His voice is so deliciously enticing His poetic lips are so irresistibly inviting Words so crisp and clear

I wake up each day Tasting the beautiful fresh air This amazing world is brimming with a wonderful life My ambition each day

You hold me captive within your heart Your love for me tears and rips My naked beauty

We are the zombie King and Queen We are your scariest nightmare dream Yes, it is definitely our pleasure To scare you

The skeleton looks through the speckled diamond glass in the wooden door Clinging on to the Halloween flowered wreath He is unable to spea

Beauty sleeps throughout the day At nighttime, she grumpily awakes She looks into the cracked antique mirror Her own image

Please, please let it rain I’ve asked really nicely There is a change in this close atmosphere We have been sweltering

V  Vivacious laughter I   Inspiring perspiring love C  Captured in a simple wine bottle

Please do pour me a large glass of your best blood red chianti Best served just warm I give you a loving long bite

As I walked down the cobbled road I looked in the puddle A reflection of a fire lit lamp I did see Yet, above the ground

The sunflower with wonderful petals A red face When it rains Pours tears of blood Come gently down your rosy face You still stand tall

Please do wake me I am asleep I am in a nightmare trance All I feel are so many hands I cannot move I am stood still

A sea of souls gather by the shore The waves caress the smooth pebbles Against my feet I feel the sand grains weave between my toes

Upon a bed of naked lust A poetic word Written with a moan and cusp A lick of br**sts As a poetic pen bleeds inside her Lust and sweat

Is it Black Beauty I see in front of me ? With her pal My Little Pony? Splashing in the rippling stream Canter, galloping and a trot

As you throw away the key The cold bars are all I feel You turned the key I can never be free I live in a silver cage

Psychedelic butterflies I see the enticing picture on the wall I just stand and stare I eventually fall

Let me be free The rock pool of memories I dip my toe A reflection of me I do not know Yet, only ripples of words do flow

The rush of the white wash Covered the pebbled beach I felt the seaweed and refreshing water

Like a passing thought upon an empty plate Like a spitfire that leaves it’s trail of thought in an almost cloudy straight line