I read the question,
with no devotion nor attention,
not knowing the annilation,
of the 'lady' in my possession.
...
Words twist and tumble
Through my mind
But I can't grab the right word
Or the right line
...
Every morning I wake up
Realizing you're really far away
...
Whence forth the lords of Geneva gazed
Upon, hundredth an hour fruitfully ablazed
...
You don't know how I'm feeling
I have yet to look you in the eyes
...
I went cycling,
in a land so brightening,
its beauty so presenting and touch so appealing.
...
As i hold my pen,
i know not of Ben, nt men,
nor women.
for its time to sit in my den,
...
To fanatyczna koncepcja niemal jak s-f
daloby sie ja zrealizowac moglibysmy
zaistniec wszyscy
rozwiniete skrzydla i wielkie bale
...
Am on my heels
going after the wheels
just to remove the peels of your well guarded steels.
...
Moi university student taking communications and PR. Like writing poems, performing etc. Eager to learn from other poets. The next big PR guru in KENYA)
Facebook.
I have a book,
that has a face,
it is sane,
but the users are insane.
People talk with it, to it and about it.
I have heard of it, and now am using it. Thence here it it, i present to you....the book that has a face.
Through the book,
love is sown or broken,
stolen or woken, nurtured or cultured.
People gossip or worship. Such a mystery it poses, n it has a face.
People updat status, let alone profile and pictures. Either single or complicated, the book accommodates all.
It is a super book,
though it is addictive,
can make you abusive, if not render you submisive.
Beware of it, for it is real.
I have a book, that has a face.
I have:
FACEBOOK!
NICE WORK.KEEP UP ....................................................