In your finery and in your dress, by the riverside with the sunlight upon your face, I gaze into your eyes, and I am truly blessed, for you came to me in the winter, and you melted my heart like the sun upon the snows, and you kissed me with a jubilance, a jubilance that…
Read more →Bleak of mind, bleak of heart, wherefore does thou wander, wherefore does thou think of when lonely of heart, wherefore does thou wander when bleak of mind, when bleak of heart, wherefore does thou wander, when the stage is far, far too dark, and what lifts you up, when there is such blackness in your…
Read more →Futura, the city of the damned upon the ravaged Earth, the Earth shattered by the weapons, and the inhumanity and the savagery of man, a place where menial workers go about their miserable way, and killers, with little time for peace, who go looking for their prey. Futura, a place where death calls regularly, a…
Read more →Black outs, drunkenness, and revelry, smiles everywhere, money spent wisely one day, and looking back the next day, money spent regretfully, but what will be will be, because none of us round here can cope with life, and escapism, escapism happens far too often in this town, from drinking and drugs, and escapism in this…
Read more →Black sky, warm heart, dressed in my coat and hat, and looking up into the pitch-black night, gazing up at the stars, as the clouds are scattered by the winds, and the meteors they shoot across the sky in majestic arcs, and as the moon it glows, reflecting the sunshine’s ebullient revelry, I stand beguiled,…
Read more →Black and yellow, glorious fellow, oh, bumble bee, how gloriously you fly free, free in the sky, hovering around me, darting around me, as busy as can be, oh, bumble bee, what a wonder, what a wonder you are to see, oh, bumble bee, in your black and yellow coat, you glorious fellow, what a…
Read more →Bitter? Me? No not I. But I wish you well. And I hope you treat others better, for you treated me like hell, and I wish you good riddance, for your tongue is vicious, and it casts such bitter spells, and though I will not be sorry to see you go, I for one will…
Read more →My friend, you are black and white, as clear as day and clear as night, and you are true, you are true through and through, and always to the point, and you always tell the truth, yes, that is what I like about you, yes, honest, and open minded, and open hearted, and unwilling to…
Read more →Birds on the telegraph pole, where have you flown over the world so old, and how many miles, and through how many sunsets did you go, I wonder, for upon your wings, and through the night did you sing, as the sun rose, and as you flew to warmer climes that you know, I thought…
Read more →Bird across the greyest sky off to somewhere new, off to where the sun shines, and I do not blame you, for attached to the Earth am I, and though I wish I could fly, and seemingly at such ease that you do, because your wings flap in glorious beauty, and your efforts make it…
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