to treat their disabled people better
Wake up speak out fight for our rights!!
Disabled people matter!!!
By Moonlight's grace, embrace the space.
The Cosmos sends romantic dreams to you.
With their wings from Starlight and Sky blue,
Their enchantment bathes minds anew.
Such flaming Orbs bind dreamers to rainbow hues!
May magic blossoms enchant the vicinity
And Clouds bestow Cosmic affinity!
Let snow Faeries flutter among frosty trees
And breezes fulfill your hopes for glee!
May Faery dancers set you free!
With Starlit gowns and flowing streams,
The Orbs anointing your mind in dreams.
Imagination is their instrument.
May the Fae wonder be bright and innocent,
As Faery visions carry you to the bright Infinite!
Don't forget her.
She's shameless,
self-centered,
weeping profusely
without reason.
Soft melodies
she sings
for whomever
is in the vicinity.
She knows.
She's a criminal,
stealing looks
from other women.
They hate the easy effort
to hypnotize
the comfortably curious.
She is real.
She's everywhere,
taking lives,
choosing by
throwing stones
into the crowd.
Onlookers whisper,
"How disgusting,"
they say,
without remorse or care.
Lights flicker.
Squinted eyes all around.
She's disappeared
into the night.
Don't forget her.
She's shameless.
Patterning in, bathe in silhouettes of panes,
Vicinate high and low, the yellow gold.
Scrupulating in curtains' gleaming gold,
Freeze the sun in infinitum on floor.
Cold, not so cold, stir the winds - The soul.
Breathe in, my eyes the winds of Oxford.
Freeze, cease to sprint, the time in vicinity
A hop, skip and jump plunge well, to hardcore.
Silences of the grandest melodies, subtle down
There - where is the scholarly cloak inside,
Where - there is a scholar hidden in asylum,
Gleams my dreams in great coat of Oxford.
She was dainty with long curls of sunlight for hair. absolutely breath taking.
She seemed to emit a radiant perfection. Hand sculpted by god himself. She wore an elegant gown, emphasis on the way she seemed to glide across the floor. Flowing in and out like the tides with every move she made. I could not relinquish my attention. My curiosity held me in her current. Slowly drowning me considerately. Wrapping me in the unforgiving song of a siren. My mind left a swirling pool of lustful possibility's. Dancing in the vicinity of virile compulsion.
It sent waves to the base of my spine awaking the very beaing of my existence. I came to life in the enigma of her gown absolutely breath taking
Lil mama in a Q50 infinity
Known to handle drama
Pulls up any vicinity
know a broad in a Amg
we hit the drive through theater
And we blow on trees
I know a hottie in a Beamer
She fiends for the d
Trying to have my baby
in a swooped up m3
Another shorty in a Tesla
Always smoking gas
Pulls up just to charge up
We loving in the back
Now I’m in a jag
This chick loves to brag
Ratchet ass hell
She ain’t got no class
Mama in a v dub
Fly mamasita
Use to be my dealer
Now she on flea
Cruising in a cooper
I’m with a fine cougar
Taught me a couple lessons
I call her my tutor
Freaky ass shorty in a
Honda accord
Open 24 she use to take me to store
If you see me in a corvette
You know she a war vet
Every time she pulls up
She meets me at my door step
I’m in a nine eleven
Clutching on her thighs
Mashing like the dash board
She texting with her man
Big body hellcat
But shorty was petite
Lets me take the steering wheel
While she gets in fleek
Lifted I’m in a tundra
A dike mutha lover
She pulls on all the females
I’m with her in the summer
Death is in relentless pursuit.
It pervaded my thoughts,
assaulted my senses.
I scramble, rerouting courses.
A thousand voices call out my name.
Taunts, screams, cries alike.
Yearning, warning;
Calling, crying;
Run, run, run.
Run through the phantasmagoric vicinity--
The end is not far.
A hooded figure speaks my name,
its voice benignant-- a mere whisper,
Unlike prior haunting echoes.
It beckons me over with an extended arm.
My pursuer, waiting for me like an old friend.
I was only shadowed by my own fate,
pulled by my destiny.
Crushed.
Dust chokes the air
And encircles the vicinity
Burnt.
Charred and battered.
A blackened stump,
The remains of what once was alive.
Hacked to pieces.
