Play TimeFairies dance asPixies pull pranks asAngels shine through spirit asAll the little critters in the world(Real or fictitous in the world)are playful as the sun kisses them.
Why? How?A draft has come,And a dark shadow has comeFor me, it cannot be,For you, never saw it;The Grim Reaper wants a token,Anything to pay the debt off;What do you give the creature?I cannot bear to watch,How could the price beSo large, so important?I cannot, the thought of youJust tossing such a thing aside forA trifle, for a gifr of talent,You are nothing butA lost, wandering, soullessIT;With no future, No emotionNothing is left,GoodbyeDear friend.
Place of WondersThe world stares,I stare straight back;The world wants to perfect me,I am deliciously defiant,Facts are my endless dreamsAnd where I come fromWishes and miracles do happen,While pixies and dixiesplay in fresh springs;In my world, the blue lagoonis cool and refreshing;All imperfections are thought of perfection,Life is never taken, only created,And when harpies come dancingAs nymphs jump gleefully,You know harmony is present,'Cause this place of wonders isFilled with delights in every cornerAnd troves containing treasuresCreated; inside the heart and soulOf a child wishing upon a Shooting star for ench
Love of PassionYou hold my hand,A gentle kiss,Pressing Flesh against FleshSending chills;Slowly,And Gently,we lie down,Breathing heavily,Hearts pounding;Getting hotter,And Intense,Yet so soft,Caressing, oh so, Tenderly;Tender love,Lingering passion,Even though its done,Our memory stays.
Illusioned SinDreams, hopes, wishesUnknown to eyesBeauty blindsLove lusts;Seen as AngelicGolden rim brightSilver lining feathery lightSparkling pools mesmerizingFlowing, gliding, melodic;Reflection flaresSeduction cravesRoyal Flush wins;Plums ripen asBananas flourishHeat, Passion, Wanting;Tranquilize Visions.
Enslaved Perfect ParadiseSweet sensations surround,June bells ring,Lilies, Lilacs, lavishly loom,Robins sing pride,Below,Heron heads held highEyeing clover coveringGraceland in distance;Hares hop to there,Spring bloomed of zest asGrass grew green,Apples filled sweetly in color whileSun sets a blaze and,A cool breezewithstands night;Silver moon drunk, Controlling twilightsEnslaving twinkled pathsinviting night's pleasures;Lay down early enough toRetire upon pines,Tucked in by boughs.