Amorist Grim
ABOUT ME
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Falling Palace of Requiem Imaginings
In search of words that bring us closer
To just give another way to reach a lover
All I have are phrases that end up together
So somewhere down the line it got clever
Like leaves in fall to justify love in season
For I tripped over infatuation for no reason
Hitting a thought laying in a grassy situation
Taken by the wind for gravitys definition
Illustration of the past goings of future news
Telling of strides that were taken for you
Because I didnt know what I really knew
With concepts of betterment holding you
So I look into how my arms could be those
Just the right size to fit all of your woes
On a cover where Im your heroes and foes
In a place where you were asking me to go
Amorist Words Grim
The Room of Daydreams
Perfection is a distorted image with you as the mode
Wishing I was your favorite chair; a spot in your abode
Setting the tone for your comfort amongst your space
In the midst of all your likes I inhabit a place
Yet with virtue being you, Ive got to get good thing
So I dream what a lover dreamt waiting for its being
Resting on hope as a coat you prefer on a labeled hanger
Where you can be the hanger holding me up as I cover
The fact that suspense couldnt hold me without you
Living in a world of macaroni art where love is gravitys glue
Playing as time is bliss because seconds are cherished
Amongst the putting together minutes got joy pushed
Only to bump into you when the hours round home
Seeking more ways to appreciate days with you as my sone
Necessity summed in the midst of weeks that got strong
Where hunting was brought with months that seem wrong
Amorist Words Grim
Brainstorming A Writing of Love
Aloof in the place of lovers a post is being chiseled
Carved in rocks so the lines are easily thrown missiles
Set for she who held the note that was soon to detonate
The shocks from ignitions fired from the king of prate
Out for her who turned the page on imagination for more
Jargon of how even the man on the hill smiles for sure
Thoughts of vision tossed in a game of catch to the future
Words of virtue loving an amorist that only got bolder
All the while imprinting how far a line can have gone
If shattered on the way, every letter got to her on its own
Dwelling on hopes that she mends it as she did a heart
So the art represented was on her part
Justification to a tale of truth written on an asteroid
Having broken down entering earth causing hypnoid
Dreams of a life giving more value to what is summed as love
Devoted to all of its aspects; her and above
Amorist Words Grim
Air Sandwich Dance
With a breeze playing a tune for our gyration
Defiance of gravity is studied with admiration
Taught in life lifting the boundaries of a hold
Redefining air to pavement ignorant to getting old
Jam couldnt come between our coming together
Breaking fast for food soaring to each other
Suspension is bacon so on strips of wind we pan
Heated space between feet and earth; the illusion fan
Walked over so something has blame for difference
Eggs are time scrambled so days lack sense
Making her and I bread undivided while cooking
With a spread of jams as reason to a meaning
That a cloud couldnt hold what our dance made
So we went around them making storms delayed
Never leaving ground yet always above the atmosphere
But thats just how it is when everything is in her being here
Amorist Words Grim
From The Dreamer Locked in The Middle
To she who made being centered a way of living
On a thin shred of air; yea, to her who is sliding
To want belittles the need so I desire a must
Losing myself to a frame as if winning was your bust
Portraits of goddesses arent considered sketches to your silhouette
A frame to hold if ever a chance was presented that let
Speaking at times isnt saying so thought lingers silent
Shouts go whispered on lyrics mimicking unknown hints
With an aromic ear living to a feel of the unnoticed
In the state of her as if phrases have me hocused
Found with a thought that someday leads to truth
Where living is pop rocks dancing with a sweet tooth
That place we are proof of another time keeping space
A spot where running isnt considered in race
Not when victory rest on features my pupils are drawn to
As if I had to see a she perfect for me to believe its you
Amorist Words Grim
Blind Ambition
Feeling Shakespearean, hoping Fair Monae speaks again
A phrase for me would only keep me amongst thoughts sane
Or some saying that her future can rest with me
Tomorrows sought today, in short, such as calling me Amory
Dazzling concepts a profile owns; and I want to use my seal
Permanent messages locked in her, read to a chill
Cloaked in cape she levitates on a line flying with a spin
She flies, its Jane and I hope shes heading where she begins
West of all that is east having faith in a chance
Better todays giving hope for one which we share a dance
At least a glance should be held in palms meant to hold on
Multitasked pupils handling some conversation
Seen if shown that blind titles still define the scribe written
Maybe of a rib that took place in the design you were given
The brief wonders of one hoping to have learned
Words of a fool for she whom he wishes had some in return
Amorist Words Grim
