TO HER MAJESTY MY QUEEN

TO HER MAJESTY MY QUEEN

A Poem by PROPAGANDIST

To Her Majesty My Queen

When ever she leaves trees Rattle and offer her their leaves as a sacrifice to her Devine being for being just a being is no ordinary feat

Apon return from the land of dream there was a seamstress of affection affectionately effect my affection  who I tried to impress But my reluctance proved futile for Denial  was unacceptable retreat was defeat

This must be a bad omen, I must have stepped on a crack on the street from this day on I was a defeated man the thought of her sickens me I fear for my life  every time m not with her because I have arguments with my heart whenever she is not near and it attacks the cage that contains it and so trust me when I say with every thought of her my heart skips a beat and I can't help but allow her entry to lie, dine and linger in my cerebrum, cerebellum and medulla oblongata


Many mental centuries ago I was an assassin and shot every heart in sight until I felt I was the sniper that shot Cupid out of the sky as pay back for making people fall for people that don't share the affection

Then I met her and like that it was like Cupid was re-incarnated and had two AK47 and loaded with bullets of infatuation aimed straight at my heart with a picture of my Afridiety and for a second I felt unworthy and saw it as a punishment for past aggressions I took the challenge  shared the passion for it is said that one must accept their destiny or be consumed by it and as it stayed she was destined for I, even death could not separate me and her because if she died I would study the black Arts until she could be resurrected like Lazarus maybe I ll ask help from the man from Nazareth


 And like a serpent her grip tightened till I was frightened thinking this chick will be my demise  so I had to run away but the power of her Ora made it difficult I don't hate that I love her I hate that my mind regards her as the wind and blows her face into my every thought

And I waved:"HI" and there was no reply.

i contained myself from crawling up and down my frown till i was renowned

for being a mad man, i was willing to persue her

stop, hand held, hi said

Jokes given

escaping to giggles

history written

nearly smitten

Next thing it was feeling

NICE

Wait it was not fait so i found no need to debate

hoping she could relate in a different state

that's enough of that escapade


i tend to get lost in my imagination

for there is no plastic woman that can match-box

alternating tendancies into sense filled emotion you see

you need not impress me with tit out a*s shake nudity becouse

theat is not new to me but i want to taste your reality dip myself in your

mentality study your personallity becouse i wanna know you profoundly for its not about getting you to undress but about the issues we address

iwaan be "that" guy for you, who is hated by all other guys becouse every gesture they try wouldn't come close to just the way i look at you

i wanna ruin you for other guys becouse you are too intellegent to be settling for mediocracy iwant to confuse you into thought so to distill your destiny even if its not with me

SHE WILL BE THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS

So i made a genuine Dream-catcher

for whenever she appears it will trap and incarnate her she will be my temptation so

i will call her Eve-ning miss as she causes a stutter from my Adams Apple

i need to meet her quickly

AWW (yawn)

LET ME GO SLEEP

© 2012 PROPAGANDIST


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PROPAGANDIST
PROPAGANDIST

mafikeng, North West, South Africa



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