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LOVE-CANDY SERIES

 Love-Candy (Sweet)

Love;

Hear my candy song –

Breathe –

Vapours of elliptic

Sour kisses:

Dream like ice –

Where gets the penny to

The candy-store…

There gets my

Things to fill in

The happy-gifts

Cherished along

To candy hearts –

Ridden,

Break the ice!

Well given!

When clears the throat

To a new solid finale –

Pointed to

Hard ground – drowned ready…

To the steering roads.

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Love Candy (Ice)

Where love- mutters:

Elliptic roses

Dashed past –

Reasons to:

Wear our times –

To scratch.

Love, lovability,

Forlorn,

Piteous,

Lovable mess,

Best-dressed,

To the candy-coated vest,

Stick out the –

Lush sentence –

Wear out

The ice on zest:

Candy breathes out

Sentiments –

Get forlorn – ice!

It BREAKS…

So fine –

Love matchsticks

To shine

The ice on the rhine,

The road on the wine -

Breathes out sighs of

Love-iced on price

The dasher’s ice and skates

To the candy lake!

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 Love Candy (Juice)

Reason-

Breaks on:

Crunch-the-ice!

Ice it…

Mark it:

Turn it out right!

Candy Love,

Tender:

Breaks the news,

Tempers the cry-

Treats it boozed;

Candy-busted love;

Cries forth –

Cinnamon dreams,

Candy shone to cry more –

Topaz tongue reigns the sweet:

On high,

Pulses sent,

Into slings of hot drenched;

Ice-coats,

Flavours in tangible mess –

Best bets on your candy treason,

Seismic brush-in;

Coated seismic thing of a binge in –

Truth,

Treason spills,

Condescending ice-warm tendencies,

Bring to me

The tender lies;

Coated in –

A seismic forlorn dance

Of glitter pranced:

In ice-on-drones.

2014 ©

LOVE CANDY (FUDGE)

Where prances in the ice on candy and the cakes on wine,

There prances time in the realities to bear the match,

Where one big batch and the catch gets spilled,

Wherefore the match of the candy-batch does the cat

Get to the stutters of the rats and the roads down the bills?

Where do the candy dances do the square prances on the hop-skotch key?

Where does the hop and the skotch roam the gees and the candy-coated ways reaped out to me?

So where the candy coats roll the moats are ways to the candy rolls so fine,

So if my appearance ain’t that fine the candy-rolls brush the trolls out to joys in the candy-bunch –

To the candy lush of the candy crush;

Will I get so much from the candy store,

All around the nightingale shall I roll the moor?

On the candy punch-lines should I roll the might,

Shout at me on candy-cane whispers of the night!

Where I roll the rights to the candy-pleasure and the bush

Comes in -

On the candy sin!

On the candy sin -

And the brush goes round!

To the candy elephant to the reaps done around -

To the candy-coated theory of bush raves-abound!

To the candy nightingale of papers wrapped in –

For the candy wraps could never amount to a gin –

For the gin and tush could have the candy coats turned down,

When I turn around the candy night roams in,

For the candy squares to have my tush run down,

To the candy-clowns and where the day breaks in -

For the candy squares I love to prance a dare,

For the candy coats I turn the moats all down,

To the candy art to where my life rolled by,

To the candy crying to the bush rolls in,

To the candy gin,

To the candy gin!

2014 ©

LOVE-CANDY (AWE)

Love,

It bears the burdens of a song

Wrapped in candy.

Sure…

Well I heard the elliptic murmurs

Of the candy-punch and the swirls

Which when luscious yet sour to the core

Placed me to a moment of

Joy –

A combination of harsh and light

Touches…

A whirl of tears which could have always

Amounted to

All that ever had the gut bite-the-candy-harsh,

Until all the gulp of my tears tilled out

To one fragmentation of a moment,

Churned out to the rest of

The times,

Set squared out to the simmers

Of an end in hope.

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The candy and the crunch

Melted away

Into a soft little moment

Of joy –

Which shot right past me,

Up to where I took the spills,

To where the tangy tastes

Watered out with lush

And awe,

Kept neat,

Yet punched out

To a reality

Dazed in

A sunburnt glance.

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The candy-coated reason

Knew where to take me

For a ride on the thrill side

Of a glance,

Where the wrappers and I

Wept solemnly