Stiletto heels and seam lined stocking legs
With grace and bliss she was elegantly blessed
She could walk and glide as if on air
Making every man and woman who passed stare
She was the classiest lady of the vanity fair.
Stiletto heels and seam lined stocking legs
With grace and bliss she was elegantly blessed
She could walk and glide as if on air
Making every man and woman who passed stare
She was the classiest lady of the vanity fair.
I remember those days gone by
Running around in the sun beside
A little babbling stoney stream
Where we laid and shared our dreams
We thought those summers would never end
Those hazy days way back when
So much of this life was so innocent
Watching butterflies and spying bees
Pollinating all the flowers we could see
And caterpillars feeding off leaves
These day gone by created memories
Of love and nature that are so dear to me
And your grace, bliss and beauty
Complimented everything and I swear
If I could I’d go back there and never leave
And remain forever and ever and share
The love of those days.
She left him angry and alone
Broken and in despair
His heart a shredded bleeding mess
His feelings for her were bitter
They were toxic and cold
As he felt the knife she had driven
Deep within his lone dark soul
The taste of aspic poisonous and rife
Why had she destroyed him
Why did she tear him limb from limb
And yet deep within he knew he should forgive her
But that would feel like a rotted grave
Where his carcass twisted and distorted is
Wracked with torment with a heart full of maggots
Feasting on him like a necrotising faciitis decay.
In a retrospective moment
I reassessed my dreams
Thought that maybe my hopes
Go beyond the bounds of reality
But in that heartbeat moment
I refuted that idea
What the point of having dreams
If you the rein in how you feel
Dreams are meant to be big
And maybe a little bit surreal
Which the makes how euphoric
You will one day feel when you achieve them
And suddenly make the real.
Broken hearts
And broken dreams,
Reflect broken homes
And a broken society,
Of broken promises
And broken beliefs
We live in a world
Where everything is broken
And only love and light
Can heal it.
Via:Daily Prompt: Broken
Search the quantum universe
Search among the stars,
Travel to far off destinations
And to another multiverse,
Seek and discover all you can
In an effort to find yourself
But know that this is all through yiut conscious mind
In which everything is created and exists
So when you go on this journey
Through an astral mediative state
Remember you are still within the parameters of your conscious spiritual place.
I need to change things up
Get a new job find a new career
But all avenues of work don’t seem clear
And age is against me I fear
Though young at heart and attitude
Opportunities are rare and few
It’s great that I have a job
Of this I must be thankful for
But travel and cost make things so hard
I need a change a brand new start
So I guess I just got to keep pushing on
Hoping something comes along
And offers up an opportunity
To show my talents and abilities.