Queen of Evil,
King of Good,
Together you can be up to no good,
She lures him aside,
to chambers of lust,
Till his fiery metal rusts,
Queen of Evil,
King of good,
Together you can be up to no good,
A hunk of love,
a sniggle of making love,
beneath the sheets,
To where you belong,
Fond of the night,
fond of lights,
lurking beyond your aphrodiosia.
Friday, July 27, 2007
I MUST and WILL move on
I saw you in a blur,
My stomach infected with a swarm of bees
My heart slowly diminishing,As pointless as it may be I still love you,
Flashbacks dominate my mind,
Memories of you and me,
An endless bliss,
A time everything felt so right,
I miss your warm smile,
A smile as warm as a soft teddy bear,
Eyes as beautiful as the splendors of the world,
My love for you anchors me down,
Sinking me and the ship of my love down with me,I
know I should move on,I
know I have to,
But somehow I can’t,
My mind tells me I’m delusional,That I’m trapped in a fantasy world,
But my heart feeds my ventricles with the brutal truth,That you and me were meant to be.
By Monkiette
2006
My stomach infected with a swarm of bees
My heart slowly diminishing,As pointless as it may be I still love you,
Flashbacks dominate my mind,
Memories of you and me,
An endless bliss,
A time everything felt so right,
I miss your warm smile,
A smile as warm as a soft teddy bear,
Eyes as beautiful as the splendors of the world,
My love for you anchors me down,
Sinking me and the ship of my love down with me,I
know I should move on,I
know I have to,
But somehow I can’t,
My mind tells me I’m delusional,That I’m trapped in a fantasy world,
But my heart feeds my ventricles with the brutal truth,That you and me were meant to be.
By Monkiette
2006
The Artist of my soul
The Artist of my soul
A painter slowly airbrushing my divine universe,
A musician stringing along the strings of my harmony,
A dancer swaying along the beat of my passion,
The Artist of my soul lives within me,
Transforming my world,Into a sparkly blue jewel with fuzzy clouds,
Where the soft snuggle wind embraces me,Slowly tugging at my hair,
Where the world envelops my depression in fresh greenery,
And the ocean washes away my pain,Hand in hand with the artist of my soul,I arise,Newly born and carefree,In the novel of my dreams.
A painter slowly airbrushing my divine universe,
A musician stringing along the strings of my harmony,
A dancer swaying along the beat of my passion,
The Artist of my soul lives within me,
Transforming my world,Into a sparkly blue jewel with fuzzy clouds,
Where the soft snuggle wind embraces me,Slowly tugging at my hair,
Where the world envelops my depression in fresh greenery,
And the ocean washes away my pain,Hand in hand with the artist of my soul,I arise,Newly born and carefree,In the novel of my dreams.
Farewell
Its time for me to move on,
My heart sings the lullaby of sorrow,
Thumping my soul with grief,
I flee from the cruelty of this world,
Only to find myself in your arms once again,
I spread my wings ready to fly away,
Only to find a thorn in my underside,
You pluck it out,
Set me ready to soar the sky,
But my passion overrides me,
Enabling me from letting go,
I’m holding on to the ashes of our love,
As flawless as you may be,
You’re wrong,
As impossible as it may be,
You’re wrong,
I see it in your eyes,
The dark brown witnesses of your pain,
Your mind playing a game of poker,
Pulling out the safe card,
Neglecting the instincts of your gut,
You lose,
Losing every dime you ever worked for,
You look at your disabled love,
A mass of hysteria overwhelms you,
You could’ve had it all you say,You could’ve had it all
By Monkiette
2006
My heart sings the lullaby of sorrow,
Thumping my soul with grief,
I flee from the cruelty of this world,
Only to find myself in your arms once again,
I spread my wings ready to fly away,
Only to find a thorn in my underside,
You pluck it out,
Set me ready to soar the sky,
But my passion overrides me,
Enabling me from letting go,
I’m holding on to the ashes of our love,
As flawless as you may be,
You’re wrong,
As impossible as it may be,
You’re wrong,
I see it in your eyes,
The dark brown witnesses of your pain,
Your mind playing a game of poker,
Pulling out the safe card,
Neglecting the instincts of your gut,
You lose,
Losing every dime you ever worked for,
You look at your disabled love,
A mass of hysteria overwhelms you,
You could’ve had it all you say,You could’ve had it all
By Monkiette
2006
We belong together
Come back to me,
The way a mother bird springs back to her nest,
Coat me with the honey of your love,
So that even the bees will be envious,
You’re my addiction,
My vanilla flavored passion,
My chocolate sprinkled fantasy,
Don’t buckle up the passenger seat,
Don’t live in constant remorse,
Hold that strong jaw up high,
Wrestle your way in the mud path,
Find your way through the botanical garden
Of our love,
Take in the aroma of our future,
The honey suckle of our dreams,
The jasmine of our hope,
I belong to you,
The way a snowy pearl does to a clam,
You belong to me,
The way a key does to a lock,
Withstand their taunts,
Duel for the battle of your life,
The battle of being with me.
