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Restitution Of The SeaAs the white sustained sandsOn a tidy moon glow,Never shall the winds of changeBlow them apart from one another,More so, although the seaMay adventure at times,The clouds bless the sea with loveA timeless bond making time itselfTruth beholds space and timesMyriad Lies that gush forth,Life created this farce themeThe seas child released unto this sphere,The ocean since motheredThe venerable race,That would appellate outrightThough At the same time never forsakeRegardless in this lightOur own is our villain,As the gun cocks to and throwAmnesia fills corpses with holes,Truly whole does existUnderneath false times length,As long as we push our boundsThese bounds will protect themselves in timeYou shall never apprehendWhilst inside times pretend
The Other Title Would Scar YouIf seeing is believing,I feel sorry for the blindWho made up the rule,You have to be cruel to be kind?Wrap up warm outside,Inside wont ever benefitWhen people are in trouble,Dont become a part of itWhispers tell lies,So Ill be fine with a humIf youre a blonde,Does that simply make you dumb?I always wondered about Larry,And what makes him so happyWhy do people ask for calm,Whilst at the same time get scrappy?Isnt it funny how nudists,Still remember to wear shoesWhy do some couples give birth,Only to give children abuse?Old McDonald had a farm,Did the thing break down?Why is it when were surprised,We ask our friends to get out of town?Treat others how you wish to be treated?Watch out for the sadistsLets face it, finding a needle in a haystack,Is like finding female rapistsIf I look before I leap,Surely a low ceiling would still cause troubleNow Im running out of things to say,Im going to leav
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This BookYou have never judged this bookBy it's cover,One of the many things that makes me proud ofBeing your lover,Chase a butterfly out of our stomachesOnly to embrace,Sanctuary being one essential pieceIn divine satisfaction.I tell you darling you knowAbout no mistakes,Because of the truthful beating soundtrackOur hearts make,Colours rainproofed even when theyForm a rainbow,Ten million reasons all in a bundleFor passion's solitude.With your trust I can promise youOf no others,Who can touch me and my heart throughout andUnder the Covers,The layers that I'd hidden withinHave all vanished,Washed away with all the cobwebs of sinand bad dreams.I want this part to be clear as summer skyEighteen or Eighty,Your age means nothing as these words shallexplain so sanely,I'm here in admiration of your very beingthat is true,But even when the day comes that you wrinkleI'll love you."Always,As we write the pages of the books we did not judge by coversAs we discover our man
Reasoning of A WishA love for you at times lengthGives me all a man could ever want,If one wish could be grantedWith loving arms I'd want you to makeAll your wildest dreams come true,A wish is not within my desiresWhy you ask? Isn't it plain?Your request would be shared, simply put,On this vastness of a sphereWhere the earth parts ways over it's weight,Yet shares blissful reunion tooFar from the core deep below us allYet close to my very own heart,Of all plates for our two feet to standWhether it's karma that guides,Be it luck or the fate we followI stand before all beauty,The chocolate coloured eyes that readYouth, no strife for a lady,As the shell misleads all but my viewRegardless of the one way,That you shall grow, inevitablySo shall I and my passion,Of a woman who is blessed throughoutFor it's you in pudding's proofThat knows in honesty what I want,More than the world can betrothIs to gaze upon a gorgeous smile,From a princess that's worth whileFor that's the reasoning o