PREVIEW
part two
HIGHLIGHTS
BLOW DIRTY
CHAPTER TWO
NILE DEEP MOUTH
HIS AND HERS TALE
Nile deep
Waiting that life flows into me or out,t
hat we take chances or create death,
if our dream wastes.
Two that flow in opposite directions.
Simultaneously,
We desire the beginnings and end
The mouth of two tales Hers and His
by
Jocelyn Shaw
Apart
If the sky parted and the clouds
missed you,
would it still be the atmosphere that belonged apart of you
and would you still find the sun in my eyes,
if the sky was lonely for you and I,
we couldn't miss if it was raining those same thoughts,
that broke when it's new
like the first drops of love that filled my heart and naked soul,
the first sight of you divides and falls
before the clouds could clothe you,
I breathe and it's true
if the sky were ever lonely
it was for you and I
would it still be the atmosphere that belonged apart of you
and would you still find the sun in my eyes,
if the sky was lonely for you and I,
we couldn't miss if it was raining those same thoughts,
that broke when it's new
like the first drops of love that filled my heart and naked soul,
the first sight of you divides and falls
before the clouds could clothe you,
I breathe and it's true
if the sky were ever lonely
it was for you and I
à part (Apart) by Jocelyn Shaw
"if all that I see was my heaven and eternity began to melt away, skies would not fall short of promises
if what I believed carried me another day
A soul that was breathless walks again
once was not enough
twice was beauty all over again
if heaven poured
it all filled my glass
the beauty that it holds would mend our wings and we'd fly again"- Jocelyn Shaw
http://youtu.be/CnERYcXMH3w
featuring
featuring
french version “wrapped in endless
days together…”
http://youtu.be/1WtYYA3lfhw
http://youtu.be/1WtYYA3lfhw
Ecard Moments To Treasure
http://youtu.be/tsos-uB-QDc
http://youtu.be/tsos-uB-QDc
Arabic- Bird On Moonlit Night.flv http://youtu.be/NEMJYFySu4s
Pleasantries-
How come dawn takes the one who wears my kisses were they of name? The formals only interupt the embrace and lock of our romance. Missing the hellos is the goodbye after we shed the hours and move on into other lives pretending to not desire the joining of gates and forever pleasured touch. Once the close of letters of invitation get us by the rules, the human in us remains attractive to basic. The art of science and health beauties the pages on day’s absence of pleasantries that are forgotten in the company of the what you can not take with you and what makes the scenery enchanted, cozy and the things that help to cope with real matters.
The impossible becomes possible
“Nice to meet you too“ Would that kick things off?, or lovers and dreamers, woven hellos with dismissed skeptics, that hands only differ with the rings of circles kept, company joined and desire, were they not present dawn could not escape the body and nature’s rules of attraction. It’s morning, and what has come to past is the rules while we slept in unconsciousness, away went time on flight and flee from pleasantries endoctrined into what’s meant and can be. Only night keeps a fool’s wasted disbelief and promise of pleasantries, and the real world carries on it’s affairs. Would that sound nice to skirt around what we’re really talking about, addressing?
How come dawn takes the one who wears my kisses were they of name? The formals only interupt the embrace and lock of our romance. Missing the hellos is the goodbye after we shed the hours and move on into other lives pretending to not desire the joining of gates and forever pleasured touch. Once the close of letters of invitation get us by the rules, the human in us remains attractive to basic. The art of science and health beauties the pages on day’s absence of pleasantries that are forgotten in the company of the what you can not take with you and what makes the scenery enchanted, cozy and the things that help to cope with real matters.
The impossible becomes possible
“Nice to meet you too“ Would that kick things off?, or lovers and dreamers, woven hellos with dismissed skeptics, that hands only differ with the rings of circles kept, company joined and desire, were they not present dawn could not escape the body and nature’s rules of attraction. It’s morning, and what has come to past is the rules while we slept in unconsciousness, away went time on flight and flee from pleasantries endoctrined into what’s meant and can be. Only night keeps a fool’s wasted disbelief and promise of pleasantries, and the real world carries on it’s affairs. Would that sound nice to skirt around what we’re really talking about, addressing?
-Jocelyn
“wrapped in endless days together…”
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