wayne34 Poetry (353)

Into the world am consumed
To the land of virtue reality
To the land where computors roem
A land of un reality

Mega bits and giga bits
All terms of sicience present
of past
Pens forgotten paper was the past
Now screens that light

Cursers we follow
We now write are spoken word in digital format
We store we save
Are memeries now stored locked away

To the cloud a virtue cloud
Served by many Servers
All data stored
We visit streetlife a city we creature are selfs are imaginery us
a new persona

We live in unreality

In dire straits
The poor man be
For he wanted a p
To the unknown

A toilet he wanted to find
High and low
He looked with strained look
He could not go to a bar for no pint he bought

So he look for a toilet in the park
All boarded up and locked shut
Desperate his need be
Mmm guess he will p up a tree

His zipper he did hold when a allow allow
Was herd
He lost his nerve and dashed to the main street
With a peek he did spy a toilet near bye

Mmm oh no said he five pence for a p
Out rages said he
Five p for a p
Mmm guess he will coghup jut to have a p

Oh how it was worth the expence just to save his modesty

She with her flowing long white hair
Bare from head to toe
On her beloved stallion she rode
Feet in stirrups to ease of ride to take pressure of the private sides

Nipples erect from the freezing cold
For the lady of bare modesty
Lady gadiver her name be
For mounted on her horssey for all to see
His main of whites and coat of silk
Her bare cheek on his back

She strides
With a swissh of her feet
A pull and tug
Off she galloped with glee
To the fair she did ride

To cheer the town folk as she ride

Along the secluded beach
When the tide is out
Along the golden yellow sand
Up the winding step
Hollowed out

The rock
The rising black stairs
The arching black weighted door
The key turns
Opened squeling hinge

The stairs ascend
One then the other the
Circular steps wind dark
and damp the erie feel of cold and damp

The winding steps 39 to count
The parapit
The view the sea
The roar of crashing waves beaneth
The lamp cold to touch
With lamp pressured and match in

hand the
Lamp is lite
the flashing lamp radiate its heat beams across a ocean deep
Shines upoun the crashing rocks
Echos the fog horns the lamp beams out

September here cold
Nights wind and rain
Blowery gales
Stormey
Weather

Wind chills late nights
Darkness reigns
Street lamps twinkle
Blackend skies star s hidden
By darkness vale

Cold chills
Jack frost approaches
Winter appoches on
In are shelter we hide
Snuggled up to the fireside

Curtaind closed to keep jackout
We shelter teles on snuggled up with the fire on

In your white dress
Of satin silk
Like a bride to be
My virgin queen

Hidden you hide
Your wings that fly
For your my guardin angel
Sent from heaven to follow me

To watch and confort me
When times are bad
Alone I feel
Empty ness

Pain dwells in me
I feel pain of life
Negative doughts
Your there watching me

I sence you waching me from
afar waiting watching
For when am down
Then your wings decend and
Your with me picking up my broken spirit

I carry on knowing your there my guardin angel
Your with me in spirit and are looking after me

Cobra hiss its fork tounge
Ears widen head surges high
Coiled body
tail rattle it only tune

Defends its domain
Rattles its tail
Poised ready to strike
Teeth projects

Its venom deep
Fast and hard
Fangs deep
It (.)(.) Waits

Poised eyes glare transfixed
Body waits musles poised hard as nails
To strike or wait till its safe

brunette hair intoxicates
Sexy eyes she dances for him
her gourges curves dance

She girates her heavenly curves
Intoxicating her heavenly charms she performs
Her intoxicating charm
Her belly dance

Under her spell in the moment
She rolls her hips sways her txts
He gazes as she dances for him

silky soft skin intoxicating amour
For she the dancer captivates him

To clean your mortal body
To cleanse your sole
To renew your sole
To breath new

Beginninings
To rid your sole of
Bad omens
To blow
Away

Your no
666
No more you shall be
To harp the angels sing
A new mortals sole now sings
With god you will drewl

now peace and rejoices
New beginnins beakon
Your new life begins

On the parapit
The figure of stone
Her mortal form
Set in fixed posse

Elegant cold to thouch
Those seductive curves
fingers and seductive toes
Cold to touch
Partly clad

Reviles her charm her parted
Dress reveals her desire for mortal sin
Marbled face
Her angelic figure her seductive hair and face

She projects her form in body and grace
Her hidden sole turned to stone
She hides her body within

To behold the chest:-)
Of hairy man
His flesh ripped and toned
With strengh of ten
Legs bulging

His iron grip
Buttocks hard and clenched
Tinny trunks hide what's not to see
He massages tones his body

His daily routine
Hours and hours
In the gym
To show those perfect byceps

Woman go week in the knees
To sample his body and hidden beneath
To kiss his lips to smell his demour
For want to sleep with him

To travel
In time a very different place
To the future
Or to the past

To allter are mistakes
To change what will be
To end are hard times
To fix are past

To mend are mistake
To end the past
Are new future we will create
A life of want fufilled

Are future bright
To travel at the speed of light
New york to sydney in just an hour
Na a blink of an eye a flash of light

You shop till you drop
And back home for tea to rest your waery feet
Hi love back again want a cup of tea