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“Caught In Ur Eyes” 2 Getting 2 Know Brandi

Caught in ur eyes
They show striking resemblance
To the stars and moon upon the horizon
They are just as beautiful
As when the sun is rising
Listen to my words
And before you know it
My heart you will be idolizing
I am showing you the real me
Take it or leave it
There’s no disguising
I can’t lie I felt you held me captive
This magnetic tension
From this eye contact is so hypnotizing
I don’t even feel us
Standing on solid ground anymore
It’s like we holding hands
And both of us are rising
You liberated the 2nd dimension of reality
Your eyes are like an art gallery
To the soul
I have to be consumed in your eyes hourly
It like an sweet sensation
That empowers me
I want you always in my sight
Now I know how darkness
Feels when it’s being penetrated by light

THE BEAUTIFUL MIND Copyright©2005

Heartbeat of Existence
Let me hang off the edges of an embrace with you.

Feed me your love through a link directly into my vein. My life support is a steady influx of your chemicals.
The combination of our genome clashes in a pool of combustible chemical bonds.

Jump-start my heart with your CPR, my love. Ignite the fires of a universe within a universe as my chest collapse and implode upon
itself and births a galaxy of cataclysmic reactions under the touch of your lips.

You created a symbiotic relationship within the codes of RNA and ATP star blazing in a new galaxy being drawn to a call of seeming
paths of madness.

Reality has been redefined under the armor of inevitable misconception.

You are confusions siren, and my new universe consist of clouds of acidic qualities designed to destroy and consume.

Singing your song across the stars. Riding comets like horseback indulging in the intoxicants of my infancy submerging your self in
the ladle of my galaxy. You are drunk with the passion of my sustenance.

You are the seed of my corruption, and rain that feeds the seed. Cannibalistic qualities of furious wordless thoughts fill my mind as I
grow within and under your nourishment. Your flesh is the apple to the Eden of my world.

Your mind is the secret within the secret of the box of Pandora. Baby, surf the waves of the tsunami that ravage my earth as that
spiral around landless oceans in embryonic states of origin.

Touch my waters at their most volatile times when the depths were pure, and the life was simplistic.

Let your perspiration add to the primitive species of amoeba, and give intelligence to its essence that sparks billions of species to
rise leaving the waters roaming the lands.

Sunbathe on globules of volcanic masses rising up from the deepest oceans reaching for the skies, reaching for you.
Your presence in the atmosphere of this Earth creating chaos under the beckoning of the moon.

You are the goddess. You are the heartbeat of existence

KnightVisions 2005

Me Without You Makes No Sense

You make every heart beat possible

Providing the nourishment of my soul

While keeping the fires of passion raging

Giving me all the mental stimulation I need

Keeping me grounded in moments of confusion

Standing with me in every battle that I face

Being my shield when I can no longer fight

Healing all wounds with a touch or a word

Showing me that love is no myth or dream

It shows in evrey word you speak to me

Each move you make confirms it for me

Never have I ever felt so complete

The joy and happiness that fills my life

Is all because of the love you give me

It flows through evey fiber of my being

Keeping me alive as if it were blood

Without it I would just cease to exist

Because there is no me without you

blaq 2005

I can rest now knowing you are here
My soul is content in your presense
Your body keeps me warm all night
Darkness is just cover for our passion
My mind is at peace with you near
All fears and doubts erased by you
The scent of you fills me totally
Your heatbeat is my lullabye as I sleep
Wrapped in your love I slumber like a baby
Knowing in your arms is where I belong

blaq 2005

Conspirators of Corruption

I am the winding wind in the carnivorous caverns of divulgence and secrecy.

Call me the ironic calamity of life, the line so fin between the outer reaches of love and hate.

Dark connoisseur of infatuation, flesh, and sacred indulgence.

The corrupt seed of Sodom, and laughing innocence of Gomorra.

I am the subdivision of two intersecting dimensions, cohabitating worlds and time as I play with my own emotions teasingly fondling with my own insatiable desires.

Caricature of power and weakness. I embalm hollowed bodies with an undetectable poison that infects the soul.

I ride the subtle oozings of ecstasy from the pores of the flesh to the endorphins of the mind. A negotiator of hearts lust and pure will.

I have been known as the trembling of fear, and the impulse of temptation. Must I back you into the corners of indecisiveness, and force you to choose?

Must I travel the nape of your neck, and press my naked body up against those spots that make you weak, high, and not responsible for your actions?

Let me burn your flesh in the ferocious fires of passion until your essence is nothing but a mist of smoke.

I will dwell in that mist and inhale you deep allowing you to touch parts of me that no woman ever imagined.

Baby, come willingly to this mystical assassin stealing the boundaries of time from nature. Complete the ritual of progressive corruption with me.

Let's colonize the two dimensions with fledglings of our creation. I have never fallen in love before with an object of my selected torture.

Yet, you have managed to compromise my very existence. I have shown my true nature to you, and you have seen my true power revealed.

Even the lords of heaven and hell are faintly weary of my existence.

Hallucinated exploits of desired corroborations between madness and sanity has plotted against my world.

Leaping comets of forgotten solar systems have shown their ancient tails across my system and unsettled the stability of my conscious mind.

Let's coordinate ways to create turbulence amongst the fibers of chaos.

Let's create the lines of ultimate rebellion together, and blatantly dance on its edge playing with the futility of death.

Realize with me that there is no end, but another beginning, and life is secular among destined souls.

Wrap into a seed with me and bloom into a metamorphosis of a beautiful tulip as our union creates beauty to all who pass our grass.

Our love is the ocean, and you are the one who have infected the flow of blood throughout my body.

I the conspirator have become part of the conspiracy, and my forgotten heart is to blame.

Your seductive eyes are to blame. Your touch is to blame.

Let's conspire to overthrow the universe together.

Sit on the throne with me my queen.

KnightVisions 2005

85 degrees, the sun is shining and I’ve got that itch

So I walk into the garage, turn the key and hit the switch

Looking out onto the hot street I hear the phone ring

Forget it, I’m just going to stand here and listen to that D&D Pipe sing

No high notes, no midrange, its song is all bass

Its symphony fills my eardrums, then vanishes without a trace

Enough with the music, the engine is warm and I’m bout to roll

I guess I better stuff 3 bucks in my glove for the damn bridge toll

Cruising up the block I see the kids enjoying the day

I remember having fun just playing that way

Now I have bills and work and clients calling all night

Very little fun for me these days, I gave in without a fight

Hold on, let me make this turn, them I’m freeway bound

There goes that pipe again, what a wonderful sound

A beautiful day brings out all the drop tops

Man, I Keep gotta slow down cause here comes the cops

Move along, keep going copper, nothing here to see

I should hit the throttle one time so they chase after me

Just kidding, just kidding but I used to ride like the wind

Then one day I realized that at 140 miles/hr you have no friends

It’s a beautiful spring day and friends are in need

No all of my friends share my fetish for speed

So I’m going to go catch up with the guys over across the way

So we can cruise on our bikes for the rest of this spring day

PAUL PRESTON 2005