Acoustics to Soul
As space strums some life to rhythm
Cords of hope hold tease to a system
Walking on space was gravity to bass
Some spirit ran of shock; some chase
To be or to be is hard with more thought
Metronomes got lost on sound taught
Patience became time wasted on tempo sped
Going away while following what lead
To have stopped while going on dreads beat
As she in some other galaxy is dedicated a sheet
Grim tones of passion ring over the play
Merriment was jargon to a song for the day
Staged dreams seeking past fictions to reality
Confusion received symbolized imagery
Dancing was a spin on lost meanings
While the occasion faded shortly after the singing
Amorist Words Grim
Setting of Lines
Seconds saved to stretch a minute
Hours spread in existence to jut
Days having meaning lacking activity
So weeks play on concepts of beauty
Thought jamboree lasted months to be
Held over time in oblivions custody
Amongst stars; forever touching today
Space where for a while one dwells away
To galaxy 143 where The Lovers Rock is
If lost Cupid aims daggers at the premise
Of the opinions of Amorist Words Grim
Adoration tones which arent quit dim
Love terms making a name a conundrum
Senseless sensibility phrased must be dumb
Amorist Words Grim
Amorist is Seeking Love
Hate took a toll on the present
Peoples fear of falling is stamped evident
Living up to past pains are current joys
Phrases from ago that now employs
Change got patient; with desire of virtue
While I got lost in thoughts that saw you
Lines of bliss telling future times of yore
Read to my temple keeping you amongst the core
Hope is a feast that faith is serving
Dreams are the dessert in the making
Passion is sought by those lacking devotion
Unknowing that together is a better combustion
For the bomb there is, is said to be innovative
Beauty is held as an idea not taken figurative
Tales of two who belong past today so all cry for tomorrow
While Im trying to catch up to her who was letting go
Amorist Words Grim
Just Be My Lady
And everything will be alright
Just Be My Lady
I will love you every day and night
Just Be My Lady
I promise you everything will be alright
Just Be My Lady
That's really what you ought to do
Just Be My Lady
This love I have was meant for you
Just Be My Lady
Everything you ask of me sweet heart I'll do for you
My Promise to you is I'll always be true
No matter what No One, No One trys to do
To death do us part you can have my heart forever
And that's a Long, Long time
Just Be My Lady
I'm saying all I'm gonna say
Just Be My Lady
Just take my hand and I'll lead the way
Just Be My Lady
There's no never time to start the today, today
Just Be My Lady
All Mine
Just Be My Lady
All Mine
Just Be My Lady
All Mine
Just Be My Lady
All Mine
Just Be My Lady
Moon Beams Dance with Amorist Words
When hands meet and waist with shoulders become equal
Terms of endearment play on a scale for soul survival
Sky tinted rhythms blend making a moment ceaseless
The boxed step of uncontained space being limitless
Light is her glow which is turned on in her gyration
Heart jubilance of two lifts those which have a connection
A vibe that left rations on a floor for area to gather
The aria feet played gliding while silence strummed an air
Two smiles holding more joy than a million joyful laughers
Repetitions course has a token justifying the fare
Free travel has a boogie that is in fear of a stand still
Roads of song which are smoother than a soaring feel
All lead to she whom should be waltzing with me
The meant conditioning leaving foreboded lovers with a key
One her tone suited so the sound had to be fitted
An album of heart measurements taken in stride elated
Amorist Words Grim
Sublime
With arms only seeking truth joined to her hips
Passion dined in bliss looking to leave tips
Just watching time go unaware of its arrival
Thoughts of merriment in rosy mush room scribble
Some attribute sent from lips of distant
A sensation of liberty in absence from pleasant
Home is where my heart went with looking lost in it
In search of some logical shoes which fit
Sense that she found while one was dense
Glimpses of tomorrow in sheets from hence
On gone was todays scribe foreboding
Clarity is a journey meant to be traveling
Portraits portray what love should get to
Reading is farfetched or I found some clue
A tale with a better fate is the best dream
Rhythms with words have meaning it seems
Amorist Words Grim
Motivational Motives
Chants for a lover ring as that call coming through
Tones of vibrant silence with digits that reach you
The note of four pages held on discs; reigning suites
Remixes elaborate how much was meant on previous sheets
Aye Amorist wonders if he is truly this deep lover
Fate holds the future while my arms seek her
Believing is hard with more doubt than faith
The virtue of patience is evident in my wait
Days try in ways that convince an idea that a mind is lost
To pay for sanity is buying commonality, being different lacks cost
Mind control has gone to thoughts so call me the thinker
Fantasy is a place I wake to for my fix as a dreamer
As if each page gets me closer I feel scrolls
Words are the new doe and she gets my rolls
Yearning to shout while learning how to shut up
Would you believe my unknown truth if I held it up?
