My Angel...

Through the wool of sheep's skin,
Terror lies within.
For the world must have sin, so balance can begin.

Some confusion and tension, but don't forget to mention agitation and frustration along with a kind soul ripe for the taking.
Untouched and undark, oh so pure with bright locks picture her as you do your savior.
Steal your heart and what you've got,
then leave you to rot, her deception is of the worst grudge to hold.
She bids adew and farewell to you as you lay in your pitiful hole.
Then you dig in your pockets like a furious mole, only to find that it is of his wallet she stole.
Through the whims of the crowd,
children screaming aloud he rushes through to find the white maiden.
He comes to some paths, but then alas, will he pick the straight or the jaded.
The man uses his nose to the scent of her rose and the path indeed shall be the jaded.
Reaching the end of the path comes a clearing so vast as a white angel kneels in the center.
Walking closely towards her he spots his belonging calmly sitting beneath her.
Her face is shrouded with hair, golden locks here and there.
She then reaches and hands him his wallet, as she looks up and reveals her face a sudden shock his body takes as he recognizes who kneels before him.
It is his old darling wife who had passed on to the next life but how could seeing her be a reality?
He stutters to talk, while his mind races and stops, then ponders damn near insanity.
Before a word forms, she says," I know, don't try to say more," as she thrusts the wallet into his hands.
Tears well up in his eyes; as he wipes them goodbye,
And so does the sight of his angel.

The Man as a Statue

The person who cannot feel cannot touch,
He cannot write nor make complex words as such.
Cannot feel the simplicity of a soft winter’s kiss,
He also cannot feel what he is doing whether he hurts an individual or not.
The future is that of a cold and frozen one if actions continue like this,
Past is past if actions begin to make achievements of yesterday forgotten.
Nostalgic and ever empty through the hardships of future’s anticipation,
This is how a man should be, expressionless in the face of anguish and un-moving in the agony of defeat.
With the man as a statue he lets no other’s sword cleave damage onto himself,
That would down the road never be mended by his actions.

Drown in the Tears of Imagination

Through the eyes of a cat,
through the nose of a knob
let the drink taste so sweet as your height takes a fall.
Eat the treat and now know as your eyes pass your nose that your height is seven now feet tall.
Tears drop, water rises, drink again, let your eyes squint,
because you now swim through an ocean of tears.
But fear not, take a shot listen clear, but listen NOT to the story of Tweedledum, Tweedledee.
As you let themselves be, you now look to see gossiping flowers as if they had soul,
after a while of their singing and constantly ringing you find their personalities as a troll's.
Stumble upon a caterpillar, he smokes vowels hither and thither.
Get him angry and watch change, the smoke is to blame but so beautiful his transformation is.
Shroom on the left or the right, pick correct height or short spite
You bite right as your head's in the clouds.
You anger birds with your deep slurs so you must now concur to eat the left side of the shroom,
Oh joy now you're to your size now get up and now rise because for now the scary queen nears.
*GASP*...You wake from your dream but it still so seems that everything felt oh so real,
the depths of your pocket you seem to find a locket tied with it a rabbit's tight foot...
But in the other pocket's no locket, it's small so don't drop it....
it's the piece of a tiny mushroom.

Open Yourself

Open Your Ears And Hear This Truth,
Open Your Mouth And Eat These Lies.
Point Out The Fact From Fiction
And Belch Reality From Inside.
Poison Minds With Imagination
Corrupt Truth With Fiction.
Which Side Of The Coin Is Honest,
Which Side Has Less Damage Stricken?
Open Yourself To My Words Hear Me As I Speak Soft
Rock Like a Steady Boat , And Don't Pause For Alarm.
Listen Intently, And Watch Me Present Thee
As A Corrupt And Putrid Individual.
Now Open Your Fears And Let Me Now Hear
What It Is That Makes You Tick Tock.
Run Closely, Run Rampant, Run Short, Or Run Stamping
To The Endless Confusion Of Mind.
Now Go Eat Till You're Fill And Let Me Now Fill Your Mind
With Truth Of The World.

Feel Me

Feel my heartbeat through our kiss,
Such sweet emotion is of great bliss.
I touch your skin, I feel your soul
As my touch pierces as if cold.
Hold my hand and touch my heart
Never let go,..never be apart.
Through my words hear my mind,
Look into my eyes love is what you'll find.
So feel my love, it is so true
My endless love given by few.
Feel my heartbeat through our kiss,
Feel my soul through our touch,
Hear my thoughts through these words,
And always remember what you heard.
Because my love is eternal, it's straight from my heart
Always know this we'll never be apart.

Hate, Love, and Sadness

Hate, love, sadness are all emotions you can feel and express. When you hate something you forget all the rest. Sadness expresses in tears or sorrow, when some wish they could live to see tomorrow. Love shows in affection and kisses, when you show in your heart that you love your Mr. or Mrs. nothing else fazes you, kinda like corny disses. Poems express what you feel at a certain time, some may even rhyme. Write down what you feel, express it a different way. Or else it may come out wrong and you will regret what you have to say. So whenever you feel mad, sad, or full of emotion, just pour your heart out and fill something like an ocean.

My Life, In Your Arms Tonight

The color dissipates from my eyes; also with it the glow,
Along with that my heart lessens and shrinks to a minuscule low.
It's in your hands, it's in your arms; my life as time quickens,
Will you choose to do the right thing as my blood thickens at my hair's ends?
You look left you look right, no one around to help me themselves,
The duty is in your hands...why hesitate? Why look for someone else?
We're here alone as my heart lessens even more to a beat every four seconds,
If there's something to do it's time to do it now before my time slowly ticks away again.
But wait, why are you leaving? Turning your back on me I see,
I was left in your care and you walk away, make haste, and leave.
Now I lay here alone, with no one to help or care for me,
I was left in your arms dying...and you weren't there for me.
This has to be the end, as my breath breathes no more
My life, was left in your arms...I hope you remember that forever more.