Take a walk sweet angel

I sit here and watch her lost eyes
Flickering with the disco ball
A hundred globes round a merry go
I see the shadow of her bonnet covering the eyes
Yet a hundred globe lights will not outshine her star
In stealth mode I read her minds, keystrokes by stroke
I feel her soul wailing and mourning, She want to go
She want to be in a journey of a million light years
Her heart is strong and fighting the vices of the globe lights
The Echo of the buffers and the swagger and sways of street walkers
They fill the place and reminiscent the recreating of the red lights
In a way, I tell myself
This is right, in a way I want the music to stop for her
I want the lights to dim and watch the glitter of her eyes
I want the echoes of wailing and mourning from her soul to stop
I have a fifty in my wallet, it too much to pay the price
I will, if I can give her the fifty, Pledge to pay the bearer in demand
I cannot, her pal tell me o’er the moon, she is fresh
She won’t be a street walker, but this is a brothel
A silent prayer for her is all I do; hopefully she will get to walk dear Lord.
Take a walk sweet angel.

Just a Thought Antoinnette

I wade through this maze of thoughts in my sleep Antoinnette

I stumble upon a series of picture perfect

Panoramic glittering of gold dust

Yonder in green meadows. Paradise, YES,

Endless kaleidoscope of spring splendour

Only fairies liveth in thy beauty

My eyes lock, homing towards the fairly of them all

Zeroing on the best perfect of perfections, more gold dust, even diamonds

Seen only by the blurry image of summer nights, a meteor shower for fireworks

Wake up I will not, till the zenith of time.

Die not my fairly charm, light my spirit

Touch not, my fragile Indra Swallotail.

Oh Yes, I can touch, Wings curves of flowing locks,

Bare ebony bosom on a silky skin

Oh chastely a twill of divine tweed. Drink thee from the nipples blossom

Then, can't beseech thee, can't Love thee.

My heart a gazillions pieces.

Heart Broken by the courtesan trollop strumpet.

I seek thee your strength my fairly angel

Sundown will teach I to Love thee.

Love

Richard