Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.

Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.
Feathers lie in the cold, it tell stories of life before.
Showing posts with label spicy.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spicy.. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


Cyclope peep through the silent golden Trace
Lift upwards its sight to woe cool cottons
Below the lovable screen of eternity
When unwilling plural ‘come singular
Cycling with us ensync by fate or choice?
Both intense a searing loves a kindling ember
Unbearable to desert Gobi skies
Eternal cycling slaves in slavery
When Hugeness is in power so far and
 Soul is to spirit ours Is what it means
  The nimbus is to downpour and bee to blossom.
Therefore, disappearing tells appearing
With thoughts so in deeds Imagery and
 Reality tangible and intangible
 Coarseness And fineness: All thise shits are only shits
 To Love just becomes our slaves to our love
That their sir wakes up in endless cycles
 Bends Its head To the yawning west unbends to
 stretching east for itself (as it finds itself)
More slave to its cycling “for all time Come”
 Than Birds’ hilariously Atop each other
 In the offshoot of tall emerald gem
 THAN You with me to bed in nightly dream
Below the deepest called ecstasy  Seems forever (yes it’s, know it)
 As We enjoin our soul and spirit in search yes we lie down there
Dreaming And muttering dformdsilhouettedsubstanceessence about The terrible slave driver
                                   Happy Birthday to you
                                                                 My LUV

                                                     My Only Candy LOVE!

Friday, May 31, 2013

Look At Me with Your Eyes

Look at me with your adorable eyes.

Let me breathe the sweet breeze in my soul.

Let me cherish the dreams ‘pon your dreamy eyes,

Dosing me with cups of sherry and soaked my soul.

Gaze at me with your black relishing eyes.

Then bit by bit, we’ll savor toothsome dish

Of fruit jellies and nectar garnished pies,

We’ll swim in beebread with mermaid and fish.

 To measure out my eyes with your searching eyes.

Grab the divine yardstick or tape and look

For the breadth and height.  The sum’s in my eyes

Numberless endearments, in breasts or in looks.

Wink at me with your naughty, tempting eyes.

Tempt me, and let me know no phone smileys,

Ever surpassed your luring, amazing eyes

Much more each, in each bit, of spicy smiles.  

Then by your sticky look I think and ponder,

The burning heat in my breasts rising beat!

Whereas, silent and be dumb I was to mutter

Words; too soon, sweat dripping, glazing my feet!