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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Canon 27


I get out of my room,
I get out from the world.
Just to seek for an answer,
we start with the poker player.

The undecided gone freeze,
Oh it irritates me and I hate it.
So much of hatred intensively,
but we love it and we hate it.

Honey! My money jealousy.
Gone into your head so pity.
Money! My honey and authority.
Gone into their body so lusty.

Give you all the cars keys
Give you all my houses keys
Give you all my meats and luxuries
but your mind is empty and soul is aching
because you can't see all my inner beauties.

Oh I love you honey sipping wine,
Oh I hate you money seeking why,
You seem overwhelming, all mighty.
but you seem devastating, lonely.

I rather die young or die awfully,
With all the answers I desired for,
for the mankind sin of youth,
and the desperate me after truth.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Canon 26


Sunset on a Saturday night,
we could sail to wherever you like.
Put on your sexy shades
and we'll start to bate.

Cruise down lay down,
in your favourite diamond bar.
They seem busy with their things
but I'm ready for you to cling.

Stand up or lay down,
what's the position we don't count.
It's not our bed but we get wild instead,
sorry, but what's the hotel rate again?

In my prophecy let it be your ecstasy,
In your extension of mind and your body,
you could find it sassy timeless,
you could find it really bottomless,
and what else you need? Tell us.

If you're abusing my ecstasy,
pretending that love is all easy.
We'd say you're crazy madness.
Yes, you don't learn to rehab us.

If I'm abusing your ecstasy, 
hallucinating you and me.
We'd say this is wasted ill,
Yes, I am, if I'm truly losing you.