Poems And Lyrics By Ken (The Man)

To what blessing do in owe? in remittance of this chord, if weak then strengthen, if stumbling amd astray,then lead the way, for this rose i picked, has grown out of odds.. I never thought worth, nor did i prove best, but to think i possess is sheer, she rose from the blues, and a blue feeling she brought, the blue of belonging and romance... To set sight of her,is pure ecstacy and joy, a talk with her , a simple mutterly response is food for the soul,i wish.... that i should kiss her innocence,.... that would be remedy for restlessness...

My eyes feel lucky, and my mouth so hungry,  this apple that am staring at.. this sweet sensation that am not sharing, if only you would understand.., how special a being you stand , but beauty is of the beholder and i enjoy my thoughts being broader. One glance and my knees grow weaker, its like when i touch and you grow a fever, the unwarranted heartbeat,the misty breath, now i understand whilst in your heaven, that though diamonds are forever, i can only feel secure around your presence, for them antagonists love too your essence, wink again my love and sunshine rays..., greet my aura from your eyes,am at bay!

. My heart has grown bigger, and i have found one who is lovely and eager, the mysteries of this love trigger, i thought i would end up a convent man, but each day,with the sunrise , comes a rich glow from  the master's daughter, the once arrogant demeaning freak,now begs for my eye, and massages my mind to semi-eternal delusion.. Maybe its the sex appeal,my love for gold , the insatiable desire to be respected, maybe its kharma,or could i the victim of a planned sham... i think in all sorts,yet i feel something cordial, she touches with a shaky hand, an indecisive but helpless heart, is this the path my heart has chosen for this lonely harp, i pray this petals unfold to a divine rhythm.. I realize the change i've become, a piece of unfeeling steel to a bard with remorse, the comedy of appreciation, a complete transformation from guile to lovely, may the enchantments of reality make me wise, that i may accept this gift from nature, for the go...

My mind shifts and alas!your image, a potent smile amidst a remarkable face, at first i thought you were a snob, they say a pretty face never matches one, but you speak so tenderly, in eloquence and clarity,snow-white and early. am left in anxiety and longing, that you may stroll long in need, or though contemptuosly in mutual feeling,  but that would be flirting with oneself, for angels are not in the same league wit rogues, but couples patch out of odds if you should take leave in my mind , i pray i remain in yours, for that simple gesture has haunted my pangs, i feel helpless and vain if i do not glance, a sleek glimpse into my mind where your portrait hangs, i hope i do meet you once more...........