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My Intoxicated Love

Touch and poetry

 


Dedicated to the Love of My Life












My Intoxicated Love

 

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This is how a story goes

Just like a sun rising from a dark  sky’s

To your brown beautiful face I imagine and I see

'Will you marry me?'

Got you with my knees down

'Without a ring? ‘You asked

Here it is ' now with a ring, will you marry me?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More Days True Love*2

Been two months since we met,
seems like a rising sun that will never set,
Like how sweet it gets,
Time goes' then I see you forget.
.....because the sweet road seems long
So I will take you real careful and slow,
Now remember every step as we go.
Its from me, so let it grow,
I will live to love you if you see it as I saw..
I still love you












Love In Time

*3


She was a child and I was a child again,

Back like empty burrels but here comes the rain,

To feel and fill

Sweet like a drug and harder when taken away

I promise to never dissapoint

It’s really no fun making promises and not keep them

Its love

so you keep your head up and feel okay

 

Sometimes when your heart is clean and dark you don’t see another day

You get blinded by love

and you smile because its simple

beautiful, black and other times complicated

And then you beg,

Please do not break it

because today sounds like its the best day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Take it a little careful and slow

Its one night at a time

Young of love but growing righteous line by line

These shillings, feelings and poetry

.....you know .....time never understands

 

 

but if its about love then am ready to shine

its a journey,

“there got to be time likes this”, she says it every-time

whatever happens I still will be holding your ground

Then if fate unearthed it

and we be opening the door on the other side

We will have a family

and that’s how we grow with time

Each day love in time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Touch

 

*4

 

If I could touch Gods fingertips now,

I would kiss each one of them,

And ask Him to bear my touch to you

And cover you with my touch until your heart replies

...I love you..

 

I have memorized the taste of your kiss
And the way your hairs lies on my head

...during every moment

And I don't want any day.....

Any day to feel if my love for you is going down.

Your voice, your touch
 oh love

It keeps me reminded that am in love

 

I sit here thinking about how to make you feel this day
It’s one of your days of love,

God sent me an angel,
And I thank Him for keeping you with me.

 

 


I sometimes wonder what to say
To cheer you up for the rest of the day
Am a little silent,

Does that makes you little sad?
It really makes me wish I had...
Some sort of special powers

To show you things which have never seen

Like rising you up to that tower
Where we would say and bid our thoughts and dreams

But I can only give you my special love
A walk and these special words
I am so happy
You are truly my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


If I Love You

*5

If I love you, you probably know by now,
I don’t fake it and every word I say or write, I mean it,
Because it’s real despite the worst past have been through,
When I love you,
I can’t see what’s behind your eyes,
I trust quick and that's a weakness;
That’s why I don’t have love from many friends as you,
That’s why am all alone and not close to somebody,
Because when I love
.
My heart becomes bigger than my body,
When I love

I don’t care about the consequences that come,
When I love you
.
I can wake up at 3 am just to write a song for you;
Because am blinded by your beautiful heart,
But from all the love I have showed people,
I don’t get that love in return.
I have become a sacrificial lamp from the people I loved before,
They leave,.....and all come later saying how good I was’
Pretending that they care when they didn’t.
That happens If I love you.



 

 

 

Let’s Watch The Skies *6

Gazing the bright skies

What do you see, ?
I prayed that the moon will show up today
But it didn’t;
Reminds me of the biblical story of admirers,
Trusting the skies,
Realizing the deep truth and sorting it,
We may not share the same balcony,
We many not share the same city,
But at least we share something bigger than that.
The beauty of the skies;
It’s beyond all we think of.
The skies, love.





My Daily Prayer*7

I am praying to you God
A lot is asked of you and I know you a fulfill-able giver
I will not ask you for money or property because all those things are begged by many from you.
I need hope and love
Through you I have lost and I have gained
Through you I have seen another day better and brighter 
God, fill my heart with strength to find love from what’s left of me
I will give you my trust, today, tomorrow and everyday
And may my soul forever be in you
For you have given me life and your love
Give me what’s really remaining of my blessings
Only that, My Lord.
Amen


 

 

 


An Open Letter To My Unborn Child- Why We Walked Away*8

Yesterday, we walked away,
Your mother and I dropped a package from fun,
She secured as I provided,
Though hard times be,
Am sure she wanted you to see, 
That through all days and seasons,
Some days were light and soft like ash,
Others became wet and heavy
You know when it rains, it pours for real; they say
But all in all I left; 
I had to leave her and face my fears,
I didn’t have to beg,
For if I did I wouldn’t have written this piece,
If I did, we would have been together as a family,
I saw that as fate,
That I won’t love you without being so far,
Like missing you so much teaches’ me to love
But I did, I took all that with me and left,
It’s our different cultures that started it here,
It them my unborn child; so be careful,
The grave is always wide,
And I took this step for you.
That's why I left.

 

 

 

Are You Ready?....child!*9

Are you ready?....Child! 
Everyday, moments when am alone, I think of how you look,
How adorable your face is,
I think of how I looked when I was your age, 
And, how my mother felt once she held me,
My father would stare at me expecting a sign;

....he thought I could hear him talking;
Funny, I was, just a new born
And so you are, 
I wanna touch you but she left with you, 
All I would wish to do is give you my entirety,
Is it safe to say that you are prepared?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Got Off My Head*10

I got my heart on top of my hands.
I don't want to break it 
I still require all but the more I have; the more am trapped 
I am hesitant to give out my heart .
What's more, 
My heart bleeds and hands shake ,
I know the pain through the runway ,
So I lay and float a for a moment.
I look around for once 
And see others run around
I loved once and my heart was cold and warm 
So please, love; get off my head you are hiding
Offer me a reprieve since I would prefer not to lose it 
There you are, I have you on my hands
Over an edge, just beside the ocean .
My fingers are covered in oil 
And my heart slips in every beat of it.
Am suddenly close,
So I see my heart tumble off to the ocean .
Then am free once more
She at last got off my head 
Truly, got off my head.

 

 

Hey Kid*11

Hey kid, am just now leaving,
I hope you allow me come around,
When you are grown up and free
Now, they won’t allow me to.
Or can I come around this evening?
Oh, I guess you need time, yes of course,
Why else would you choose to

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