She holds the key to the lock on my heart.
How she got it, I don't know.
We weren't really meant to be from the start.
But here we are, and it still grows.
This passionate, intrinsic feelings of joy...
Overcoming all obstacles of life.
Where do we even begin to describe...
I'll start by the first days of husband and wife.
And though we don't really know through experience.
We can only imagine through our delirious examples of love.
What we go through; our imagination.
It's like an untouchable sensation.
And they can deny our emotions.
But we know what we feel.
And they can take everything from us.
Yet all I need is you and it's real.
So let's continue on our journey.
This passage of unknown.
I'm trembling with excitement.
This web of joy we have sown.
And let the love fill the air.
And spread to others around.
Let this be the only dare.
That allows our hearts to make one sound.
And together we'll change the world.
All because of one key.
Why would it be this girl?
Because I've been waiting from my knees.
Mr. H and his one man band called The Desktops has created poetry that needs to be expressed to the masses. Enjoy.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
THINK.NEEDS.LIVE.
They say less is more.
We wait for what's in store.
The aging signs of vanity.
Is ageless in your sanity.
Consumers eat the souls
Producers fills these holes
And everything is laid to waste.
And we ignore what they say.
We get all these things anyways.
And we fill our lives with idols.
These items' our constant battle.
We reap what we sow.
A generation lost in more.
Just another puppet with a face.
And in the end, you'll have less.
A lost soul is what you had left.
And you threw it away for rented treasures.
Just to fulfill your earthly pleasures.
So think before you want.
Consider what you need.
Or else it'll begin to taunt.
A lifeless soul is what you'll be.
We wait for what's in store.
The aging signs of vanity.
Is ageless in your sanity.
Consumers eat the souls
Producers fills these holes
And everything is laid to waste.
And we ignore what they say.
We get all these things anyways.
And we fill our lives with idols.
These items' our constant battle.
We reap what we sow.
A generation lost in more.
Just another puppet with a face.
And in the end, you'll have less.
A lost soul is what you had left.
And you threw it away for rented treasures.
Just to fulfill your earthly pleasures.
So think before you want.
Consider what you need.
Or else it'll begin to taunt.
A lifeless soul is what you'll be.
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