Shall we dance?
Shall we dance tonight my love to this rhythmic ravishing song?Shall we dance tonight my love under this iridescence illuminating sunrise?Shall we dance tonight my love as i fondle you romantically with a loving eye?Shall we dance tonight my love as i whisper sweet elegiac words into you ear?Shall we dance tonight my love as i stare into your doused bright blue eyes?Shall we dance tonight my love with nothing to lose, but ourselves in this euphoric tranquilizing moment?Shall we dance tonight my love?...Shall we dance are only an assemblage of diminutive words, that never speak my obscene red lips. Shall we dance are only words spoken in my vivid fixational dreams. I one day wish we can dance to the harmonic tunes of candescence that lie before us.For now i shall only ask you this my dear, shall we dance?
What is love? Love is like an open rose, it blooms at the beginning and wilts instantaneously. Love is like a baby's cry, it comes with no warning but sometimes ends with bliss.Love is similar to the rain, it promptly falls and leaves the ground immensely cold and wet.Love is similar to a rainbow, it shines prismatically but eventually loses it's glow.Love is like an open book, when you first start reading it you feel it's intoxicating adventure but towards the end it becomes dull and lifeless.Love is like a baby's laugh, it's soothingly felictious but eventually looses it's luster.Love is similar to a loyal dog, it coherently stays by your side through the bad times but disappears with the intrusive ticking of time.Love is similar to an igloo, it's structure and blue print are penetratingly planned out but with an unremorseful gluttonous force it becomes destroyed. Love, love, love.... What is love? Love is bliss, love is gluttonous, love is intoxicating.Love is a destructive boisterous torando, it swoops away merely everything you once knew and fondly adorded and leaves you with inessential specks of dust, that were once a part of your compassionate significant anatomy.
the bluebird sits upon his pearch and looks into the trees, he sees a man a striding by
who suddenly drops desperately to his knees, the man a far seems so grotess his face so
aloof and gloom the bluebird can't phatom why he's possesded with so much abhorrence
and gloom,
the man a far lifts his hands and hums a plethora of monotonous hymms, he prays to god to enlighten his
life and wash away his sins. the bluebird watches with such bewilderment and starts to close is
eyes he invisions a time farback in time in which he so despised, his wife a blackbird a different breed tried
to tame him so, he was angry and in a quarrel with a long lost foe, the bluebird with such bitterness
and disregarded words said some racial comments to his wive martha the bluebird. martha now
taken aback by the racial slurs swooped away with there nest and was never to return. the
bluebird snaps out of his non nostalgic daze and takes peek down yonder where the man
now is crying and lying on the ground in which he cannot fonder, the bluebird knows something must be done to fix whatonce was broken, he thought about is long lost love and the agonizing words he once had
spoken, the bluebird took a leap of faith and down he rapidly flew to comfort this man
and bring him hope besides the agony he knew, the bluebird landed on his shoulder and kissed
him on the cheek and from then on the bluebird changed the man's life and stayed with him and transformed him from the meek,
now the old man lived a ways away from the meeting place back when, in a small
little village in a stone build house that was labelded number 10, the bluebird was always
welcomed inside but prefered to sleep in a tree, that stood outside in front of the house
which for him was a blessing that was meant to be, one morning the man was in his yard
raking the leaves as the bluebird was flying gleefully with the bees, the man stopped
when his job was done and looked up in the sky, to his amazement he saw a little
blackbird flying way up high, the blackbird seemed to be searchingly gazing to find what
she left behind alittle familiar bluebird that she discovered was o so kind, the old man
waited until she stoped and picked her up then brought to the bluebird's tree where martha the
blackbird was forever united with her love as thee....
about: poem about
racial opression, was meant to be written as a poem to explain to little children about racism and the cruelness of it, i came up with the idea from edgar allan poe's the raven then thought how clever would it be to write my own poem and put my own spin on it haha:) hope you like it
o little children of asia i hear your cries, your voices so gloom they kill the weeping willows in the eve
you cries so loud the evilest of spirits are flabbergasted in there wake
your eyes are pools of forgotten sorrows that wash away with the malodorous storms of the east
each tear that falls rapidly drops with no restraint and drops down to the ground of unforgotten dreams
O the drop drop drop, the agitating sound of your tears
little grebe that camouflages in the sea, why o why i ask are your harrow cries left unheard
we as people take the tender hearted forgranted, we devour the unimportant and cast
aside the most-valuable aspects of the world. little children i've observed you
with an intrigued eye, and i've listeneded to you with an intrigued hear but now it's time for me
to scurry away, you will forever lye in my profuse bleeding heart that bleeds the tears of
sympathy for you, little children you will be saved but now i must go where i am needed in
heaven, i leave you with my tiger lily of the valley.....
about: poem taken from a forgeiner that comes to china and tries to save the abuse children, she describes her agony and heartbreak for these children, she tries to save them but is defeated by the asian officals that won't allow her near the children, she tries to fight but is shot and defeated:(
immix with the infamous cries of the
at last fair lassie we meet again, on such close fervent encounters.
i stumble in the distance while your statuesque, your gaze meets mine
and my mind is filled with utter delight and glee. I see in your eyes
a deep reflection of my inner self, a self that is miraculous but has been torn from
passionite hopes and dreams that have been turned a stray. I see in your smile a gleaming
glimpse of hope, the whites a white bring a nostalgic view of the sun on white bells in the valley
beneath my childhood home. Your beauty astounds me. I take your hand and feel it's
suppleness, but only to be taken aback by your disintrest in my humble heart that has grown
not to love but to lust. Is this to be? My dreams of perfect romantic harmony have been
blighted. I have loved to long a loves to look passed beauty, i have lost a love because of
this frivolous lust i hold. i have no other choice but to wait for you now as i gaze out into
the lucent blue sea that lies before me. I see the fish plunge in and out and think of me, these
creatures resemble a spark inside me, the same spark that keeps them a bound, they strive
to survive, i ask you this my lassie, how do i survive without you? I take a leap off my rock
and stumble onward to my love, my love the only force that divides me and the heavens. I
walk with diabliting thoughts, scared of what might come forth, i knock on the door and
wait for time to tell. She answers with one hand as she's lying on the floor, she's almost
gone she took her life she too couldn't handle love anymore.
I move away to the valley and start again........
About:taken from an irish man's point of view a long lost lover as turneded astray, his heart bleeds and finds himself dumbfounded by the events of love that he is taken aback by. I have never been to ireland but i love culture and i love writing from other lad's lol point of view's. comment if you like this:)