Still, lifeless—
Left to die
Will you still bloom?
Will you rise from the ruins,
Brush off the kiss of death?
Will you cling on to the fact that—
You still breathe?
Get up.
They crushed you.
They burnt you—
Tried to turn you to ash,
Hacked you to pieces,
But still—you stand.
Stand tall.
Raise that head high.
You overcame what no man ever did—
A living testimony.
Narrowly escaping your own death
You fought—
You fought the obstacles, the trials, the stones meant to hurt you
And yet—you bloomed.
#Precious
Day in and day out,
In my window,
my eyes lay low,
like a lion on its prey,
awaiting only to quench my soul
with your luminous glow.
Your drizzling laughs,
consistently sending shivers down my spine.
Wish you'd peep into my stomach
whenever you toss your eyes to my direction, constantly provoking the butterflies in my stomach, to run amok.
Shut my eyes,
clot my earsdrums,
in your distance my heart reverberates,
tie my tongue,
for my soul screams to your aura,
less these streets hear whats not meant for their ears to consume.
From a distance fell so hard,
bruises on my heart awakes
whenever I lay my eyes on you,
like demons in my spirits
evoked by your purity,
Owe it to bow to your parents
for slipping a goddess out of heaven,
without God's knowledge,
right into my vicinity
#Poetic_ink
Alone in the midst of many I feel,
rapture of bliss magnetism in wonder,
which manifests rapturous zest and zeal,
caused by divine sublime silent thunder,
rising from a fulcrum deep down under
but no one in my vicinity knows,
how my soul’s aura magically grows,
being a secret I hold in my heart,
as also is soma nectar that flows,
breath by breath thus as I add love to cart.
Bounded by honourable hearts
Delicious dreams gravitating the mind
Gleam sunset patching life with brightness!
As autumn rain effectuates its pledge
While stars evince my inner desires,
I do believe.
Gazing at the blue sea reinventing itself
Advocating serenity in my path
To unearth calmness of life
I do believe.
With ecstasy and cheeriness painting my journey
Beauty of the earth gracing the eyes
Diluting grief to nothingness,
To stimulate me believe:
There are notable forces in life than hopelessness…
There is a rationality behind every drop of rain,
Love waiting out there,
And that I do believe.
When I perceive peace pledge – peace…
Starry sky hiking with confidence,
As I journey beyond the woods,
With adoration sanctioning the love of someone
Ancient mysteries concealing themselves,
Glowing recollections salvaging my delight,
Faith capturing the vicinity…
Sanctioning misty rains to grace the occasion, while….
Succouring me recoup my optimistic moments,
…. I do believe….
Today was the first day of class.
You should have seen all the people.
Everyone couldn’t have had class, some of them must
have been gawkers, the types that slow to watch
flat tire changings and car wrecks.
Some were carrying maps - freshmen.
Like student drivers they clogged the paths,
drawing a few looks.
They gaggle together like geese,
Jeeezus - shut UP and get ON with it, freshies! I thought.
Not ungenerously - I remember being lost - back in the day.
I have class, myself - in both the intrinsic sense - of style -
and in the “research for credit” ‘check in on the first day,’ kind.
Still, we’re parading, and I’ve always loved parades.
My one regret is that there are no mimes or elephants.
ok.. poetry..
Stress is somewhere in my propinquity.
See, it’s known to stalk this vicinity.
I’m not a freshman, so it hasn’t struck yet,
but when it does, and it will, you can bet,
that initially, it will shake my tranquility
and end our start-of-year festivities.
It will creepily creep, destroying my sleep,
until I prove my scholastic resiliency.
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Songs for this:
Violently Happy by Björk
Schoolin' Life by Beyoncé
As i dreamt of days passed by,
(Darn it!) Takes a sprout.
I looked to my right,
And i looked to my left,
For how i saw no passers-by,
"Darn it!" Gets the mouth.
Regrets flood in of "Why? Just why?", the floods make up a sea,
There is now a vicinity to self in which am loath,
And cry to the self for leave,
Its only when the eyes dry up,
And the fog has its retreat,
How infinite the self is in the void.....
"I see! I see! I see!"
My pet horsefly is so darn finicky
Dings every male in the vicinity
Only goes for rock stars
Who play a mean guitar
She will not accept a facsimile
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