mr-clive

Lights turned low and on the dim side Smile Glass in hand with this fine red-red Shine As lips part with full elation we collide with fusing force as it's been a long long time In rapture we ravage In taste we delight With mood we excite We collide, become One day at a time they set the metaphor Seamless joining without seeing the break Like music in the background we match the sound Our own rhythm and blues; - Collide and crush; synonyms of Kelly's Sound Acutely engrossed in authenticities of love's bliss, we are drawn together without division Fractional comprehension of life itself, love is what's called this Kiss&#133

My Gift Are My Words…. And these are for you; With Elton in the back nodding his head saying he doesn't mind that I'm putting this in words it's funny how these feelings show outside. Hiding what's within but no, you know what's there too so…. The thing I want you to know is that these words are my feelings. In simplistic form broken down to their most minimalistic It's all for you, each word with meaning, no need to think I wish I could take my thoughts jumbled on a paper and show you. Crumple it in a ball and form something great. In the end of it all I sit here at a desk with nothing but my words. I gently push the keys in

With this he's done it again The applause goes on and the roars soar on deaf ears The crowd is pleased Blank stares Cheers ring Silence He looks again at the darkness within and realizes the rank dimness of the light that flourishes wherever he goes Past present and ever lingering Among the crowd; teeth glare with smiles Oh how they smile! Gnashed grimaces of fake happy, sad joy How could any forget Then again time has gone by though memories serve as finite -in-mind Carved in granite how can we forget No sand will wear this down. None of all time and space He smiles back though with calm tone and through cheerful lips parted