While i visualize u..the makings of a beautiful figure..whats fills the room with
on lookers..i become what stands to judge , the lifeless stare..but represents love with a portion of it's antics..i get played with from behind..what tangles with my aura..proceeds as a square, curved individually shaped to order..the elegance enhanced, hands will approach me..meetings of the minds set,thought 2 create..no separate parts intertwine what feels, emptiness, leads 2 a combination of a heart that's broken in 2 pieces..but shares an emotion, what lovers do, the presentation of him & I,portrays..the immoral hands of jig, saw spangled, rubbed down, secured immensely..through the lovers dream, stays a secret, they hide away in colors of themselves wicked..wild, sexually planted, a work of art..what bonds..keeps it worth 2 have..so i stroke with lines of me with angles and percussion, held close, wants for nothing..but your love, a kaleidoscope captured, a class all by itself, becomes the finer picture to import, true love, the conquest to make a museum our permanent resting place, where love builds on becoming what made me believe, the cost of trust..earned..Loving a body, living a dream to focus on reality..ignored, I'm taken for granted..but..beautiful, not for SALE..ask somebody,where is the love, a picture worth an image, memories unspoken, can't ever be 4REAL loving..in 2 what's stolen..never drawn apart..Dream Lovers..hang in there..someone has got 2take you (serious)..find the right colors..where a mixed emotion like ours..becomes the globe of love..touched by the artist.."The Painter"..Create..Sheila T Jordan
were observers. Presently searching to find the forces which challenges our mind what aims at hard living...head bangin...tuberbulence...building on shake.. raddle and roll movement...make mountains crumble from statements with bold balistics..writes what skill minds controls from natural resources...we demonstrate..da quickness..alternate...what's different..we give you da taste...a piece of us for..a piece of U! Mr Lannie Ross Ms Sheila Jordan
Sunday, July 5, 2009
DREAM LOVERS
While i visualize u..the makings of a beautiful figure..whats fills the room with
on lookers..i become what stands to judge , the lifeless stare..but represents love with a portion of it's antics..i get played with from behind..what tangles with my aura..proceeds as a square, curved individually shaped to order..the elegance enhanced, hands will approach me..meetings of the minds set,thought 2 create..no separate parts intertwine what feels, emptiness, leads 2 a combination of a heart that's broken in 2 pieces..but shares an emotion, what lovers do, the presentation of him & I,portrays..the immoral hands of jig, saw spangled, rubbed down, secured immensely..through the lovers dream, stays a secret, they hide away in colors of themselves wicked..wild, sexually planted, a work of art..what bonds..keeps it worth 2 have..so i stroke with lines of me with angles and percussion, held close, wants for nothing..but your love, a kaleidoscope captured, a class all by itself, becomes the finer picture to import, true love, the conquest to make a museum our permanent resting place, where love builds on becoming what made me believe, the cost of trust..earned..Loving a body, living a dream to focus on reality..ignored, I'm taken for granted..but..beautiful, not for SALE..ask somebody,where is the love, a picture worth an image, memories unspoken, can't ever be 4REAL loving..in 2 what's stolen..never drawn apart..Dream Lovers..hang in there..someone has got 2take you (serious)..find the right colors..where a mixed emotion like ours..becomes the globe of love..touched by the artist.."The Painter"..Create..Sheila T Jordan
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