Amorist Words Grim
Recess Is Always In
In a place where words are play, we have fun on sheets
Phrases are games that flow to the next off repeat
She and I run on scribes sketched in stone to mold time
In a sand box she turns glass tones into star sounding rhymes
I chase her through space; a wonderland of lines
That told of times when catching her was all mines
Hop-scotching dreams while jumping around stars
To have the unknown are the sports watched in bars
Climbing through strides toward the slide of fate
Defying gravity with passion for air; in love kicking hate
The jungle is a gym where clips are made of her workout
I seek definition in a cosmic dressing with a shout
Locked inside that dome of bars missing her contemporary art
It went to that place of roses without a featured start
Her playground goes for rounds with Mary
And I just go around with her super natural actuality
Amorist Words Grim
Initially Hers; The Italic Rage
Deeper than the depth of epitomes core
In an oblique time where her song needs a score
My letters are her key notes and aye she plays
Loving her beyond numeric merit in immeasurable ways
The ignorance of bliss left me missing what wasnt met to miss
Lists of phrases; praises for the lips that mine longed to kiss
Her motifs swindle my spirit; I fight my nature in moving to it
Yet the fight cases more rage and neither one of us will stop the hit
Myths of realities unmentioned knocking on unknown doors for introduction
Nocturnal speeches left unheard by over crowded audiences; time to listen
Songs of silent meaning ringing out of her and feeding me
And as if it were a cats meow mix I eat her fantasies
Great are the portions given to the masses; feeding the future
Passion lies with her on a sheet I wove for her
The love story we lived in her dreams; the pattern
Warming her nights with embalming fluid terms
Burning sensations leave her kicking off sheets finding life without them to be cold
Freezing her heart until my concepts unthaw the chill soul
After she resurrected mine from the grave I always tended to have dug
Giving a page power over the mind; Words, the new drug
Smoked out ideas as if written in grey from a black heart
Crazed over the crave for the unknown known in lifes art
P.S.
