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Sabado, Agosto 30, 2008

...POETS' corner

WHY MOST I BEG

WHY MOST I BEG FOR YOUR LOVE
WHEN I KNEW THAT YOU WERE THE ONE FOR ME
THAT AS A MAN WHO KNOWS HIS MISTAKES
THAT I WOULD GO OUT MY WAY AND DO WHAT IT TAKES

WHY MOST I BEG FOR YOUR LOVE
BECAUSE THE LOVE THAT I LOST IS THE SAME LOVE THAT I NEED
THAT MY HEART HAS BROKEN IN A BILLION PIECES AND BLEED
FOR YOU TOO COME BACK TO ME
WHEN OUR LOVE WAS MEANT TO BE

WHY MOST I BEG FOR YOUR LOVE
WHEN I TOUCH YOU YOU SAY THAT NO OTHER HAS TOUCHED YOU LIKE I HAVE
WHEN YOU SAY THAT NO OTHER HAS EVER MADE YOU FEEL THE WAY I DO
CARESSING YOU, HOLDING YOU, CARING FOR YOU
WHILE LOVING YOU UNCONDITIONALLY TOO

WHY MOST I BEG FOR YOUR LOVE
WHEN YOU SAY THAT WHEN WE MAKE LOVE IT’S REALLY LOVE
THAT NOTHING ELSE HAS FELT SO GREAT THAN ANY ABOVE
AND THAT’S HOW WE KNOW THAT WE HAVE HIT CHECK MATE
WHEN WE FOUND EACH OTHER AS SOULMATE’S

SO WHY MOST I BEG FOR YOUR LOVE
WHEN EVERYTHING IS IN PLACE
AT THE RIGHT TIME AND THE RIGHT PLACE
THAT KNOW ONE CAN TAKE OUR PLACE

WHY MOST I BEG FOR YOU LOVE!!!!!!

Linggo, Agosto 17, 2008

...POETS' corner

The 26-Hour Day


It is black bear o'clock
when the nightmare stalks
dormeurs like you, little
conjuring head. I will stay
here tonight, blow the dust
from your lashes, I'll lullaby bears
from your willow branch bed.
Before I knew you,
I was like you, I was loved, too,
in this same bed. It was black
bear o'clock, and with no one
beside me, the bear bit
the veins in my neck.

Sommeil, speak, I
hear you, your lisping
and lusting, your syllables
gusting, and mutterings hued.
And I will not sing
any earthly thing. I will not
tell you the country
you live in. Just stay in
your elsewhere and no one
will hear us. It's black
bear o'clock, sleep as long as you're
able. There's no one else here I
would ever let wake you.