Romance 🎀🎀

WALLS I SINK!💜💜

There’ll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can’t bind your heart
And there’s no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I’m old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby

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“NIRVANA”

“NIRVANA” a poem April 28, 2018 Sat – Tat – Ohm – Ur – Day . . a.k.a.: “Sometimes ‘THE BEST’ Here Is Mediocre In Alpha Centauri!”

AS GOOD AS IT GETS “HERE,” AS GOOD AS IT GETS,

WITH LOVING AND TRAVEL AND ALL OF THESE “BITS,”

REMEMBER, SEPTEMBER! THERE’S MUCH MORE TO DO –

IN AN INFINITE, INFINITE DIMENSIONAL “STEW,”

And one big ol’ set-back, when-you-get-to-THIS-place,

IF you succeed in the sweet human race:

IS TEMPTATION TO JUST-LAY-AROUND-AND-CONSUME,

All of the yummy and flesh in “this room!”

PLEASE JUST REMEMBER, MY GLORIOUS PET, YOU REALLY AIN’T SEEN PURE EXISTENCE QUITE YET!

‘Cause-there’re-great-explorations YOU CAN NOT IMAGINE,

In other dimensions and Worlds-of-Glam-Fashion!

We speak,

LOTS-’BOUT-”FREEDOM,”

But know, IF it’s true: YOU NEVER JUST STAGNATE; INERTIA’S NOT NEW,

And it’s-left-countless-“souls” {L.O.L.}-stuck-in-fine-Timbuktu,

Which isn’t so bad, BUT, IF YOU ONLY KNEW,

That under the “best” and most wondrous event,

Lie so many more that are pure Heaven-sent,

BUT, IF YOU’RE (too) ENGAGED-IN-THE-STUFF-AROUND-HERE,

YOU WILL MISS A BUTTON (marked) – “NIRVANA,” My Dear!!

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“IT NEVER HAPPENED!”💜💜

“IT NEVER HAPPENED!” a poem Saturday, April 28, 2018.

It NEVER happened; it won’t be so,

Unless – DIVINITY – makes IT go!

It’s-just speculation, like all these thoughts,

Of What-Should, Maybe – “Connect-the-Dots?”

So,(it’ll) ONLY HAPPEN (if) IT’S “IN THE CARDS!”

Now, consider THIS, my Facebook “Pards:”

IF YOU DECIDE THAT “X”-WILL OCCUR, YOUR THOUGHT’S “ORDAINED,”

And that’s just per –

FECT, but (pause) “God’s”-so-strong,

YOU CAN THINK IT – ALL DAY LONG,

BUT – IF it’s not-”ordained”-to-happen, Try Your Best; try some “tappin’,”

SPEAK YOU MIND, but You’re-just-”flappin’,”

FLAPPIN’, FLAPPIN’, in “The Breeze,”

Like some child, without the keys!

The door WON’T open, UNLESS IT DOES,

And, if it will, it’s just because – You or GOD or Fate’s decreed,

It’s time to open – It’s what we need!

So, bow down, Trump! Get on your knees!

And Putin! Y’all are buzzing bees!

You silly, pompous, impetuous guys,

I think your “truths” are apple pies,

Which will be eaten by-a-goat-named-“J,”

As

They-cool-in-THE-WINDOW,

On an April’s day.

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INTO YOUR SUGAR WALLS I SINK!💜💜

“BLISSED OUT!” Freya: April 27, 2018

WHEN YOU LOVE ME, I-DISAPPEAR,

Yes, my Lovely – I’m then not here!

When you love me –

I fall inside,

AND I’M FLOATING,

IN YOUR “HIDE!!”

I’ve-lost-myself, inside of you – Floating, swimming – in your goo!

I’m simply floating, And-embracing-ALL,

The Love We Are: I LOVE THIS WALL,

It is,

A tank of isolation,

And-I-AM-on,

Full length vacation! and –

THESE-“LINES”-AREN’T-MINE,

FOR “I” CAN’T THINK –

INTO YOUR SUGAR WALLS I SINK!

I guess I’ve come back to The Womb,

Our Sanctuary!

This-Dazzling-Room!

So-I-can’t see,

I can-not think,

Absorb –

ED!

In,(pause)

THE COLOR PINK!

BLOOD plus SNOW: It’s

Warm and

Cold;

I’M FLOATING NOW – THESE WORDS I’VE TOLD,

ARE SOMEONE ELSE’S BLISSED-OUT NOTES,

and

NOW, CREATION SIMPLY FLOATS! 🙂 – KInda like HOPE! <3

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