If only I had been wiseThese are the days of all days (our secret obsessions) I am coming out to play (Im hiding, getting out of this recession)If only I had been wise
I am the fool of all fools (I couldn't stop looking the other way) you might think me a little cruel, (It's sad, because I have nothing to say)
So here's were you lie, and here's where I sit (I can't stop staring, can't stop swearing) this is getting too much, I'de prefer a nice drip (a pain killer, or something just to make it easier to show that it's really me caring.)
Say, did you know you were the better part of me?
My God- This Lovely LadyI have a story, my God- this lovely lady, a baby girl of (infinite) wonder. She has milk for skin and honey for hair. (to tell a secret,) the life of Autumn lies in her eyes, (just as subtle as the falling of leafs)My God- This Lovely Lady
Relax, and listen- I won't stop myself from telling the world, (from shouting at the top of my lungs, "love! love! oh, love!") You see, this bedazzlement of (utter) perfection stirs the heart of this sighing lover.
Repeated mistakes (time and time again) has caused the crushing of our love, (our bridge of trust) Our constant, (desperate) need for
No Morning Is Good Without Youa sleeping form of early perfection- she lies, with my flowers by her honey head.No Morning Is Good Without You
dreaming of gardens, and wind. pressures- imaginary; she is the focus (of my life)
A shuffling of feet, going a little down the street, does something for the soul. All things shifting aside, I mean it calms you down.
glass on glass on glass (and a wee bit of smoke) takes the pain away, throbbing through my skull. (The primary place.)
every ten seconds produces a quick look to my right, "my sleeping beloved" oh, how
The Solo RecitalAnd in the singing nave of a church, I find my heart bursting in autumn splendor,The Solo Recital
autumn eyes, the high voice of love.
And to repeat, I swear: my eyes have yet to find a face, a body, a voice, a laugh- more beautiful, more perfect, then the woman I write for.
And if she were to sing her songs to me, I would delight for hours, my time in listening.
Until deep,
satisfaction is met within her, surrounding her, placing securely- her.
I listen, contentment settling, writing my verses for her mouth to move to, in the s
Aspiring-
Cheerful
Mew!
I got one of these.
So now I can stalk you.
Muhahaa.
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"they tell me that You hold the world together, not from guilt, but pleasure. And You somehow know my name, and Your love will never change."
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"L'unica libertà è l'intelligenza" -Lucio Fontana-
my gallery
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Flickr.
Myspace.
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Tattoo artist from Brazil!!
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"The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible."
"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."
Dear golly I love that man.
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