• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Behold, all these things have purpose,
    that give credence to the senses.
    Given to awaken a “cause and effect”
    to be activated by our chances.

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    Behold, all these things have purpose,
    that give credence to the senses.
    Given to awaken a “cause and effect”
    to be activated by our chances.

    Temporarily, service formulates order
    for a few blinking short days.
    Creation gracefully puts these things
    to rot away, rust, and decay.

    The sun keeps pace to make the most
    of a light shining on a feeble fit.
    Even a narrow evaluation can surmise,
    we swell in a momentary halfwit.

    Believe it or not; this is truth–anyway;
    take a view, ’cause here we are.
    Our senses make a little sense, at least,
    of this world–the way we were.

    All things, which have been assigned,
    fill space with a measure of time.
    They open blind eyes to see the truth,
    and witness–things are sublime!

    Tho’ decay is spread over all creation,
    existence?–is an evidence to see.
    Purpose measures on five feeble senses,
    that time-place…has a right to be.

    Beneath a fickle state of rot and decay,
    there are senses for spirits to be.
    All things tangible…witness to the soul,
    that life presents a Creator to see.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Believe it, my sweet, cause…here I am;
    I came just for you; thank you, ma’am!
    Attraction is my good reason to be here;
    Maybe we talk and laugh and dry tears.

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    Believe it, my sweet, cause…here I am;
    I came just for you; thank you, ma’am!
    Attraction is my good reason to be here;
    Maybe we talk and laugh and dry tears.

    Time swiftly enters the timeless sphere,
    When company is contented to be here.
    Attraction is the hyper-state of desires,
    Which soon mellow–with a mutual pair.

    Eyes are evidence–of a sure sign given,
    That a vibrant mood bounces with living.
    Talking…also helps to attract a reason,
    That brings an invitation within season.

    You behold me right here–before you;
    Tell me, what is your intentions to do?
    Will you just stand there observing me,
    Allowing our desire to drift out-to-sea?

    Your veins carry blood…to get me high,
    Cause loving vibrations are in your eyes.
    Come closer to me, and warm my hand;
    There’s no reason to stop–being a man.

    What I’m missing is unbelieveably real,
    Which offers a charming heart appeal.
    To tell the truth, it can be mortal bliss,
    Because company truth…is a real kiss.

    So, hey!…will kisses stimulate sensibility,
    Where affection enhances responsibility?
    Memories fade…and replaced with time;
    One kiss transforms into something blind.
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