"A candle-light vigil to the past years of his life"A Poem by fattycbreezy52A present to my dearest friend, Tom Mcroberts on his 21st birthday"I worry that this pump you've been using on my ego has me in real danger of bursting one of these days",said he While I was telling him to abase himself and limit his excellency. I wanted to stop the deluge of those pearls of wisdom and locutions by erecting a breathtaking obstruction in the form of a Great Barrier Reef! Never did the town of Milton Keynes in England seduce me into thinking of a man whose ambitious questions have long tantalized the world's best thinkers. His ingenious pieces act as a bait,to trap a multitude of shrewd thinkers. He comes totally crap-proof Wish could stick him to my body while dealing with some trolled spoofs He brags on being 21, Racing ahead of me by one year! He knows the melancholy which I hide in my purse, Faking a smile,being completely terse. He dazzled me with his ingenuity I was all shut, trying to feel the pressure of his verse and ambiguity "Static seconders"won zillions of hearts, Made him a heartthrob and extrapolated his unique style of art He expressed his anxiety on my being close to the epicenter, Earthquakes shaking me, with a natural holocaust about to enter. He is orgasming for a fresh,21 year old wine Waving "Frosty Jacks",a 15 year old cider,a complete goodbye. Folks around must be working with him on his candle-light vigil for teenage years, I am just packing a gift which comes with the signs of disposable fear. The only time I tried to separate the strands of his opaque hair,I could not succeed.! It was a soupy nostalgia,considering the fact that he was wearing a chic western cap. "Am I being dense? "Am I expressing a lot?" Huh,I am not good at expressing,I never was! He came like an aviator pulling me out of the blanket of darkness Under which I had been hiding after every 11 p.m. The only regret remains that he could not save my dearest teddy! His hairspray will no longer be that versatile styling product But his pieces will allow my organs to adduct. He can be a great trainer of mind, Compelling you to sit on that mat of verses and Instructing you to move your fore and hind. A pen pal whose twenty years have been completed. The one for whom this crude poem has been knitted. © 2015 fattycbreezy52Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 26, 2015 Last Updated on May 26, 2015 Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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