Where, oh where, where has she gone
Where could my ArchAndroid be
She came and gone without her face being shown
Why wont she come back for me
Amorist Words Grim
Prelude to a Wish
The tone of lyrics her lips praise
Are the statutes for harmonic days
Ballads are seen by hearing Mays
Measuring meters on metronome sways
Words noting terms and playing letters
Keys to dreams of an eye opener
Bird sounds that look to the future
Some tune that seemed to lock a sleeper
Opening wonder meant for her land
So childish; grown, trying to be her man
A few circuits short; titled a foolish fan
She shouldnt dance alone when I have hands
Pirouettes of hers ending in my arms
Having began on a premise Love charms
Chimes running on a humming harm
Beginning the song harmonious on alarms
Amorist Words Grim
Wonkaland Sees
I follow bird sounds from my dreams
Like winds catching of a live stream
Over a body of curves that flowed
Were waves of prosperity painted gold
Getting rich off sight in a blind spot
Looking up to find me where the skys not
But space is infinite, gravity goes unfound
Letters puzzled on phrases scattered around
Lost in how shes doing as if we shared a hi
Infatuation wore love and made it fly
The fit was seen on screen and held in thought
A vision I hid so my looking wouldnt get caught
Dearly meant lines of a droid to a lover
Had me thinking if Amorist got crazier
Or found sense in over thinking fiction
However since her my statements are missions
Amorist Words Grim
Steps for Love
An equation which has a solution missing
Perimeter strides leaving a primeval walk kicking
Paces held near a canvas showing an artist the way
Traveling on time by means of seconds of play
Running from a future that held the unknown
As my yawns lead me back to where hope is shown
Feet meeting concrete sliding on gravel
Dancing made easy but I fell for the babble
A level staircase that a slide got me through
Treading in a place where the one wondering is you
Deft wakes the blind passerby past the sound
As light stomps help the deaf catch the vibrations around
Skipping to the future while lollygagging the present
Two sides fighting hope; tales of him with the dent
The battle of strolls to be had began a war
With the victor being they with something to fight for
Amorist Words Grim
Personified Dreams
My ego runs off my superego to where my id has no I. D.
However they are the reflections of wants of her from me
Ophthalmic expressed in sketch, dressed in an opus
With more grasp than the wind taking hold of the lotus
Breeze manumitting: unable to grip the force of its hold
Some oratorio that was inimitable made hands bold
Two reached for her amongst legs in stride, taking a slide
Just to tell about times when out of reach was a guide
Manifesting in a blurry view toasting opportune hope
Bathing in a realistic dream cleansed with wishful soap
Conception of smiles she sings of that all should be having
Fantasy is amongst the elements; natures visioning
Life of concentricity existing in phrases that came separate
Mind tripping; using tubes addressed to you to spectate
Views of the past that lay lively seen by those whove seen the scream
A place where you have to sleep on reality in waking to a dream
Amorist Words Grim
Comments
I fear the amount of comments
I fear the amount of comments I left on this website. Yet would love to know sometime.
Falling Palace of Requiem Imaginings
In search of words that bring us closer
To just give another way to reach a lover
All I have are phrases that end up together
So somewhere down the line it got clever
Like leaves in fall to justify love in season
For I tripped over infatuation for no reason
Hitting a thought laying in a grassy situation
Taken by the wind for gravitys definition
Illustration of the past goings of future news
Telling of strides that were taken for you
Because I didnt know what I really knew
With concepts of betterment holding you
So I look into how my arms could be those
Just the right size to fit all of your woes
On a cover where Im your heroes and foes
In a place where you were asking me to go
Amorist Words Grim
The Room of Daydreams
Perfection is a distorted image with you as the mode
Wishing I was your favorite chair; a spot in your abode
Setting the tone for your comfort amongst your space
In the midst of all your likes I inhabit a place
Yet with virtue being you, Ive got to get good thing
So I dream what a lover dreamt waiting for its being
Resting on hope as a coat you prefer on a labeled hanger
Where you can be the hanger holding me up as I cover
The fact that suspense couldnt hold me without you
Living in a world of macaroni art where love is gravitys glue
