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LITTLE MISS DANCE

She walks across the empty floor
as though the world has ended
Another night has made its rounds,
and she still goes on...

Her dress, she will save for another night,
then wear it as though it were new...

Oh, she tried to show herself off in her own very common manner
By walking back and forth continually
as though she carried a melody...

She never danced, but only watched
as she sat in her own little corner.
Lost in a world of unconcern, a world where she is a loner...

The lights are out, the music hushed, and now her world begins,
a world of dreams and everywhere the sound of violins.

She dances across the stardust floor
in the arms of a lover she has found,
her hair making golden circles of light
as he takes her round and round.

The music comes from across the clouds, floating softly in her ear.
Just for a moment, soaring up high, her heart has no fear.
Then tears come softly across her cheeks.
In her dreams she is such a romancer,
...yet on this cold and empty floor, she is just a lonely little miss dancer.
 
FOR A ROSE

So tripping thought pure beauty read
in study of that which past poets said
give definition ? …fear to tread !
as giving some confuse I said.

And in conclusions I heard poor start
for the body read had stolen heart
and rang the words of those great man
challenges, illusive most taken...

As with the best comes much eternal
and owned in manner most paternal
to take and stir from normal view
so ferment fascination for you.

And should said text be for a rose
you'll find within deeper repose
deeper still the words equation
in the merry melds an elation.
 
THE FOREIGNER


Oh, it's so Crazy...
...Shiiit !
Im too deep in it
One minute
Calm
Then i blow like napalm

Another day another fight
My pain your pleasure
That's why I'm so Crazy

Pistol to your forehead

Little hesitation to pull the trigger
You'll say I'm a born killer

Point blank another life to take
Sucker shouldn't have played fake

Soft is something I aint

Shiiit that goes down
In a concrete playground

Cant hold back
Or get jacked
Quick to draw a gat

Looking after myself
Stepping with a gat under my belt

You come looking for me
A dont give a f(u)ck after drinking a twenty

Point Blank-----

Another trying to step to this
Never f(u)c*k with a man who has a death wish
I keep clinched fists
Let me play the killer role again
Death closer to realise
A Beretta-silver between your eyes
Now kiss your a(s)(S) good-by...

Oh crazy, shiiit...
Im too deep in it
One minute calm... then I blow like napalm
Another day another fight
My pain your pleasure
That's why I'm so Crazy...

No more my pain is going to be yours too
Insane laughter when i see my bullets go through you
Can you hear the buck shots

I never slip I'll never get caught
I'm coming for you too
Not a thing you can do.
 
Desirable


Her name was...
the most intimate thoughts of my imagination
it all becomes revealed
as she undresses in the moonlight.

Desirable one...
on her pillow single long stem red rose
her shadowlike room
decorated with seductive scented candlelight.

I love you...
loving words, lingering from her sweet lips
I love being inside of you
her naked body... to caress, to explore.

Oh, desirable...
tasting sweetness, as I kiss her body
so sensually
for her, to want me much more.

She's beautiful...
her lovely eyes, hold the warmth of the sun
I feel wonderful
with a glorious taste of passion within.

I'm your slave...
marveling at her every curve so seductively
oh, you're incredible
echoes of her soft moan, lingers into my ear.

I wish every day...
irresistible pleasures keep filling the air
romance leads
to a journey, expresses the true depth.

Desirable...
lightly stroking her fingers against my skin
oooOOOooh, baby it all feels so good
her intimate shiver, i can feel her...
…the desirable one.
 
For a Woman

I too once had the same obsession
of writing out a words at night
but her stillness made me shiver
I would have preferred to listen to her high laughter
as she sat, under yellow shining lamps
or carelessly, disrobed of her whispers
in her armchair, slowly combing
her long, milk-smelling hair.

My ears full of love, her voice
a warm raptor with slow digestion
and never satisfied-the song never ending
like her life, a melody consumed just for my own sake.

And she used to say to me... as I touched her body with my words:

" Please...take me away...I'll show you my way...
take me away from here...to a place I want to be...
…oh, take me away with your words, smiles, kisses... and that sweet poetry.
…and listen to me , just feel me.

For these rich lips...speak words of kindness
For my lovely eyes...seek out the good in people
For beautiful hair of mine...let a child run his or her little fingers through it once a day
For my slim figure...share your food with the hungry
…and never forget this final words... i say. "



The beauty of the woman must be seen from her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart...
…the place that love resides.
 
The LETTER



The door that somebody has opened,
The door that somebody has closed again,
The chair where somebody has seated,
The cat that somebody has caressed,
The fruit that somebody has bitten,

The letter that somebody has read,
The door that somebody has opened...



The chair that somebody has seated on,
The letter that somebody has read.

The chair that somebody has turned upside down.
The door that somebody has opened...


The pathway where somebody is still running...
The forest that somebody passed through,
The river that somebody dives in,
The forest that somebody walked through,
The river that somebody dives in.

The forest that somebody is passing through,
The river that somebody dives in...

The hospital where ... somebody has died.


PS. " I still press your letters to my lips and cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss "
 
PAIN

It's the pain of being
pushed aside,
it's the pain of being
constantly blamed,
it's the pain of being
vibrantly alive
it's the pain of knowing
soon I'll die.

it's the pain of thinking
I've found love,
it's the pain of knowing
I've been betrayed,
it's the pain of seeing
you again,
it's the pain of never
being without this pain.

it's the pain of constantly
saying good-bye,
it's the pain of knowing
I'll never know why,
it's the pain of realizing
it's another day,
it was the pain of watching
you walk away.
 
Will you remember...
if I tell you about words long forgotten
purposely forgotten inside my memories.

Will you see...
if you close your eyes and go back in time
places... dark places you hide.

Will you remember...
those angel lips
where you discovered the sweetest taste of passion.

Will you go there...
your sweetest escape from time, space, and magic
my words flowing from the heart.

Will you visit...
if I tell you that the coldness closing on me
wishing to be next to the fire.

Would you be surprised...
hearing my voice that laughs out loud
but cries inside just as well.

Yes, you will remember and you will forget
cause hearts too exist wrapped up in the memories
somehow we forgot to feel
So I wonder, now that you are next to someone else... will you remember.
 
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