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A song of love

If ladies be but young and fair,
If men show mirth and trust their dears;
And love is true to guide them right;
What can make love, not Waugh awhile?

Love is good but lovers spoil,
It’s meant for joy and not dispute;
For both mast love and none regret,
That is love the right way now.

They are that think that love is blind,
If lovers see, then love is true;
Whereon does the jest depend?
It’s just because they’re fools in love;
Their love is false, and guides them wrong;

Oh! Love the peace of earth,
What is there on land or sea?
To make a love without dispute,
For oh! We want a love in gay,
Without offence, and no distress;

A precious toy

Oh! What a day, a perfect day
Something is found, as the game is plaid,
Something precious and something good,
A precious toy with heart and soul

Here‘s a day with quite a spirit
A cetin man must buy some (purity)
While a cetin woman is quite exhausted
She tries to speak but make no sense
Oh! What the hell its wealth a while,
They are all relived it went so well.

Oh!!! What is that, a new world warrior
With a crocodile’s heart and the spirit of
A cat, and that’s because he’s a mix of both
A dangerous mixture you’ll ever face, in
His body run’s the blood of cannibals.

I talk about a wild beast, with shining eyes
Like twinkling stars, nails as sharp as Uncle Leo pat
Teeth as strong as ant Lacosta,
He’s a big cat in the sense of the word, but I can
Argue that he’s a croc as well,

I am blessed

I am blessed, I am loved
His grace and mercy upon my life
Is greater than the universe’s dimension
And all of Earth’s demission and demotion
Won’t keep me from my life devotion

I am blessed yes it’s true
His protection and fortification
Is stronger than the world’s defenses
In all the enemy’s attempts for my distraction
And the corruption disrupting my trail
Can’t obstruct me from my deliverance

I am blessed and adored*
His affection and devotion to me
Extends beyond pacific leans
All deceptions and confusions in my track
Won’t extract me from his Compassion

I am blessed and so are you
His love I am so eager to share
I was extruded to excellence
By my tutor a giant convection
To convey his vast press

Lord, I have been blessed,
Not only was I blessed,
But I have been divinely favored

Devil in my bed

He rubs your back to soothe your long day,
he sends you hearts on yours to play
He fills the holes in your dads’ shoes,
Perfection you seek in his eyes deep and gloom
What smells this rotten?

You wake in the morning combusted by lust,
is this love, is he someone I can trust?
The emotions run high but clouded by confusion,
is this need I feel or his intrusion?
Just what is causing this discomfort?

You smile so spontaneous in minutes it turns,
to bursts of screams and flaming burns
What are the odds that this is not meant to be?
Such a silly though but inside grows the seed
How can warm feel so cold?

His arms around you in broken glass and frames
Why is he spinning me around in these games?
Up and down and up and down and……..fall
Why didn’t he catch me he just stood there tall?
Something hurts inside my chest.

The mood is sombre moist and cold
Why do his arms suddenly feel so cold?
I want to run but where do I go,
he has taken my only shelter I know
His skin is turning grey why?

His fists so hard every stroke intended to be fatal
who is crying harder me or my soul in the cradle?
How did it turn so wrong it’s not meant to be?
Why is my Romeo this beast I see?
O why can’t I run?

As clear as the night in his eyes!
I had the devil in my bed all this time.

Re-cycle me

I feel trapped , trapped in a life that is defined by Pi (3.14…).
I am living a life of evolving circumference. The days before
I was born my life was already set course to do as the circle
asks me to. I cannot disobey the circle, because without it
im no more. I live in fear, I live in doubt, I live in worry. How
large is this circle that we keep on filling is going to be?
We are all merging into one big circle. I don’t like this
circle and its haunting me day and night. I do not want to be in this
circle, I want to be free. Not even my thoughts are free, they are trapped
in this circle of thoughts. I don’t not know what am I.

I am lost in this circle. Re-cycle me.
Re-cycle my thoughts. Let me be my circle.
Let me be dependent of only me. Let me be me and think me.
Re-cycle me. I’m only an individual.

At the End

WHEN THE SOUNDS NO LONGER REACH MY EARS,
WHEN MY SKIN CAN LONGER RESPOND TO THE UV RAYS,
WHEN MY LUNGS CEASE TO EXPAND.

WHEN MY HAIR BECOMES DREADFULLY DRY,
WITH MY HEART BEATING AT A SLOWER RATE,
AND THATS WHEN MY PUPIL NO LONGER RESPONDS TO LIGHT.

WILL I HEAR A LOUD VOICE LAUGHING FROM FAR,
ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT I WAS IN CONTROL,
THE WORLD SIMINGLY REVOLVED AROUND MY CLOCK,
UNTILL THIS VERY MOMENT.

IM ASKED JUST HOW LONG DID I THINK IT WOULD LAST?
IM ASKED WHY I TOOK FOR GRANTED ALL THE IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE,
WHY I UNGRATEFULLY LIVED FROM ONE MOMENT TO ANOTHER?

I GUESS I FORGOT THAT IT WAS ALL MERCY,
TOOK IT FOR GRANTED,
I THOUGHT I DESERVED IT ALL,
FORGOT THAT IT WAS FAVOUR.

MASTER I REPENT,
PLEASE LET ME SEE THE MOON JUST ONCE MORE,
ALLOW ME TO TOUCH MY SKIN AND BE THANKFULL,
LET ME APPRECIATE THE RARE TASTE OF YOUR WATERS,
AND RESPECT THE GROUNDS THAT NOURISHED MY FLESH.

“THE DOORS OF LIFE HAVE CEASED TO EXIST”
“YOU HAVE MET YOUR END”.

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