writing poems for a lifetime within a lifetime, in the meantime i do just about every thing under the sun following the moon and that's the jaunt of it. Enjoy :) and cheers! more »
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KrIsTi WiLsOn Poems
Mr.Irish Sailor Sir
Damn Boy-o, come tell me the fears i want to here, The tails i wish to see, the music i want to feel, and you, i want to taste
Because I Don'T Ever Want You
This is what I want I don't need you.... as much as you, you see In fact when I'm alone
A Collaboration Of Many
My eyes Froze, in thought. I saw you there with lips like ice, looks like sleet. I so badly wanted to meet. You had this brilliant smile and eyes so clear. You had a life like stones and spears, warm with spikes. Many men get chilled, but never thaw. I'm ok with that, I never wondered such a thought. If you were snow then, I love you so much more you know. Unlike snow I never missed you.... My mother told me long ago,
Oh Holyrrific Trace
A sad wind blew in my face, it did not scare me for I have faith. I think of all these things, but they do not take me very far, I eject them and i put in place far of these yet awful things. A trace of your holy face. I feel loved and I also feel distant, but I know,
More And More I See
I dreamed in this dream of you and i, i felt warm and cured all at the same time. In this dream of mine, you lay your head on me and fell to sleep the kindest close we've ever felt. A tiny kit did lay on my chest and he brought you closer to me,
Ah Sur La Lune
Oh! my love to the moon, rising over hills of grey streets wound of words. connect me to your power lines real energy surging through my open spoons. Tell me where have you found this exuberant creature? then with out hesitation, he said, ' well i have found you.'
I'M Grateful For Your Leave
Your thought on mine, elated in my fix. I did dream of you that night for a split second, what i felt was love yet burning just for you, all i wanted was for you to say something nice. My beautiful friend the fox, helped me with this distraction, and i am now left without my scar from you.
But If It Did, I Hope It Does:
'whispers within the zepher transcends...... a feathery telegraph of mingled yarn'
Winged Octopus Plans
Wings of might help me soar through the Night, with sea air wisping off the Light, let there be flight. O mystical monster of mine, tea and crumpets, love and trumpets.
Let Us Be Tonight!
Your frenzie pace, that hides in your face, reminds me not to open my teller of books to your ears, my mouth words, scare me to not know, is to not be able to move on.
Marmalade, and pumpkin pie, button noses and octopuses, yellow of mellow and full surprises, look inside and you will find
Things To Come
Burn your weary city down and turn that smile upside down Take that building clay and burn it to find the way
Mr.Irish Sailor Sir
Damn Boy-o, come tell me the fears i want to here,
The tails i wish to see, the music i want to feel,
and you, i want to taste
Tomarrow we'll take the town and burn it down, and watch the rays, iluminate our skin in-twind by wire and string, we bind.
We'll make the best of the best and through all the right circled souls
But my dear, my passion, so unruly
i can't live, without knowing you are mine! ?
or just wondering by?