Playing as time is bliss because seconds are cherished
Amongst the putting together minutes got joy pushed
Only to bump into you when the hours round home
Seeking more ways to appreciate days with you as my sone
Necessity summed in the midst of weeks that got strong
Where hunting was brought with months that seem wrong
Amorist Words Grim
Brainstorming A Writing of Love
Aloof in the place of lovers a post is being chiseled
Carved in rocks so the lines are easily thrown missiles
Set for she who held the note that was soon to detonate
The shocks from ignitions fired from the king of prate
Out for her who turned the page on imagination for more
Jargon of how even the man on the hill smiles for sure
Thoughts of vision tossed in a game of catch to the future
Words of virtue loving an amorist that only got bolder
All the while imprinting how far a line can have gone
If shattered on the way, every letter got to her on its own
Dwelling on hopes that she mends it as she did a heart
So the art represented was on her part
Justification to a tale of truth written on an asteroid
Having broken down entering earth causing hypnoid
Dreams of a life giving more value to what is summed as love
Devoted to all of its aspects; her and above
Amorist Words Grim
Air Sandwich Dance
With a breeze playing a tune for our gyration
Defiance of gravity is studied with admiration
Taught in life lifting the boundaries of a hold
Redefining air to pavement ignorant to getting old
Jam couldnt come between our coming together
Breaking fast for food soaring to each other
Suspension is bacon so on strips of wind we pan
Heated space between feet and earth; the illusion fan
Walked over so something has blame for difference
Eggs are time scrambled so days lack sense
Making her and I bread undivided while cooking
With a spread of jams as reason to a meaning
That a cloud couldnt hold what our dance made
So we went around them making storms delayed
Never leaving ground yet always above the atmosphere
But thats just how it is when everything is in her being here
Amorist Words Grim
From The Dreamer Locked in The Middle
To she who made being centered a way of living
On a thin shred of air; yea, to her who is sliding
To want belittles the need so I desire a must
Losing myself to a frame as if winning was your bust
Portraits of goddesses arent considered sketches to your silhouette
A frame to hold if ever a chance was presented that let
Speaking at times isnt saying so thought lingers silent
Shouts go whispered on lyrics mimicking unknown hints
With an aromic ear living to a feel of the unnoticed
In the state of her as if phrases have me hocused
Found with a thought that someday leads to truth
Where living is pop rocks dancing with a sweet tooth
That place we are proof of another time keeping space
A spot where running isnt considered in race
Not when victory rest on features my pupils are drawn to
As if I had to see a she perfect for me to believe its you
Amorist Words Grim
Blind Ambition
Feeling Shakespearean, hoping Fair Monae speaks again
A phrase for me would only keep me amongst thoughts sane
Or some saying that her future can rest with me
Tomorrows sought today, in short, such as calling me Amory
Dazzling concepts a profile owns; and I want to use my seal
Permanent messages locked in her, read to a chill
Cloaked in cape she levitates on a line flying with a spin
She flies, its Jane and I hope shes heading where she begins
West of all that is east having faith in a chance
Better todays giving hope for one which we share a dance
At least a glance should be held in palms meant to hold on
Multitasked pupils handling some conversation
Seen if shown that blind titles still define the scribe written
Maybe of a rib that took place in the design you were given
The brief wonders of one hoping to have learned
Words of a fool for she whom he wishes had some in return
Amorist Words Grim
Acoustics to Soul
As space strums some life to rhythm
Cords of hope hold tease to a system
Walking on space was gravity to bass
Some spirit ran of shock; some chase
To be or to be is hard with more thought
Metronomes got lost on sound taught
Patience became time wasted on tempo sped
Going away while following what lead
To have stopped while going on dreads beat
As she in some other galaxy is dedicated a sheet
Grim tones of passion ring over the play
Merriment was jargon to a song for the day
Staged dreams seeking past fictions to reality
Confusion received symbolized imagery
Dancing was a spin on lost meanings
While the occasion faded shortly after the singing
Amorist Words Grim
Setting of Lines
