THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Life - ain't bizarre

vanilla - night ,
moi - adroit,
time - confused,
lies - speed up the truth,
magic - rush ???
emotional - flush.

perfect - tunes,
fire - without fumes,
caught - in a hutch,
situation - clutch,
under - influence,
missing - confluence,
and - so ???
fools - eat crow.

2 comments:

Fosix said...

you sound just like crouching tigress :)

Seashells said...

@ fosix

LOL !!! I didn't see dat coming... I wonder what she thinks about it...