About CS Poems (263)

Wake me slowly,
let me float here,
anchored inside myself,
gently abandoning my dreams from the rim of sleep.

All night I have swum in deep pools,
catching the moon in my mouth,
and letting it go,
darting with fishes in two directions and following their drift.

So "slowly"
wake me slowly.
Do not stir the water yet...

Nanny nanny this
Nanny nanny that,
Nanny I just made you
A mud pie in your hat.

Nanny I've something for you
But you have to close your eyes,
'Cos' if you see this wiggly worm
It won't be a surprise.

Nanny take me up that hill
Then roll back down with me,
And once we reach the bottom
Let me climb upon your knee.

Nanny I want cuddles
I want lots of kisses too,
And I want to tell you Nanny
I really do love you...

You make me laugh,
You make me cry,
You've made me fel in love...
And now
All i have to do
Is to thank you
For everything
You've made me feel.


I enjoy the games room,
I relax with the people
I meet.
Now i have friends
All over the world
More than i ever dreamt.


CS...forever!

What I want do I truly know?
My mind is random, A uniqe flow

When I have something to state
Next reaction, hesitate
I turn around, lock the gate

What do I want? Can I trust?
Just another sinfull lust?

I put on my mask, hold out my sheild
My compass, in a magnetic minefield

Quick decisions usually lead
To another blackening of my creed

What I want, I have learned
Another part of me, yet again burned

You were my guide, Always prepared
Without you, I am truly scared

Scared however is differend than weak,
I want no more
I seek.

I write for you. Just want you know! Always fresh and anew, themes that makes wallow. I stimulate your imagination, by provoking your thoughts. I recieved some indignation, for material i brought. Your sentiments i treasure; postings that congratulate, too. Makes me always remmember, i am writing for you. Criticise if you want, i am serving here! Be yourself, even blunt; a servant must forbear! Reject all my writings; if they're not true. From, your humble servant. Unknown: poet for you!

Americans celibrated today, having recieved the news, of victory by their own obama over the elusive osama bin laden. bin laden who was a torn in the side for americans, finally succumed at the hand of the man many doubted had the ability to dethrone him. obama who has been generally underrated by many; including some of his own countrymen, was in ripping form, as he dismantled the feared osama in just about 45mins. bin laden who has been described as a hit and run artiste, was reportedly cornered by obama; the the rest is now history. Americans now feel a sense of pride, and rightly so, as few had give them any chance of defeating the charismatic and crafty jihadest. With chants of god bless america, many flocked to the streets to celebrated, what is viewed by most as a historic and monumental victory. For those who are unsure of the time of day take note: as bin laden had his time; now it is america time. It is Barack Hussien Obama's finest hour!

When the heart migrates, no one can know, nor can one appreciate, a place it will go. As pain and anger, consume that poor soul. Broken hearts-one endangered, is what "someone" stole. Striped of its standard; the heart-lost love. A broke-heart is hard; it's like a dead dove. A dove any day, is beauty in the sky. Broken-heart, the other way, make you wanna die! A life-time of pain, is hard to bear. Dead-love makes for insane; no more: love-you dear! Stripped of its light, where do broken hearts go? This an un-manned flight, hence no one knows.

Color coded these somewhat
sharp and flat in raised relief
octave eights their intersect

Left over right moves right to left
Finger, finger, finger/thumb
doubling down to ante up

The jay-walk soon takes to running
twixt major and minors oncoming
and in striking, strikes more keys

To catapult; to hurtle & scatter
gyrated notes re-righting themselves
e, g, b, d, f -- f, a, c, e;
Spirit, soul, or troubles being
piano solo each our own

If.. I give you my heart
will you, dream me a dream
and paint me a rainbow too.

If.. I give you my heart
will you shower my world
with, the scent of the sweet morning dew.

If.. I give you my heart
will you walk by my side
as we laugh, holding hands in the rain.

If.. I give you my heart
will you, love and protect it
and shield it from sorrow and pain.....

I heard you call me in your sleep,

So here I am, barefoot,

Softly swaying on your temple,

Caressing your cheek in my,

Fantasy dance

A jewelled crown I make,

From the stars on your brow,

And with my veil, I dance for you,

To the rhythm of the soft music

I hear in your head,

An ancient dance of freedom,

An old dance to bring,

Rainbows back into your eyes,

You smile as in your sleep you see me,

Sliding down, barefoot,

On your chin, then tip toe,

Trying to reach your lips,

To sip from them,

The sweet nectar of love,

As daylight breaks,

I feel you stir, and the music,

Begins to fade, I bid you farewell,

As I gently slip away,

Until the next time you beckon me come,

To the castle in your dreams....