Seconds saved to stretch a minute
Hours spread in existence to jut
Days having meaning lacking activity
So weeks play on concepts of beauty
Thought jamboree lasted months to be
Held over time in oblivions custody
Amongst stars; forever touching today
Space where for a while one dwells away
To galaxy 143 where The Lovers Rock is
If lost Cupid aims daggers at the premise
Of the opinions of Amorist Words Grim
Adoration tones which arent quit dim
Love terms making a name a conundrum
Senseless sensibility phrased must be dumb
Amorist Words Grim
Amorist is Seeking Love
Hate took a toll on the present
Peoples fear of falling is stamped evident
Living up to past pains are current joys
Phrases from ago that now employs
Change got patient; with desire of virtue
While I got lost in thoughts that saw you
Lines of bliss telling future times of yore
Read to my temple keeping you amongst the core
Hope is a feast that faith is serving
Dreams are the dessert in the making
Passion is sought by those lacking devotion
Unknowing that together is a better combustion
For the bomb there is, is said to be innovative
Beauty is held as an idea not taken figurative
Tales of two who belong past today so all cry for tomorrow
While Im trying to catch up to her who was letting go
Amorist Words Grim
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Just Be My Lady
And everything will be alright
Just Be My Lady
I will love you every day and night
Just Be My Lady
I promise you everything will be alright
Just Be My Lady
That's really what you ought to do
Just Be My Lady
This love I have was meant for you
Just Be My Lady
Everything you ask of me sweet heart I'll do for you
My Promise to you is I'll always be true
No matter what No One, No One trys to do
To death do us part you can have my heart forever
And that's a Long, Long time
Just Be My Lady
I'm saying all I'm gonna say
Just Be My Lady
Just take my hand and I'll lead the way
Just Be My Lady
There's no never time to start the today, today
Just Be My Lady
All Mine
Just Be My Lady
All Mine
Just Be My Lady
All Mine
Just Be My Lady
All Mine
Just Be My Lady
Moon Beams Dance with Amorist Words
When hands meet and waist with shoulders become equal
Terms of endearment play on a scale for soul survival
Sky tinted rhythms blend making a moment ceaseless
The boxed step of uncontained space being limitless
Light is her glow which is turned on in her gyration
Heart jubilance of two lifts those which have a connection
A vibe that left rations on a floor for area to gather
The aria feet played gliding while silence strummed an air
Two smiles holding more joy than a million joyful laughers
Repetitions course has a token justifying the fare
Free travel has a boogie that is in fear of a stand still
Roads of song which are smoother than a soaring feel
All lead to she whom should be waltzing with me
The meant conditioning leaving foreboded lovers with a key
One her tone suited so the sound had to be fitted
An album of heart measurements taken in stride elated
Amorist Words Grim
Sublime
With arms only seeking truth joined to her hips
Passion dined in bliss looking to leave tips
Just watching time go unaware of its arrival
Thoughts of merriment in rosy mush room scribble
Some attribute sent from lips of distant
A sensation of liberty in absence from pleasant
Home is where my heart went with looking lost in it
In search of some logical shoes which fit
Sense that she found while one was dense
Glimpses of tomorrow in sheets from hence
On gone was todays scribe foreboding
Clarity is a journey meant to be traveling
Portraits portray what love should get to
Reading is farfetched or I found some clue
A tale with a better fate is the best dream
Rhythms with words have meaning it seems
Amorist Words Grim
I'm sure that I am in love with Ms. Robinson
Motivational Motives
Chants for a lover ring as that call coming through
Tones of vibrant silence with digits that reach you
The note of four pages held on discs; reigning suites
Remixes elaborate how much was meant on previous sheets
Aye Amorist wonders if he is truly this deep lover
Fate holds the future while my arms seek her
Believing is hard with more doubt than faith
The virtue of patience is evident in my wait
Days try in ways that convince an idea that a mind is lost
To pay for sanity is buying commonality, being different lacks cost
Mind control has gone to thoughts so call me the thinker
Fantasy is a place I wake to for my fix as a dreamer
As if each page gets me closer I feel scrolls
Words are the new doe and she gets my rolls
Yearning to shout while learning how to shut up
Would you believe my unknown truth if I held it up?
