glimerznitemare

Most of the time it just cuddles me..and other times it spends me out..or spins me out...unknown..it does. VB

How blivit could I utter my words of misunderstanding , the bleak remembrance of a soul kept weary...what difference does the time marker make in the instance of forgivness....Breaking down the answers ..the mere antisapation of your loved cry.
I never near enough to you to love you so as you deserve. Never has an embrace of total love ever crossed the steps and beats of my heart....I lie still and lividly capture what tenderness I still can grasp and deliever my dearst feelings of love toward you ..your heart , you lumber soul and touch of graciouness . I can and must piver out into the air my wholesome love for you my friend.. I loveth.. in ways.. as one would love each other....by gift . by choice......by the breathe of hope..and by tender joys ..of this loving void.

Fickle belongs to the "door"..."bringing"..... Stampid ringing ...freesome drells of whey....
........slight , belvaint distance.....fickle with mere ...MY DEAR.....my steer...I can ...cannot ....with this hay...stay , right before this very day..and hear...
A "New Year" spaying...? The long tick tock saying....I believe....me ..my.. fickle leer... here ..here...here...then to ..reap or reapper ..on the creast of this eve...does it not believe ? Do it not?.....yet must forgot...forgiven too ...
hear this....a new's freeing snear...forbaring it to you... tis tis ..this...New Year....vision dreaming .....? Now beneath springing......with the slight stampid bell ......a....... ringing....ringing .. ringing.........VB

Buried down deep within the cloaking of twilight bears the vasion.
The burning myrrh soiled soot and waxing night..the new moon lining the sky with the eve of a gratitude only angels can meet. Stampering the silent footsteps of the Holy spirit perplexed by the intrepid. The very same notion ..as well as a foot as well as a hand..no mightire than the uttered word. A language depicted staight from a corner stone. Light hearted myrrh the burning soild soot quietly rising into the midnight air .. the blessed and the haven up there.

My lonley heart pivit's into a hum of gentle woe....
I count page after page...this book of mysterious entries ..I enter to spew.
The only recored of an existance.. bound in leather. Of a love that is severed patiently , clocking days. My sift, page after page..lives vivid my lonely heart..catching words with time. Relating emotion to the rhyme. Portraying a mere keeper..for pain and the kind. Bestill ..I will compose a laughers of gaggles and step steep inward bound to my blood stained pen. And ravish the pages feircly ..as I continue to erect a fleeting army of shapes to identify the feelings I bear secrete. My feathered sword and my tale of woe and mystic. VB

I have you here, on a list printed of soild gold , your name ..meant to be seen bright and bold. The invite to love..a cherishing day...to you my friends ..I need to say. Carefully tear the envelope open ...crack the card and peak inside ..this is the invite to see me the blushing bride...white upon my face , lace upon my skin..the patient gentle man at the bottem ,both were life together begins.The bright smile upon my placid face the kiss of love the rings of grace...Come join me in my glee ..a few days and nights after he bowed upon his knee....
Love,
Your's truly,
VB

Breath taking....all odds against me....in the dawn ..your waking...the meekness of your skin...the living majesty within...your divine image...
It would be my privilege to witness ..the toning laughter of your continuous glow...the moaning sow....the midday knowing ..my yearning for your stowing ..away in me ..
Breathe taking ....against all odds.....the divine showing ..of your beautiful bod. Take thy rod... heal me with your loving caress...picture me in this foolish mess...
Blessed ,I believe I must be to see .. to see.. to see....

I love you.

As rough as I can hold this calming...I am swallowed with this emotion..to love..to see..to hear...to choose...feeling.
Livid now are my dreams ..as I lust the heart lived and survived..of our soul's..Bold beauty...Ravished ....beckoned.....and subtile to your kiss...
Within a warp driven divinly into heaven.

Without you..in a storm of word's....with you in the depth of my heart..and I swim in love with you...I walk to remember and the rain soften's my soul..to have ..to hold..another story ..so I'm told. Bold and vicious ,the fire from the sky..the burning of my desire ..as I cry and cry....Love ..without you ..in this storm of word's....when will I say..I have yet to yearn...the bounty the flooding that's running threw out my heart...without this water to kept afloat..I might sink and drownd in a sea of hope....and prosper in my art.....

.......I went a wandering and berries.. there....
..........I pick along ..there ..the beaten path..I craddle my pickins..there....there..a berry ...a leaf ..a jelly jam ..there..there...there I am...I will prepare....mmmmm....jelly jam....
I pick along the beaten path....a berry haven I say there ..there...I 'll dye my hair ..it.. cherry red .....with my berry pickin...there..I said...
Munchims...berries...wrapped around my head....there.. there....
Crowned and fed......

I coverse with..a monk.....
How deep is your sorrow?Is it baring you from the morph into what is known as the woman ....

Forgive me this barren sorrow....
I repent in grevience....
Thus I believe it to be halted to abolishment of a trusted soul...
So..send the chariots of fire deep into the pits of hell and catch forth
the endo you claim to be your mother....
Then brush away the molten rock that core her sacred secret..and
rever her hendrence....
Father....
I am compeled to send forth a swords man..and if she fail ..
I said..if I fail ..then do I ..am I ..would I return?
VB

......fret not your darkness..you're cradled here.. within my kiss...you're loved with majesty..I whimper ....weeping blessed....Tonight, I hold you ...with the intimate revere..... the resevior of love ...circling rides upon my seer...snow upon her back ....feather upon her sleaves.....longing for her other ..that's lost amoungst the trees.....bristoled are the turbulate winds sweeping up these rantum leaves...she holding you so tightly... with you upon your knees...weeping winter's close ..and cold it may be there ...her warmth wrapped up ..on her.. lady riding mare....

Where might I go .....abonden no love....
Him ..my starkling raven of hope ubove.........
She ... hears you whimper ..out ..the wind a mess....tearing the hems of her bridled distress....
rashionlize......rashin...rashin ....dear......hear..hear......
...... no burden here.............
VB

I stand here....in a blemishing world...
.. holding my faded memory.. in ..my ..mind...
Listening to the echo's ..of a pooled lagoon....
What love??...reckoned me?..... my fate......
this time....What man? what face....?
Sent ..these ..sentamental lingerings....
intentional...feelings.....la la la... da da...da da.
VB