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Thursday, 16 February 2012
tweets
i hear crisp tweets as I write.
beside my window there is a little
sound so crisp short and awakening
chirpy tweety
why do birds chirp
and how their chirps
so cheerful like the bright colors
on their wings
taking them to flight
bringing them to heights
soaring around the skies
drawing circles as if they're
telling me, " Look its sunlight !
Let me show you, it's here ! "
as they glide effortlessly in the winds
drawing circles in the skies.
" It's here ! and here ! come, love the light ! weeee ! "
I love this amazing sight.
their gentle cheerful chirps
flying emotions feeling bright, light and crisp.
feels liberating, free yet in total control.
follow the light .. the birds sings
as I hear in their chirps
you are so lovely !
beside my window there is a little
sound so crisp short and awakening
chirpy tweety
why do birds chirp
and how their chirps
so cheerful like the bright colors
on their wings
taking them to flight
bringing them to heights
soaring around the skies
drawing circles as if they're
telling me, " Look its sunlight !
Let me show you, it's here ! "
as they glide effortlessly in the winds
drawing circles in the skies.
" It's here ! and here ! come, love the light ! weeee ! "
I love this amazing sight.
their gentle cheerful chirps
flying emotions feeling bright, light and crisp.
feels liberating, free yet in total control.
follow the light .. the birds sings
as I hear in their chirps
you are so lovely !
Friday, 10 February 2012
hit man
she gets hit, she get shot
was never enough for anyone to
hug or console her
receiving a hug?
a distance further than planet Pluto
so it seem
never enough to anyone
strangers aren't encouragin'
back home with painted wall
of a memory she thought
would be her happiness
never did it came
history seem to relieve her pain
once more
cuddling in silence
in fear and trembling body
waking with swollen eyes
going un-noticed everyday
she's a magician
always looking good
torn and worn
always looking good.
never deserving of a
hug or concern.
shoves of get it over
grow up grazes her skin
never leaves a scar
she's always looking good
boy, she's a magician.
that's all everyone sees.
that's fine if she's looking fine.
pain feels love, pain feels all.
never enough.
there's no one around.
maybe its time..
to pack and leave now.
was never enough for anyone to
hug or console her
receiving a hug?
a distance further than planet Pluto
so it seem
never enough to anyone
strangers aren't encouragin'
back home with painted wall
of a memory she thought
would be her happiness
never did it came
history seem to relieve her pain
once more
cuddling in silence
in fear and trembling body
waking with swollen eyes
going un-noticed everyday
she's a magician
always looking good
torn and worn
always looking good.
never deserving of a
hug or concern.
shoves of get it over
grow up grazes her skin
never leaves a scar
she's always looking good
boy, she's a magician.
that's all everyone sees.
that's fine if she's looking fine.
pain feels love, pain feels all.
never enough.
there's no one around.
maybe its time..
to pack and leave now.
Thursday, 09 February 2012
speaking of love
her sense filled with extreme sensitivity
so strong and sensitive she sensed
the 2 dashes of salt in that dish of cooking
the tannin in her tea
that twitch of vinegar added to that pickle
her senses so open she feels love all around
so sensitive she picks up a bad mood in the house
take them in her hands and wish it off
and tinkerbell and friends came to add sparkle dust
and wish the bad away leaving only feel good vibes
filling the house so full the sunlight had to cramp
in a little in this large house.
yes, speaking of love
her love vibes so strong she can hear whispers
murmured by a distant friend
a little wish from her little young friends
and even a peek preview into what the
future might hold
she hears them all clearly
but the sounds are whispering soft
wispy gentle and quick
so subtle anyone can doubt it to be true.
speaking of love
she sees light every where
especially that sparkle in the corner
of your eye
and she sees through that genuine smile
you wear on your face
it is real
so real speaking of love,
love is real
she feels it when her skin feels
a road of goosebumps running from
her shoulders to her wrist
and quickly subsides
another instant she feels a wave of
relief calming all her tensions and anxieties
with that abrupt interrupting sneeze at her nose.
other times, her heart palpitates and
only to find herself cuddling up to herself
under the sheets.
in darkness she seek solace
in silence she finds peace
in solitude she feels home.
speaking of love....
so strong and sensitive she sensed
the 2 dashes of salt in that dish of cooking
the tannin in her tea
that twitch of vinegar added to that pickle
her senses so open she feels love all around
so sensitive she picks up a bad mood in the house
take them in her hands and wish it off
and tinkerbell and friends came to add sparkle dust
and wish the bad away leaving only feel good vibes
filling the house so full the sunlight had to cramp
in a little in this large house.
yes, speaking of love
her love vibes so strong she can hear whispers
murmured by a distant friend
a little wish from her little young friends
and even a peek preview into what the
future might hold
she hears them all clearly
but the sounds are whispering soft
wispy gentle and quick
so subtle anyone can doubt it to be true.
speaking of love
she sees light every where
especially that sparkle in the corner
of your eye
and she sees through that genuine smile
you wear on your face
it is real
so real speaking of love,
love is real
she feels it when her skin feels
a road of goosebumps running from
her shoulders to her wrist
and quickly subsides
another instant she feels a wave of
relief calming all her tensions and anxieties
with that abrupt interrupting sneeze at her nose.
other times, her heart palpitates and
only to find herself cuddling up to herself
under the sheets.
in darkness she seek solace
in silence she finds peace
in solitude she feels home.
speaking of love....
Friday, 03 February 2012
stripes and pattern
oh so different, intriguing to look at
and keeps her mind busy
where's the repeating pattern
and that seamless connecting line
to piece these mysterious look on to print..
feels deceiving for the pattern]
takes her mind to a place
filled the senses with wonder and amazement
and that strip
ever feels orderly and parallel
never crosses each other but
meet when the color smudges
the edges gets soften
the contrast feels lighter
somehow, the striking personality
seem to fade
so does her admiration for the once striking stripes
slowly forgotten and felt..
patterns and stripes
stays the same
but somehow changes over time
she doesn't find appreciation when
someone used to be so strikingly shiny and polish
became worn and scratched.
and keeps her mind busy
where's the repeating pattern
and that seamless connecting line
to piece these mysterious look on to print..
feels deceiving for the pattern]
takes her mind to a place
filled the senses with wonder and amazement
and that strip
ever feels orderly and parallel
never crosses each other but
meet when the color smudges
the edges gets soften
the contrast feels lighter
somehow, the striking personality
seem to fade
so does her admiration for the once striking stripes
slowly forgotten and felt..
patterns and stripes
stays the same
but somehow changes over time
she doesn't find appreciation when
someone used to be so strikingly shiny and polish
became worn and scratched.
Wednesday, 01 February 2012
pink, black and white
a little hue of love in the world of dullness
a little faded pink diluted by the color white
a little obscured by the color black
where does pink has to stay?
the black chose to stay in the background
and dries itself quickly.
when the pink came to sit on
streaks of pink radiated through the black
what a beautiful sight.
so the white came and dries itself quickly too
streaks of pink shone with the daring white.
allow the love to constantly shine
allow the love to move your feelings through the body
for the color pink sits only in places
to make the most beautiful sight.
a little faded pink diluted by the color white
a little obscured by the color black
where does pink has to stay?
the black chose to stay in the background
and dries itself quickly.
when the pink came to sit on
streaks of pink radiated through the black
what a beautiful sight.
so the white came and dries itself quickly too
streaks of pink shone with the daring white.
allow the love to constantly shine
allow the love to move your feelings through the body
for the color pink sits only in places
to make the most beautiful sight.
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