Kill me gently Kill me gently the light has fallen Do not forget me when life was swollen I am weary and God has spoken Love grows completely when arms are open I see the story of life in my own emotion To sit here calmly and see pure devotion Your eyes are sparkly like the cosmic ocean Please do not cry my baby as I will wait for you till your moment Kiss me gently for the gift of my mortal life must now be broken
I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul