The way she laughs excites me, the way she ponders is seductive. Like the tide, i'm drifting towards her, and like the shore I hope she soaks me up.
Is a hug a gift from God? a squeeze can brighten the most darkest of day, for a warm embrace, who doesn't wish to stay? Is a hug a gift from God? cuddles the heart does treasure, in receiving, oh what a pleasure. Is a hug a gift from God? it's an act never to be taken lightly, infact, clasp, clasp tightly. Is a hug a gift from God? they visit wholehearted, not half, never quarter. A hug must be a gift from God, as I am in heaven, when its snuggies with my daughter.
As we watch the birch logs burn, little kicks inside her, excitement strikes! Imagine I hadn't have been there, no looks from the bandstand, smiles in the park. Fire light and little kicks, emblems of hope in the dark. Aspirations rise with the smoke, the heir to my words until his eminence bespoke.
Indulge in the mystery grasp the suspense, set sail in the search hail the pretense. Jump hop and spring, like a harmonic choir let thee sing. Where is the time that waits for no one, lying quiescent, if so, what from? Plié, twist and dance, like a tunnel of love let thee romance. We will meet in the after, and once again bathe in the past laughter. Yours, theirs and also mine, like a poetical lunatic let thee rhyme.
My reality, I submit onto the spirit as feelings form into tears with each tear I taste I realise again faith is sufficient. It's difficult to accept nothing of this world matters flesh will more than condemn and hope slides seeming all to to be lost. His blood again has cleansed me spirit lead me where I need to stand raindrops become my rhythm this world can keep its merry band. Through his painful attacks my arms reached out in praise I need not a silver cloud nor even the wings of an angel to remind me who I serve to know whom is my Lord. He was flogged and tortured carried his cross His blood shed for me I’m not imprisoned by guilt but through his love like the truth I'm free.
The music stops, and I feel the cold. Love hacked and extracted, can the soul save itself, as they fight for my last breath? Pulling me back to the shadow world, where dead hearts can't bleed. Moons don't reflect from seas, and on the vulnerable, the shadows feed.
Lift me high with those loving hands, that chiselled my passionate heart. Lift me high above all creation, and let me gaze, upon your art.
Pen, paper, rocking chair and a match, It's time to create inspiration to catch. Like a river it's flowing what's deep within bursts out, Like a thief for his life, from the gallows, I shout.
I labour, hands in dirt, hot sun on my back, all I have to offer is my heart, in this month of your zodiac. It's the first day of the week, the sun is beginning to set I search for words and metaphors, yet your lips, the goal i've set.
Her hair waved in the wind with the red ensign, The waves elated like a soul with rhyme. It was warm, dusk closer to night. Poets time, when angels visit to help bards write. Aside of me and her, and the warm cretian air.
She bowed to the crown of this viral pneumonia, she thought on chinese doctors in chinese labs, on Wuhan city on 5g masts. The medical scales of the pangolin embroil, the bat in the pot not quite at the boil, she is dead the thesis not, more to this truth we know not.
Shrouded in the smoke its silver cloud i wish to float away though here i'm succumbed nothing free not she not me, stroke my heart and help me fight, as i lose the light from the dark of night, liberate me from this state of mind liberate me from this place in time.
I awake in the calmness of tranquil poetry protected in love time losing all grip over me music notes dancing in a gentle summer breeze i'm like a loose leaf from a tree not care roaming free
I seized onto those deep-seated eyes, your deliberation, please from me don't hide. Oh... to dive, into the tide fall of the ocean inside.
Like the addict there's a craving, appetite for the need. Fantasies thriving, irritation for greed. Summon a resistant, so stunning too weak. Redolence, sweet, oh to taste the red apple treat. Call on divinity, interrogate the same faith, inside demand, so unsafe. Whirlwinds, wisp a whisper, of a needing inducing sin, ferocious, the conflict within.
Feels like I've been here so long, so I strain to think back to when things weren't so wrong. But all I see is my hands cuffed in a sweatbox, so I strive even harder, trying to forget about locks. No! I'm in a cold court cell, and like a scared snail, I retreat alone into my shell. Still thinking endeavouring to remember, but all I can see is a man in a wig, dictating my future and how I am going to live. 'Stand up! Sit down!' Fixed on thinking is causing me to frown. And then, I remember the girls! the beach! the sun! back in the days when it was fun. Attempting to stay in this memory, until this time has past, getting there can't come too fast.
