Monday, 23 November 2009

SONG 2

I've found a way to tell a story,
To say what's felt and not be boring,
In joy I am dripped,
Ask how I feel,
The beat my heart skipped,
Leaves me to reveal,
Starry thoughts and smiles,
Won't you stay for a while,
Starry thoughts and smiles,
Won't you stay and wile away,
The hours...
Ours to shout from up high,
Wrapped in a tingle that gilds us,
Dance like a butterfly,
It is pleasure that builds us,
A reverie cascades and whirls,
And leaves me to reveal,
Starry thoughts and smiles,
Won't you stay for a while,
Starry thoughts and smiles,
Won't you stay and wile away,
The hours...

SONG 1

On the puffs of a breeze,
A sweet scent is found,
With a hug and a squeeze,
My whole body is bound,
Smiles they are raised,
Warm showers of light,
With love I am dazed,
Soul full of delight,
I'm still tripping through flowers to find you,
Running over hills and peaks,
Thoughts to allow us our freedom,
The thrills and spills we seeks,
I'm still tripping through flowers to find you,
Around the corner you'll be,
Reaching the place where we're going,
There is the time to be free...

IT’S A RAP!

Opening a door to a world of mixed memory,
Smoothing off the edges with some sort of mental emery,
Prompting a thought and a little bit of action,
Missing the target by the slightest of fractions,
Not perturbed or full of dread,
Like Thor and his hammer I hit the nail on its head,
Running hard, straight into my arms,
I could not help but fall for your charms because,
You're the one who got me out of my fug,
You're the one who put the spark in my plug,
Yes you're the one who got me out of my fug,
You make my heart go boom chug-a-lug.

Thursday, 19 November 2009

SICK!

Pigs will fly,
Pigs fly,
Pigs flew,
Pigs flu.
SWINE!

Monday, 16 November 2009

Gusting with gusto

With ease, the breeze picks up pace,
Howling winds wind up hitting this place,
A gale rails against us with force,
This, after all, is storm season of course,
And with a power, it blows us off course,
Drenching all with the fall of drops,
Dripping hard on to the ground,
All of us slipping down on soggy leaves,
Which leaves us bruised with bumps,
And lumps as we muddle through the puddles,
Streets turn to streams,
Rivers and lakes,
Someone screams, quivers and aches,
And slowly, after the deluge,
We make our way,
To our home,
Our sanctuary,
Our refuge.