By Monkiette
November 2006
The way a mother bird springs back to her nest,
Coat me with the honey of your love,
So that even the bees will be envious,
You’re my addiction,
My vanilla flavored passion,
My chocolate sprinkled fantasy,
Don’t buckle up the passenger seat,
Don’t live in constant remorse,
Hold that strong jaw up high,
Wrestle your way in the mud path,
Find your way through the botanical garden
Of our love,
Take in the aroma of our future,
The honey suckle of our dreams,
The jasmine of our hope,
I belong to you,
The way a snowy pearl does to a clam,
You belong to me,
The way a key does to a lock,
Withstand their taunts,
Duel for the battle of your life,
The battle of being with me.
By Monkiette
November 2006
Forever, My dear
I sit still in my stool,
My clock a vision plastered in my mind,
Tick Toc, Tick Toc,
The hours pass by like days,
Each day an equivalent of a year,
The sweet hum of the birds sounds almost cruel,
Taunting me of a bliss I’ll never achieve,
The blossoming of the new born roses vindictive,
A crimson as red as blood
My shell of broken dreams,
Plays back my enchanted memories,
Tainted with the dust of my despair,
I gave you my heart on a silver platter,
Yet it was not as valuable as it should be,
My love for you was as loyal,
As a puppy is to his owner,
Strapped in the chains of your love,
The chains sinking into my flesh,
A splash of red liquid,
I struggle in the combat of my life,
wrestling for your love.
By Monkiette
2006
My clock a vision plastered in my mind,
Tick Toc, Tick Toc,
The hours pass by like days,
Each day an equivalent of a year,
The sweet hum of the birds sounds almost cruel,
Taunting me of a bliss I’ll never achieve,
The blossoming of the new born roses vindictive,
A crimson as red as blood
My shell of broken dreams,
Plays back my enchanted memories,
Tainted with the dust of my despair,
I gave you my heart on a silver platter,
Yet it was not as valuable as it should be,
My love for you was as loyal,
As a puppy is to his owner,
Strapped in the chains of your love,
The chains sinking into my flesh,
A splash of red liquid,
I struggle in the combat of my life,
wrestling for your love.
By Monkiette
2006
The Day He stole my purity
The Day you stole my purity,
You exploited my vulnerability,
Swindled my innocence,
Wide-eyed and youthful I permitted you to,
Stringing me along with your loving whispers,
Healing my pulverized heart with all your deception,
Crucifying me with your web of lies,
Malice seething in me,
I slaved for you,
Surrendered my soul to you,
Left my heart unguarded,
Devoted for your love,
My heart crippled in the palm
Of your hand,
I was fragile, in your clutch,
Almost transparent,
I was tossed aside,
For another victim of your cruelty,
After the burden of moping your tears,
the burden of losing you.
By Monkiette
2006
You exploited my vulnerability,
Swindled my innocence,
Wide-eyed and youthful I permitted you to,
Stringing me along with your loving whispers,
Healing my pulverized heart with all your deception,
Crucifying me with your web of lies,
Malice seething in me,
I slaved for you,
Surrendered my soul to you,
Left my heart unguarded,
Devoted for your love,
My heart crippled in the palm
Of your hand,
I was fragile, in your clutch,
Almost transparent,
I was tossed aside,
For another victim of your cruelty,
After the burden of moping your tears,
the burden of losing you.
