Poet Introduction Write Sci Fi and am an amatuer Quantum Theory nerd. Oh forgot to put the name of my books. Thank you so much for reading 'CYBERBABY' 'PP's Tale' & 'Vampire Squid Killed by 3D Printed Periapt' plus 'Dark Matter The Source'
A thoroughly modern young woman wanted a break from the rat race so she packed her picnic, gear, and strolled off to the woods.
Having found a pleasant spot with sunshine she spread most of the contents of her basket on a blanket, stripped off completely and lay back against a tree stump covered in soft green moss for a quiet toke or three whilst the sunbeams played with her perfect form.
Just as she was feeling the way that she wanted a big Wolf in denims swaggered up, leered at this pretty young things felinity and beauties, licked his teeth, saying.
He watches your deeds Games to pass the time Starts nothing just sees What's you do you conform Your style and pattern Your errors common to Each of your minds As you think to twist And turn our senses
The problem is we All have our patterns That we cannot hide When given a chance To repent and renew You swim in a river Of denial and hope Only to find that You just can’t hide Any one thing at all From the only one
I am at the start of a journey I have felt it for nearly a year The place I am going ain’t clear I am leaving this Old World To get a better clearer view Of all the things I hold dear So where shall I go to look Into the fate hand written book My soul I must put on the line If the truth I am to define
I sit at the edge of space and time Part of all things that make my mind Then strangely and with fear The very voice of God I hear
‘What are you doing in this place So far from the World in...
My feelings for you I tried so very hard to hide But they just kept getting much stronger deep down inside So then I built myself a resolve of steel Not ever, to disclose the true way I feel
Much too tough is that terrible will of steel If only, I could tell you the way I feel But then that could wreck the special magic we both know And my poor heart will not take the thought of loosing you