•|•BENEATH A SUNNY SKY•|•
I CLose mY EYes & DrIfT InTo An ExIsTence Known OnLY To Me.
LIngerIng Onward DreamILY
In An EvenIng Of JuLY.
WIshes In HearT ThaT NesTLe Near,
Eager EYes and WILLIng Ears,
BeneaTh SwaYIng WILLow I CuddLe PaIn In The ComforT Of mY PILLow,
Drawn To The CIrcLe aT 400 Degrees, SLIdIng Deeper InTo The ShaLLows EverYdaY, FaLLIng InTo mY HoLLow.
Long PaLed SunnY SkY:
Echoes Fade & MemorIes DIe:
AuTumn FrosTs Have SLaIn JuLY.
A RIch HearT Under a Poor CoaT
In a WonderLand I LIe,
DreamIng As The DaYs Go BY,
DreamIng As The Summers DIe:
Ever DrIftIng Down The STream
LIngerIng In The GoLden GLeam, I WILL ALwaYs Remember You As a BeauTIfuL Dream.
LeT Me Roam & FInd mY Corpse
I WILL ALwaYs SnIff mY WaY Back Home
DrIfTIng DrIfTIng LIke a ShIp LosT aT Sea.
So Far So Near BuT STILL NoThIng To See.
LosT & FuLL Of EmoTIons,
Sadden BY The SILence...
LeT Me Roam, I'll SnIff mY WaY Back Home.
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TOMORROW MAY NEVER SMILE.
Who are you?
Were the words that poped out of his mysterious voice,
Solacing in a narrow broadway,
Racing to doom,
In a suden rush came the red traffic that spelt STOP.
In the Spirit of the female goddess be free!
In the spirit of this wench be loosed!
Panting,panting,
Gasping for air,
Climaxing to never return,
Wishful thoughts wandering to and fro,
Dreading its end,
For tomorrow may never smile.
The step ahead stares in dismay,
Causing a mayhemic scene of tomorrow,
The little ones whisper,
In a sailient mournful cry they hope for my return,
Husbands dead and gone,
And her only faith lies in oblivion.
Tomorrow is a puzzle, and for that,
Tomorrow may never smile.
Insouled in alonness,
Wrapped in suspended isolation,
Met and chatted with a recluse on my way to no where,
Mated and now have today as my only offspiring.
But its reality makes me fear,
Tomorrow may never smile.
Creating a match with a narrowed instinct and romancing my poetic muse to come to fruition of tomorrows failed erection.
Awww call it confusion if u may,
But my reason transcends Jordan,Egypt and even your head.
I may call it effigies in the house of poetry,
Still,
I fear tomorrow may never jump,
May never rise or try,
In probability of its fate, I know,
Tomorrow may never smile.