Titanic Twins Poems... The Dove!

My sword and its works…

I have a Soared that was given to me by the Lord…

It is eternal ageist infernal…

I am to use it to fight any evil bite…

And make a come back with delight…

 

Faith

Faith opens doors. Faith heals sores.

Faith understands.

Faith stands beside you.

Faith is for you. Faith walks with you.

Faith is deep.

Faith is something you grow.

Faith will let you glow.

 

Hope

Hope is something you need. Hope has no greed.

Hope has no need for speed. Hope helps you cope.

Hope is with you when you elope.

Hope is true. Hope can take away the feeling of blue.

Hope is in you.

 

Love

Love is endless. Love is strong. Love is simple. Love is foreverlong.

Love grows. Love glows. Love smiles. Love rains.

Love is beautiful. Love is playful.

Love never forgets. Love has no regrets. Love listens.

Love is kissing. Love is sometimes missing what it was kissing.

Love is something that you can feel. Love is real.

 

Simple

Simple is fun. Simple as the sun.

Simple is listening to a song, you can feel it move along.

Simple is simple it feels like a cute little dimple. Simple will twinkle.

Simple is simply easy, simple is not sleazy.

Simple is laughter. Simple is feeling the rain. Simple is playing a game.

Simple is peaceful. Simple does not bug. Simple gives a hug.

 

Joy

Joy is like a toy. Joy is fun in the sun.

Joy is kind. Joy is peace of mind.

Joy is simple. Joy is playing. Joy is gentle.

Joy has love. Joy comes from above. Joy is giving.

Joy is friendly. Joy has many.

Joy is beautiful. Joy is a swimming coy.

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The feather was found but made not a sound,

while the leafs blue around.

 

Money is nothing like hunny. Money is rude and crude.

 

Time is no rime. Time is slime it has no chime.

Time takes time and deliveres no clime.

You deliver the clime and the chime and the rime....

 

When light shines down on the vine it makes a rime.

It makes a rime that has nothing to do with time. It can relax your mind...

 

The west end tends to be beautiful, while the east side listens comfortably...

 

The hyperflipitator hears everything that you say,

he or she is just already into the next day...

 

My close are on while I close the door...

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Most leafs fall while, the money is still being made....

 

Sometimes

Sometimes things begin. Sometimes things get funny. Sometimes things can take a lot of money. Sometimes things just happen. Sometimes things are just a rappin. Sometimes things are. Sometimes things go only so far. Sometimes things peel. Sometimes you get a good deal. Sometimes things jump. Sometimes things are in a lump. Sometimes things feel good. Sometimes things need wood. Sometimes things end.

 

Pink Mink Stink Link

 

When the rain drops down on the ground it makes a clear sound...

When the rain drops down on a glass it sounds first class...

The Sun shines through the glass because it already did in the past

and it might last, it just depends on where you put the glass...

 

The buildings are tall and wide and sometimes deep but, where are the sheep?

 

The water can fall, does the earth make the call..?

 

The path in what shine is what is on my mind...

 

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The Moon

The Moon is spinning round and round while it's going faster then the speed of sound and there is no sound and no town to be found. The moon is simple enough to be found, but yea can't stay on the ground.....

 

Smile don’t frown, a smile is only half round, make a sound… I think I found something… Everything is happening, who’s rapping…Its time for tapping…
Let’s start flapping… Who’s there…? Have no despair… It’s not in the air… It’s when you sit in that chair…. Get up… What’s up…? That’s up… That’s down and that’s all a round…

Smile don’t frown, a smile is only half round, make a sound… Let me take your picture… Let me rub your feet but first we got to meet… What street? What time? Can I rime?

Smile don’t frown, a smile is only half round, don’t make a sound… I found a letter in a bottle is it you… It says whippy do… I know you… You’re the one with the silly shoe… What should I do…?

Smile don’t frown, a smile is only half round, make a sound… I think I found something… Did you find me…

 

Time is mine as I drink the wine is that fine?
Time is a line how long who knows...
I would rather not waste my time on a line when
I could snort it just fine, I have had to much wine
I have never done a line it would take to much time and I would also just wine....
What do you think of that line is it fine.
I don't care what kind of thought you have in your mind cause that line is mine and
it also has a rime enjoy the line you do not have much time...

 

Let’s go for a walk so we can talk and lets not look at the clock…

 

When the sun finds my face it performs a kind of Grace...
When the sun finds my lace it blows to my face...
When the grace of God enters he tickles me with feathers...

 

The key of time makes a rime that can open a door with a lime...
The key of time is devine with the presents of a chime...
The key of time does not wine it is just fine...
The key of time has a line that has no crime...
The key of time can grow like a vine...

 

my fingers are raw from playing gaitar...

I feel like a star but I never go far...

time is tickin but I'm not flipin...

 

My Love

I was with you and now your gone you killed your self and you live forever long...

I felt you when I was in my bed years after you choked your head...

Bless you my love my angel with the perfect touch...

Now I think we have a baby boy in heaven because of your perfect touch...

I miss you so, words can't express our flow

I feel you, I know you know where I am, I can feel you touch my hand....

I drempt of our baby boy he had blond hair like his Mum, is he one?


I was with you and now your gone you killed your self and you live forever long....

You came to me on a stormy day I could not belive you found your way...

Lightning crashed near me while you where floting above me

Then you came in me through the presence of God and o boy I did not feel od...


I was with you and now your gone you killed your self and you live forever long....

 

The flavor of life can be such a delight!

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