Clearing out the rain storms Taking away the clouds Moans are being heard Over the music it is getting loud Sounds never been distinguished Did I mention That you are deep inside of me All the way to the end of your shaft Pleasing me Filling me past capacity Rather leave, you stayed in my womanhood Stood at attention While my voice you was hearing
Oh my God! He is alone again.It is worse than in the desert.These people are harder than stone.Yonder disciple lies who is considered dearest to the Teacher.He slumbers like all, perhaps his sleep is sounder than othersbecause he is the youngest. I am alone awake.I suffer together with him here.But I am dumb as wall. Nobody notices me.I am like sha
The lack of the common denominator The remaining factor is it don't make sense The lack of knowledge seems to have went missing The reasoning is unknown Children having babies thinking their grown The lack of family morals have been shown My mind is blown Too many children raising their own self Parents are missing in action to teach their child th
Listening to the reasoning why people are going through loneliness Darkness that leads them to anxiousness Brokenness that makes them feel nothing but weakness Shyness that makes them feel complete awkwardness Tearfulness from all this madness But you don't hear the genuineness as their voice leaves them with hopelessness Helplessness That with eac
SUBMISSION Submit to the notion Your body is being told to flow like the ocean The motion of the waves Commit to pleasure that will continue for days A consent haze Listening to the words as they play Stay It being your first time, the first thought is to run away But slowly you walk to the bed for your body to lay Instead, I want you in fro
With big sack full of sweet giftsfor the little children.Santa Claus is going on the heavenly skissurrounded by fabulous foxes and birds.
Golden autumn eveningis a romantic timeof jocund memories and lovely hopesof summer.
I am going on the pathamong fields.The clear friendly skysmiles to meand I inhale the fragranceof the buckwheat.
I love you, tiny wonderful flower of the arid land.You grow among thorns.The wind scorches youand the heat of the sun is your torment.But you are alive in spite of everythingbecause your aspirations to live nothing can overcome!
Orgasmic highs They capture you Journey to the sun Shoot past the moon And watch you orbit the world I am the eight wonder And this is what my love do Mental telepathy Souls intertwined Caught up in the rapture Hypnotic mind potions You're under my possession Because this is what my love do Just watch as I lick my lips They whisper the words That i
You are a charming wild flowergrowing in the crevice of old mountain.You are beautiful rosein the valley of dreams.You are sweet mysteryand open truth.
Flowers are beauties of the world.They are little joys of earththat make our lives more bright.
Doves found a litlle heap of oat flakeson the street.They enjoyed taste of their godsendand expected no rivals for the food.The happiness of birds was noticedby hungry Child and Mother.They chased the feathered creatures awayand took their food.
THE LILY PAD, THE JAPANESE BRIDGE Painting by Claude Monet (1899); Poem by Sal Buttaci (1994) Who could imagine what Monet was thinking when he took his brush to this! Ask him what inspired him and he will no doubt lie, say "The Japanese Bridge" or "The lily pond: the way the lilies sit on the brown river" or "The mood I was in, the feeling I h
Liives mesh In wondrous ways Connnections and concationations Sharing and caring Time tossed. To return to innocence One and seperate Together and apart Lives interconnecting Always evolving.and always With heart
In the darkness of despair, The selfish want more than their share. You have yours but where is mine? By themselves in space and time. A love is more than they can bear, Alone again with none to share. If only they could own the sky; Would this fill the hole inside? Want is never satisfied. Want will keep the pain inside. Want will drive the mi
I`m stuck in here! I cannot move or think… My feet won`t walk… I can see but it`s only me. I can`t get out! It`s dark and cold and I can`t feel words… Pain crawls around inside… There’s nowhere to hide! I`m trapped in here! Can anyone see what I see? Or is it just me? Everything is heavy and moving slow--can I go? I`m chained and I can`t move
