POETRY: soft & silky.....pt. 1 |
she said.....to know her is to love herso if a man were to look within her soulhe might discover.....all that he needsto get by, just her smile'll make'em call her a teasebut simply put, she has more ...
Posted by mr wil on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:56:00 PST |
POETRY: self-explanatory..... |
what makes a fire burn, what makes a sire firm,what makes desire yearn, what makes me try to learn,what makes the sky blue, what makes me eye you,what makes me fly/cool, what makes my lie true,what ma...
Posted by mr wil on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 12:37:00 PST |
POETRY: lost in love or no love lost..... |
confessions of fire, got me usherin away pain for reliefyeah, i think it's my turn, to go head & let it burninternally, ether-like, for an eternity, ya pictures i'm readin rightto left.....pullin blun...
Posted by mr wil on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 08:18:00 PST |
POETRY: inspired desire..... |
there just ain't enough words in any language to explain this
feelin of enjoyment, that i could never forfeit
my preciousness&..
you contain every element of elegance
characterized as angelic, wit no ...
Posted by mr wil on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 07:05:00 PST |
POETRY: fruits of union.....ft meta5 |
mr wil & meta5
boy meets girl&..
& like the Lord has come, joy to the world
let earth receive her king as heaven & nature sung
the birds chirped & the bees stung wit untouched e...
Posted by mr wil on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 02:03:00 PST |
SPOKEN WORD: unbreakable..... |
i approach with sincereness whether my mind is at it's clearest or not i embrace your personality like precious memories of my past life now knowin, my eyes have seen essence in it's most dominant ima...
Posted by mr wil on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 01:29:00 PST |
SPOKEN WORD: u r..... |
the voice of.....the smell of.....the sight of.....the touch of.....the feel of.....the look of.....the taste of.....the vibe of.....the trust of.....the luck of.....the blessin of.....the wait of.......
Posted by mr wil on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 01:22:00 PST |
POETRY: professor poetic |
class begins, stupidity ends my history blendswit numerical equations, that i've worked thru so universalwhen i serve you.....diameters of my creative circumferenceenchantin as abandoned houses that h...
Posted by mr wil on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 11:59:00 PST |
POETRY: bottoms up..... |
i'm tryna.....bring her back, to the bottom of the mapi wanna.....bring her back, to the bottom of the mapi need to.....bring her back, to the bottom of the mapcuz we could make it to the topfrom the ...
Posted by mr wil on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 11:51:00 PST |
POETRY: can we play?.....keystyle |
she was the type.....to always give a brother somethin he feelsshe knew that time was the only thingthat could make all wounds heal.....never portrayed as a crazy slutskin was hazelnut, cinnamon sprin...
Posted by mr wil on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 11:23:00 PST |