Amorist Words Grim
Recess Is Always In
In a place where words are play, we have fun on sheets
Phrases are games that flow to the next off repeat
She and I run on scribes sketched in stone to mold time
In a sand box she turns glass tones into star sounding rhymes
I chase her through space; a wonderland of lines
That told of times when catching her was all mines
Hop-scotching dreams while jumping around stars
To have the unknown are the sports watched in bars
Climbing through strides toward the slide of fate
Defying gravity with passion for air; in love kicking hate
The jungle is a gym where clips are made of her workout
I seek definition in a cosmic dressing with a shout
Locked inside that dome of bars missing her contemporary art
It went to that place of roses without a featured start
Her playground goes for rounds with Mary
And I just go around with her super natural actuality
Amorist Words Grim
Initially Hers; The Italic Rage
Deeper than the depth of epitomes core
In an oblique time where her song needs a score
My letters are her key notes and aye she plays
Loving her beyond numeric merit in immeasurable ways
The ignorance of bliss left me missing what wasnt met to miss
Lists of phrases; praises for the lips that mine longed to kiss
Her motifs swindle my spirit; I fight my nature in moving to it
Yet the fight cases more rage and neither one of us will stop the hit
Myths of realities unmentioned knocking on unknown doors for introduction
Nocturnal speeches left unheard by over crowded audiences; time to listen
Songs of silent meaning ringing out of her and feeding me
And as if it were a cats meow mix I eat her fantasies
Great are the portions given to the masses; feeding the future
Passion lies with her on a sheet I wove for her
The love story we lived in her dreams; the pattern
Warming her nights with embalming fluid terms
Burning sensations leave her kicking off sheets finding life without them to be cold
Freezing her heart until my concepts unthaw the chill soul
After she resurrected mine from the grave I always tended to have dug
Giving a page power over the mind; Words, the new drug
Smoked out ideas as if written in grey from a black heart
Crazed over the crave for the unknown known in lifes art
P.S.
Where, oh where, where has she gone
Where could my ArchAndroid be
She came and gone without her face being shown
Why wont she come back for me
Amorist Words Grim
Prelude to a Wish
The tone of lyrics her lips praise
Are the statutes for harmonic days
Ballads are seen by hearing Mays
Measuring meters on metronome sways
Words noting terms and playing letters
Keys to dreams of an eye opener
Bird sounds that look to the future
Some tune that seemed to lock a sleeper
Opening wonder meant for her land
So childish; grown, trying to be her man
A few circuits short; titled a foolish fan
She shouldnt dance alone when I have hands
Pirouettes of hers ending in my arms
Having began on a premise Love charms
Chimes running on a humming harm
Beginning the song harmonious on alarms
Amorist Words Grim
Wonkaland Sees
I follow bird sounds from my dreams
Like winds catching of a live stream
Over a body of curves that flowed
Were waves of prosperity painted gold
Getting rich off sight in a blind spot
Looking up to find me where the skys not
But space is infinite, gravity goes unfound
Letters puzzled on phrases scattered around
Lost in how shes doing as if we shared a hi
Infatuation wore love and made it fly
The fit was seen on screen and held in thought
A vision I hid so my looking wouldnt get caught
Dearly meant lines of a droid to a lover
Had me thinking if Amorist got crazier
Or found sense in over thinking fiction
However since her my statements are missions
Amorist Words Grim
Steps for Love
An equation which has a solution missing
Perimeter strides leaving a primeval walk kicking
Paces held near a canvas showing an artist the way
Traveling on time by means of seconds of play
Running from a future that held the unknown
As my yawns lead me back to where hope is shown
Feet meeting concrete sliding on gravel
Dancing made easy but I fell for the babble
A level staircase that a slide got me through
Treading in a place where the one wondering is you
Deft wakes the blind passerby past the sound
As light stomps help the deaf catch the vibrations around
Skipping to the future while lollygagging the present
Two sides fighting hope; tales of him with the dent
The battle of strolls to be had began a war
With the victor being they with something to fight for
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Personified Dreams
My ego runs off my superego to where my id has no I. D.
However they are the reflections of wants of her from me
Ophthalmic expressed in sketch, dressed in an opus
With more grasp than the wind taking hold of the lotus
Breeze manumitting: unable to grip the force of its hold
Some oratorio that was inimitable made hands bold
Two reached for her amongst legs in stride, taking a slide
Just to tell about times when out of reach was a guide
Manifesting in a blurry view toasting opportune hope
Bathing in a realistic dream cleansed with wishful soap
Conception of smiles she sings of that all should be having
Fantasy is amongst the elements; natures visioning
Life of concentricity existing in phrases that came separate
Mind tripping; using tubes addressed to you to spectate
Views of the past that lay lively seen by those whove seen the scream
A place where you have to sleep on reality in waking to a dream
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