02-09-2005, 03:16 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: NYC
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My collected Poetry for your pleasure ...
Welcome to my beginning journey, I hope the sail is a convivial one. Please feel free to crave a dream within a dream with me. Hold with you the closeness of my words and lay with me under the stars. Come join me as I frolic upon the turquoise waves and dance under the moonlight mile. Convoy the trails of my travail and come with me as I follow ... Welcome to my creation, my images, my deliberations, and most of all, my most prized cosmos ,my beatitude, my eventide bliss ... The poems that I am about to add on this thread are from my second book called 'Eventide Bliss' which will soon be out. |
02-09-2005, 03:18 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: NYC
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Silver Lining
Let us hide behind the silver lining in the sky And dodge each raindrop while we wait For the golden sun. I want to tip-toe around the moon and whisper As we glide around its disc. Let us gasp for breath and hold hands, Only to wake up after a misty dream Between fallen leaves and dried petals. I long to capture the waves of the ocean and Sail on the gleaming blue with you. Let us find a sunset, Honey brown, blissfully covering our feet As we walk a mile on the cool evening sand; Finding comfort in each other's hands And strength in the promises made. Let us find a way to always have faith in the Love and dreams shared. May I always find beauty upon your smiles And passion from within, Even when a miracle is too far away. |
02-09-2005, 03:19 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: NYC
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Red Vintage
As the sun reaches down To kiss the salt water off my skin, I can hear your voice singing along With the whispers of the sea. The clouds are beginning to move, I can see a lining in the sky Which reminds me that tomorrow Will be a better day, When I will reach together with The red vintage of the sun for your Summer kisses to talk me along Life's dullest moments. Hugs from the cool breeze reminds Me of the misty evening When your smiles told a tale, Sending me in a drift onto the crystal ocean. Splashes on the rocks nearby Created a lullaby as each imprint in the Ground sparks from the glowing rays That is beginning to arch Itself towards the edge of the sea. Your mystical eyes from across the dried Sand gives me great promises That we will meet again On another misty evening, Laying on the sparkling shore with Diamond-fragmented sand beneath our skin. |
02-12-2005, 08:31 PM | #4 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Good stuff. Keep writing. I look forward to reading more.
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