Whaddya right write in the dark of night night mystty morning words take flight like birds they might chirp delighted to be reunited with my word type typwriter observer of silence.
Serenity plentiful gently breathe sentences please be a gentleman sentimental is my lifetime of entity; a splash of word alphabet soup for your breakfast then.
I opologize for the abstract but I’m obliged to wrap this like a Christmas gifted basket.
Where are we going my love?
I dare not sit idle
Whilst our bodies weaken
And the earth is desecrated
Wake up from your slumber
I have not seen you for some time
While I carry a torch of love
Awaiting your return
Baby your a pinnacle
So perfect; I could worship n I wonder n hope its not cynical
Unbelievable beauty and grace is such a miracle
When you said yes; my stress went out the window
We have a date with destiny; a destiny date
I wait n wait so anxiously;
Just simply to see your face
But I know time flies and in a blink of an eye
I’ll have you in my arms and eventually have to say goodbye
I’ll let you go fly cause I can have you back
I said baby can I love you?
“Only if I can love you back.”
Dive into my deepest depths
Find yourself as lost as I
Caressing my soul
The devine and demonic
My eyes have seen too much
I cannot close them
My third eye will never close
Take a look inside the realm
We are all awaiting
The world of mine is also yours
Suspended in time
Perhaps an eternity
I could map the schematics of my psychotic mind
They are highways to “The High Way”.
Alleyways to the gutter.
Left and right is up and down
And I’m never coming down unfortunately
I look down and the only down is death
Climbing the barbed wire fence to the other side
Pain and suffering is life; we all do know
Simply row that boat
So gently down the stream
I am the lost one; always have been
Cause life is but a dream.
Here I am
Black; in the deep dark depths of emptiness
There is also luminous white light;
And I am there too…
Phosphorescencent in the dark ocean depths
I am A yin and a yang that spins in perfect balance;
Split personalities; Conflict her realities
But her linguistics; Split anatomies;
Vertigo catastrophy; with haphazard analogies
Blindfolded and walking through my tragedy
Off the dock ; I’m off the clock casually
Awaiting my death; my last breathe is naturally
My first moment of clarity; I’m not afraid to die
Simple n plain when it’s that day it’s time
I hope my life shine through the darkness
That blinds you; finds you, after all:
I had the time to….
Rhyme To you.