How to make Love in Dangerous Times.


All times are dangerous,
Yet still we yearn to dance.
It’s little wonder why 
The peacock spider’s erotic dance
Sees it toe the line
Where the rapture of paradise 
And annihilation
Are mere millimetres apart,

Why the soldiers’ march to battle
Has a timely melody of its own,

Why music is powerful enough 
To rouse the comatose,

Why songs are sung
At funerals.

How do we make love
In dangerous times?

Why we dance, my friend,
We touch fingers
And dance unrestrained 
Through the dangerous sounds
And with our steps
We stomp despair
Deep into the ground,

Even if it’s all
But for a moment’s bliss.

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NIGHTINGALE OF SADNESS.



Karma,
providence,
fate,
You make me take away.
Am I wrong with every step,
excuse,
breath?
Tonight, in silence,
Inside, I was crying.

It’s going to take away,
love,
longing,
dreams,
greens,
and it breaks my heart,
as crystal,
the attack of sound.

I’m falling apart,
indescribable himself,
sorry that I can not save,
our hearts,
our love,
our dreams.

Everything is going against us,
star,
words,
thoughts
parts,
fragile our base of kisses,
withstood,
could not,
we smother it with a scream,
wrapped cry,
shatter rage.

And how to explain,
I love you and I dream about you,
looking restless,
your warm touch of love.

BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

 An epitome of what we consider to be elegance. Which is not just limited to physique but inner soul; the intricacy of ones personality. It is a blessing to humanity. Just the thought of you gracing us with your presence is seldom, but worth the wait.

The way in which you try to be the best of who you are , even when circumstances rarely permits. Your persona adds the cream to what’s already intricate. Nothing in this world should have the muscles to shake your motivation.

Beautiful woman is what you are. Exotic and you aren’t far, cos intelligence is what you know, it is your rock bottom and it is refuge. Beautiful woman is what I see. You’ve got ambition, packed beyond infinity. Beautiful woman success is your birth right, your aim, it’s destine to be.

Through it all you’ve maintained your integrity. But to you “honesty ” is a carnivore. It eats at the flesh, it goes to the core. The bones are protruding, and the pain seems unending. Your strength exceeds what other expect, so you stand tall and earn your respect.

Your lovely curly hair cascading upon you shoulders. And your wee face playing hide and with the beholder. You’ve got them looking on as if they’ve been drinking all night and they aren’t sober. But your kindness is all they seek to devour.

Beautiful woman is what you are. Exotic and you aren’t far, cos intelligence is what you know, it is your rock bottom and it is refuge. Beautiful woman is what I see. You’ve got ambition, packed beyond infinity. Beautiful woman success is your birth right, your aim, it’s destine to be.