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Saturday, July 23, 2011
ART AT ME.
I am a silken page
Yearning to be painted red
With harmonies
Of a thousand colour threads
An escape
From love's tormenting shreds
My arms stretch
In the making
Of a commitment pledge
Whilst peace I fetch
So my soul can belge
Art at me a feeling
Deepened drawings
Into the natural landscapes
Of my endearing world
Full of love's fallen tapes
Art at me a heart shape
And stick it hard
Inside my heart's safe
So I can beat again
With life's full phase
Oh,art at me...
Yearning to be painted red
With harmonies
Of a thousand colour threads
An escape
From love's tormenting shreds
My arms stretch
In the making
Of a commitment pledge
Whilst peace I fetch
So my soul can belge
Art at me a feeling
Deepened drawings
Into the natural landscapes
Of my endearing world
Full of love's fallen tapes
Art at me a heart shape
And stick it hard
Inside my heart's safe
So I can beat again
With life's full phase
Oh,art at me...
Monday, July 11, 2011
BACK TO THE BEGINNING
Hear the silent echos
Flows of river egos
Pain that scorches
...A hungry anger that torches
Expressions that breed death
Tongues with foul breath
Blessed hands steal tithe
I bright
In solemn plight
Back to the beginning
A heaven of a haven
Would shores ever shiver
Oh there
Preachers would never differ
Love
The only water deciphered
Back to the beginning
On top of the world Eden
Now a rotten heathen
And then
Time would be a token deepened
Whoever ages
Would never ravage
Back to the beginning
The beginning of love
A feeling I starve
I would die to have
Where beauty
Is an inside spa
That sparkles
Like smooth fur
A soothing star
I yearn for the beginning...
Flows of river egos
Pain that scorches
...A hungry anger that torches
Expressions that breed death
Tongues with foul breath
Blessed hands steal tithe
I bright
In solemn plight
Back to the beginning
A heaven of a haven
Would shores ever shiver
Oh there
Preachers would never differ
Love
The only water deciphered
Back to the beginning
On top of the world Eden
Now a rotten heathen
And then
Time would be a token deepened
Whoever ages
Would never ravage
Back to the beginning
The beginning of love
A feeling I starve
I would die to have
Where beauty
Is an inside spa
That sparkles
Like smooth fur
A soothing star
I yearn for the beginning...
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