She smiled,
perhaps randomly
cause still unknown,
perhaps humility was shown
to a beggar of attention
perhaps a concession,
for old times sake
it wasn’t fake,
it wasn’t shake
smooth, sparkling
water in the lake,
heart decided it was enough
before the day in the rough,
incorruptible wonderful memory
last fabulous dowry
and stopped,
body dropped, like a brick,
people stopped, people laughed
finally dead, little prick!
Aim here, here or here
My heart may not have
many places left
for one last deadly blow
Do it fast, time so slow,
Ready, set, go, ruthless
Why such hesitation
Understand, my situation
Death by your arrow
Better than million years without
Ignore your fears
Take that aim and go for the kill
I may last still, in your heart forever
And that is enough
Mummy, May I
eat this ginormous pie
When I got here,
it fell from the sky
Birds and animals
want this flower feast
We are very hungry
there is nothing else to eat
your body smells daisies
mid summer evening arrives
cool breeze missive muses
heart refuses, to survive
hand in hand stroll
streets of future at night
away at a distance
a tea house, blinking lights
teas arranged in perfect order
two cups to taste a few
each flavour exquisite
feeling happier and anew
a kiss is certainly in order
Link above will take you to my youtube channel. Here is another humble effort in mixing music, creating footage and hope that it all works. Certainly a new genre for me and I hope you enjoy listening and watching it as much I do. I am new to this so apologies for the rough edges 🙂
Where is heaven; in the sky
Hell is fire, and you fry
Love is a desire, a kiss lust
You should do, what you must
Oratory is sombre soft noise
Singing; rhythmic sound and voice
Promises are never ever kept
books are just fabrications apt
Homes, mere adorned caves
Memories, beautiful illusion waves
Mirages and delusions eyes see
Ignore senses, let mind roam free
Day bends
Breaking into a soft
Colourful morn
Heartbeat picks up
the speed
Light moves
Limbs warm
Energy increases
Suddenly there
is life everywhere
End rest
Birds leaving
beloved nests
Looking for
Food and fest