By Monkiette
2006
The Green eye monster
It hides under my bed,
Swiftly pacing my room in infinite darkness,
It trembles at the sight of him,
Seeking comfort between the curtains of sadness,
It sneaks peeks at him and her,
Watching over them,
Eavesdropping on their most intimate conversation,
My green eyed monster possesses eyes as green as fields,
Eyes enlarged by curiosity and discomfort,
It yelps in pain,
Blocking out the sound of reality,
Sniffing in the stink of failure,
My green eyed monster strolls among my thoughts,
Tampering with my feelings,
Its mind overflowed with dreams and hopes,
Shattered by its little hands,
My green eyed monster eats away at me,
Reflecting my jealousy in its eyes.
By Monkiette
October 2006
Swiftly pacing my room in infinite darkness,
It trembles at the sight of him,
Seeking comfort between the curtains of sadness,
It sneaks peeks at him and her,
Watching over them,
Eavesdropping on their most intimate conversation,
My green eyed monster possesses eyes as green as fields,
Eyes enlarged by curiosity and discomfort,
It yelps in pain,
Blocking out the sound of reality,
Sniffing in the stink of failure,
My green eyed monster strolls among my thoughts,
Tampering with my feelings,
Its mind overflowed with dreams and hopes,
Shattered by its little hands,
My green eyed monster eats away at me,
Reflecting my jealousy in its eyes.
By Monkiette
October 2006
A Stranger's mind
Shut out,
Left cold in the rain,
My hair drenched with my tears,
I'm pounding on the door,
My fists throbbing with the pain of each pound,
The voices in my head, scream in estacy,
Good riddance, you were never meant to last,
You're better off without him, they say
I tune the voices in my head out,
Trying to maintain the residue of my sanity,
My sanity timidly vaporizing into thin air,
into the mass of nothingness i have become.
By Monkiette
July 27
2007
Left cold in the rain,
My hair drenched with my tears,
I'm pounding on the door,
My fists throbbing with the pain of each pound,
The voices in my head, scream in estacy,
Good riddance, you were never meant to last,
You're better off without him, they say
I tune the voices in my head out,
Trying to maintain the residue of my sanity,
My sanity timidly vaporizing into thin air,
into the mass of nothingness i have become.
By Monkiette
July 27
2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Harry Potter's Defence.
I recently read a blog trashing The Harry Potter series, so i felt like posting my defence here.
The Harry Potter series may lack the intellectual value books such as the Divini code may have( although Dan brown books lack moral value) but are heavily compensated with the level of moral value.The books encourage bravery, nobility, friendship and a sense of real life reality, Where our protagonist is not some heroic, flawless perfection of the authors imagination but a real person, with flaws and doubts about the path that has chosen them. It widens childrens and adults imaginations all alike, and devours them into worlds of wonderful secrets and mysteries. The Harry Potter theme has also resulted in the union of people all over the world, as different as they maybe over one common love. the love for Harry Potter and His friends.Harry potter is a symbol of hope to all of us, in a world full of despair, bombings and murder. Harry Potter will live in our hearts, with cause, for in a world so filled with death and pain do we not need a reason to live? a reason to hope? to believe in the battle of good VS evil and that good will eventually prevail?
The Harry Potter series may lack the intellectual value books such as the Divini code may have( although Dan brown books lack moral value) but are heavily compensated with the level of moral value.The books encourage bravery, nobility, friendship and a sense of real life reality, Where our protagonist is not some heroic, flawless perfection of the authors imagination but a real person, with flaws and doubts about the path that has chosen them. It widens childrens and adults imaginations all alike, and devours them into worlds of wonderful secrets and mysteries. The Harry Potter theme has also resulted in the union of people all over the world, as different as they maybe over one common love. the love for Harry Potter and His friends.Harry potter is a symbol of hope to all of us, in a world full of despair, bombings and murder. Harry Potter will live in our hearts, with cause, for in a world so filled with death and pain do we not need a reason to live? a reason to hope? to believe in the battle of good VS evil and that good will eventually prevail?
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