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When I think of you when I think of what it is about you

I think of holding something so god damned perfect



something so very true

baby that’s what I think of when I think of you



A perfect women born out of angels

that whisper when she sighs

baby can you feel it when I look into your eyes



I am a man with no inhibitions

a man that wont fade away

come on woman born of angels look my humble way



When I think of happiness

I mean saturated bliss

I think of tasting your lips



The sweetness pours into my body

it takes my breath away

if I cant make it to your arms I will never have my day



I am a man born of reasons

a dreamer of reality

sometimes when I make it we only break savagely



Come on sister sweetness

don’t let this chance slip away

if I don’t make it to your arms I will have failed



Can I tell you something personal

can I tell you what’s on my mind

If I don’t make it to your heart there will be nothing left to find



Of my heart torn to pieces

I would let them all turn to dust

If I can’t make it into your mind ill never be able to trust



Feelings that surround me

tell my heart to stay

If I am still here after you leave I’ll never find my way



Back into the world where smiles happen

the world where the sun shines bright during the day

Sometimes when I think of you I smile in a array

of colors that streak the heavens

and match the rainbows prime

If I cant ever hold you this life is just a waste of time



I am a man born of desire

don’t let me fade away

If I cant make it to your arms then I guess I should not stay



You are a woman born of angels

the kind that fly so high

If I cant make you see your shine Ill never be able to fly



Into the heaven where you came from

into the womb of amazing angels

I cant let this moment slip away



If I cant tell you how I feel

I will never have a use to say



Anything worth a damn

anything that matters



If I cant understand my heart

I will never have a home



Baby born of angels

come closer my way



Baby born of angels

please don’t go why cant you stay….



The Bells







Hear the sledges with the bells -

Silver bells!

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night!

While the stars that oversprinkle

All the heavens seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells -

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.



II



Hear the mellow wedding bells -

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight!

From the molten-golden notes,

And all in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

On the moon!

Oh, from out the sounding cells

What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!

How it swells!

How it dwells

On the Future! -how it tells

Of the rapture that impels

To the swinging and the ringing

Of the bells, bells, bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells -

To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!



III



Hear the loud alarum bells -

Brazen bells!

What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!

In the startled ear of night

How they scream out their affright!

Too much horrified to speak,

They can only shriek, shriek,

Out of tune,

In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,

In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,

Leaping higher, higher, higher,

With a desperate desire,

And a resolute endeavor

Now -now to sit or never,

By the side of the pale-faced moon.

Oh, the bells, bells, bells!

What a tale their terror tells

Of despair!

How they clang, and clash, and roar!

What a horror they outpour

On the bosom of the palpitating air!

Yet the ear it fully knows,

By the twanging

And the clanging,

How the danger ebbs and flows;

Yet the ear distinctly tells,

In the jangling

And the wrangling,

How the danger sinks and swells,

By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -

Of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells -

In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!



IV



Hear the tolling of the bells -

Iron bells!

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.

And the people -ah, the people -

They that dwell up in the steeple,

All alone,

And who tolling, tolling, tolling,

In that muffled monotone,

Feel a glory in so rolling

On the human heart a stone -

They are neither man nor woman -

They are neither brute nor human -

They are Ghouls:

And their king it is who tolls;

And he rolls, rolls, rolls,

Rolls

A paean from the bells!

And his merry bosom swells

With the paean of the bells!

And he dances, and he yells;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the paean of the bells,

Of the bells -

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the throbbing of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells -

To the sobbing of the bells;

Keeping time, time, time,

As he knells, knells, knells,

In a happy Runic rhyme,

To the rolling of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells -

To the tolling of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells -

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.