Leprechaun with his pot of gold!
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The wistful whimsical night
Now I’m not one for love
But I do frequent the notion of a good old fashioned potion
To settle my lustful heart
Bespoke like an art to the individual man
To win him, I’ll do all that I can
Now gentlemen please, I must disagree that there’s an old romantic deep within me
For I am quite the dominatrix and to ensnare you I shall
With my hair of golden hues and parading au natural in the wistful whimsical night
I will enchant you to my hearts delight
Filed under Poems V - Z
welcome to my golden palace
I am leaving this sphere, going home to my dreams
I am going back to my reality, where my happiness streams
I have nothing to fear, for everything’s mine
I’m going to a place where the sun always shines
Yeah, I’m free
To roam as I please
Nothing will harm me; fear has no place to go
Everything’s to my expectations, the world’s my chateau
I can deny your entry if you cause me pain
I will not allow anybody to drive me insane
Here I’m free
I’m free, to do as I really want to and please
Serve me now, drink from my chalice
Welcome to my golden palace
This is my world of dreams
Where everything is as I royally deem
Drink my cup and bathe in the light
Why don’t you lay with me and bask in sunlight?
I am watching your world through half opened eyes
And I can’t believe, no can’t believe the pain and the lies
Why do you bask in hate and bask in lust and bask in coldness?
Why do you do nothing and act like you care less?
I believe in something more, than your impetuous plans
Oh come to me, yes come to me, and oh please hold my hand
Come bask in my light boy
Come into my arms and be free from the horrid noise of hate and pain
Come to me, come to me, come to my love again
I will show you peace and love, I’m your dove, please don’t go insane
Touch me, kiss me over again, and let me mend your broken dreams
I need to heal your aching wounds and please always listen to me
And not your horrid inner screams
Just touch me now and I will take you far away, you can be redeemed
I am leaving this sphere, going home to my dreams
I am going back to my reality, where my happiness streams
I have nothing to fear, for everything’s mine
I’m going to a place where the sun always shines
Yeah, I’m free
To roam as I please
Nothing will harm me; fear has no place to go
Everything’s to my expectations, the world’s my chateau
I can deny your entry if you cause me pain
I will not allow anybody to drive me insane
Here I’m free
I’m free, to do as I really want to and please
Serve me now, drink from my chalice
Welcome to my golden palace
This is my world of dreams
The words came into my head faster than I could type, this was literally done in less than five minutes; so I apologize if to some people this song makes no sense.
Filed under Poems V - Z
Seasons
Enshrouded in brassy tones, you stand with many or you stand alone, you were once covered in soft sweet smelling leaves of emerald green, now they’ve turned crisp and are falling from your strong old eaves.
A ragged blanket of golden and brown hues covers the landscape as summer’s excused.
Nights grow longer, soon winter will come, the blanket renewed, landscapes benumbed.
But for all that it’s worth, it is temporary, a fleeting display, always contemporary, it puzzles us so with each coming year that the beauty seems new yet it always appears.
Autumn is lovely, winter is too, spring is much better but summer is too.
Our seasons are cherished, we love them so much, and how can we have malice, when our hearts they do touch?
Seasons are our gifts, enjoy them while they last, for seasons they come and go forever, quite fast.
© Tina Cousins 2013
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