She was tequila rose, he the Lynchburg oak. She said more with one look, than any word she spoke. Warmth, emancipated by her soul, melts away at the snow. Revealing a taste of what all want to know.
The enemy came raging, waging war on us all. with no defence, for us they did not stall. Destroying from inside, our cells as it's host, in their bravery we heard no boast. Angels of mercy we are grateful for your grit, the nations indebted, you make each proud to be a Brit. In this conflict you are our frontline, the countries very best at this critical time. We were hit with force , so stay in, so they can stay on course. Do your bit whilst they go the extra yard, they will soon be doted but for now they strike hard. Please equip them properly with every piece, so they can smash us to victory like stokes is at the crease.
I am unsure why when I am alone in this cell, I start to dwell on heaven and hell. Much I have lost within these four walls, lost, gone. Insignificant to all. Wanting right now as my mind is dense, In this hole, this hole of belligerence. Salvation from above can it really rescue me, before my soul drowns in this adversity. The ringing of despair cannons of every wall, with night after night of solitude I get so dazed and confused with it all. However my heart knows there is more, So I turn to the cross, and the mercy of God I do pray for. So on this perilous path however unsafe, I will drip away this stone I will always keep faith.
Through the window and next to me, graciously landing a flawless white feather, like on the morning of her funeral, with the same strength forcing me to pause, calmly, needing no applause. Reassurance, those armies he built are falling, pirouettes in the breeze, there all along even when I was crawling. Alas a resistance of a campaign of struggle spoken was the truth, verity, an end. Brings a platitude of power, like poems for a friend. I was close to death, but those closer, a messenger of God, even Michael much more than a carer. Remembering prayers of trust, not tainted with why, Nazareth be nigh! High into the mystic I soar, attend and hear observe and behold, digest the trumpets and wait for Gabriel, pronouncing durability into the unstable. I drop, arms stretched into the smoke that thunders, soaked in love I resurface with the skulls of kings, I have faith in the one He sent, and I accept what this feather of paradise brings.
You once asked if I loved you my short answer was no. The truth my feelings I could not let go. I was dancing in the pink hue of the atmosphere, escaping the dragons fiery breath I could not see, I was deaf. There has been now many moons many of them blue, I hope now someone loves you and his love is true.
Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer.
Like an angel, i need you today to roll this stone away. My heart pumps love like its fair, whilst my head doesn't seem to care. Christopher said 'our view of this world is like a mirror reflecting one's soul' well, in a deep wishing well. I'm the poem and the pen, to feel more intensely than most spirits and men. I'm on fire, so is the nation as i write away a need in this place of creation.
I would cut down to hear your laugh just one more time, have not just fading memories drowning in this bottle of wine. I miss you more than i ever could've thought, I wish it didn't ache and your life wasn't cut so short. I reflect as children, in the past i love to flirt I'll forever have these nights with you, no matter how much they hurt.
Lured in by the grace of a beaming smile that hid much. I saw heartache through her eyes that I found attractive, a profound force of reverence struck something inside of us. Beneath my fury and her pain, like thyme that grew through pebbles. We found love.
Like wintry trees waiting for their leaves to return. I stand strong, watching the tinders burn. Waiting in expectation with every folk-dance In waiting, do we diminish, or do we enhance? Tides wait for the moon once more do I labour on the wrong shore? There's a weight in waiting to wait God please, I'm done with waiting.
As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it's dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry after a thousand years i'm ready, ignite the nest. i'll be rising from these flames.
To hear music is to feel. Changing of emotion echoing the expression of ones soul. Proof of His existence. Life without music, impossible. Above clouds racing through veins, in musical notations love thrives. Pulsating to the symphony of our lives.
You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i'll let you choose.
I fantasise of you wearing exotic clothing from the poesy you're portraying, I probe the prose I know just what you're saying. Cedillas on letters, smooth curves of your words I want to bite the lid of this pen making love to your poetry, with my penetrating words.