Still.

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“I can’t hold still…your pull is a push into splendor….”

Your magic glide is one that causes a slippery tide.

Never mind the games that we are due to begin.

If I lose, your celebration will be a win.

I just wanna begin.

May we join, hand and hand?

We may then summon the sun to join our band.

As true to the natural chaotic order – let us build up a resting place.

A paradise where we can plant a garden at our own pace.

This mystery is an uncovered flower – the peddles are of truth, sincerity, and power.

I want to dream and envision.

You on top of me.

The kind of movie that you must see.

Your words are like silk and all this means is everything you say is worthwhile.

I have the money to invest and for what it’s worth, you promise a smile.

Still.

Still.

Still.

I wish a valentine. A rhyme with wine and dine.

So, what’s your sign?

For yours is mine.

THE DRAMA OF A COUGH

I realize drama is a narration of passionate expression.

It can have its fair share and be extra sometimes.

But, we both know we don’t have to tolerate it – even if the roots are passionate and sincere.

I’m going to drink another one, and we’ll be on our way with our day!

The Cough is Literally The Indicator To Your Inner Expressions. No Matter How Dramatic They Appear, Water Helps!

GRACE Awakening

I woke UP extremely late with sticky dreams at the corner of my eyes! 

I could not wipe them, from the waterfall of cries!
 
Breakfast was set – the table-spread.
 
Still finding it hard to believe, I got out of bed! 
 
All in my head.
 
The blessing of grace still astounds – the most common dread! 
 
My sleep triples what it has made of visions of yesteryear.
 
Consciously the parades all around me, speak to me so sincere.
 
Therein the fixed theology of love – the question remains to bear this glove.