My Words...

Take my hand,

I'll hold you tight.

Let's go to a distant land,

Everything'll be alright.

We'll walk by the beach

On a starry night.

We'll cuddle in each other's reach

While your beauty glows in the moon's innocent light.

Thank you, for loving me.

Before this I was afraid, you see.

Because of wounds, so deep,

I could barely sleep.

Now, you've come along

Like the sweet chorus to a cynical song.

You've brought a life, once forlorn,

From a man once dead, now reborn.

"Thank you" can never be words enough,

To describe my feelings for you though.

I know it may seem all too sudden and what not

For others to see us talking about tying the knot.

But I really can't picture my life,

Without you,

Without you as my wife

I really can't live, it's true.

So, I guess what I want to say is,

I love you,

And I never want to be without you.

Because, from now on, you're my only bliss.

Princess and the Toad...

Have you ever had a dream about your future,

About the perfect girl you'd ask to be your wife,

To raise a family and cuddle with on the furniture,

To grow old and live with the rest of your life?

There's this girl that I just met.

It's crazy but she makes me forget

The choking sadness I've hid all this time

And makes me wanna paint her beauty in every rhyme.

She doesn't think she's hot

Nor does she know the hook she's got

On my heart and I pray not,

That she leaves me to rot.

Her eyes sing to me a song

Of love, once denied.

Though it may be long

I hope, from our love, she won't hide.

We share a common goal

Of one day having our own shoal.

Boys in the backyard playing ball

She'll teach our daughter to bake and all.

She's shown me that God has his plans,

And while I ain't one of his bigger fans,

I'm so grateful he's shown me this road.

For, in this fairytale, she my princess and I'm the toad.

A Poem Of Dismay...

Rise, my fallen
Your vengence shall be gotten
For the vicissitudes of fate
Has crippled democracy on this date.

Voice your displeasure,
Vacate their premise,
Validate your anger at this censure
And we shall march on to their demise.

Come, my friends,
Come, my people,
Come, my countrymen, to the ends
And let's see their reign cripple.

From the shores we shall sing,
From the valleys we shall ring,
From the hills we shall bring,
Change to a country thus deserving.

Let not the vox populi be vanquished,
Let this betrayal be our votive for revolution,
To end the venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and
vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

Let not our suffering be in vain
Let not our strength wane,
Let not our passions tame
But, most importantly, let us not be oppressed like a lame.