Sunday, August 16, 2009
Donate Office Space To Non Profit Org
undulating waves show up in my dream and in this room
dark wavy naked riding time.
No hours, no days for our dream
rowed a boat that goes towards the horizon
looking just stars and silence. Dream
your sleeping body on a beach and became a haze
into that arena who kisses you.
The sun sets and night covers us with its lights
your body lights up, my skin shivers and sighs
and grow as fish
touching your thighs in my hands.
rather than appear in my dream
when your soul turned into another direction
daydreamed
you next to me and roam the seas, cruise
visit and I was filled with light with stars
looking for accommodations for you.
And in this dream comes at a wave
and a song of love into your life
in the desire to love with drops soft cadences of waves
your nest
Monday, August 10, 2009
Wedding And Welcome Bag Letter And Sample
EVANESCENT
Beyond the days where
evaporate the hours looking for the auroras, a light
directs my steps under the same sky and the same mud as the sun goes
calcining.
So I'm glad your back.
And my eyes hold your figure to convert
in affection for my soul longs for you. So I feel
the passion that fills that sings and sighs
that regardless of past or future.
Here I am as a bard of broken dreams
sensing your skin next to mine,
intoxicating my mind with your kisses and leaving
that dream a sweet cry
of your tenderness.
Then on the shore of a sunset I
watching your footsteps coming toward mine,
joy of illusion that pinpoints the
evanescence my self and my heartbeat.
Beyond the days where
evaporate the hours looking for the auroras, a light
directs my steps under the same sky and the same mud as the sun goes
calcining.
So I'm glad your back.
And my eyes hold your figure to convert
in affection for my soul longs for you. So I feel
the passion that fills that sings and sighs
that regardless of past or future.
Here I am as a bard of broken dreams
sensing your skin next to mine,
intoxicating my mind with your kisses and leaving
that dream a sweet cry
of your tenderness.
Then on the shore of a sunset I
watching your footsteps coming toward mine,
joy of illusion that pinpoints the
evanescence my self and my heartbeat.
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