#otto smeeter

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I refuse to be average.

If I can't be everything I am

What is the purpose in continuing

What is this motivated drive

This feeling of being alive

Then dead

These emotions

Roller coaster of dread

Up then down

Hero and clown

I refuse to be average

And the rose knows my name

Never ever

Guilt nor shamed

One touch

Blossoms for me

The rose knows my name

Heard are the Whispers of a Queen

I refuse to be average

What's the drive

Feeling of a king

Alive inside

When the rose blooms for me

OTTO©

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Hand to hand it is felt

Loves energy

Blessings dealt

Softness of your skin

Tenderness within

No matter how hard I try

Your touch

I want to sin

Running my fingers through your hair other hand caresses your head

Watching as you worship as promised as said

OTTO

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Crisis passes a yellow rose ~

Tell tell yellow rose

The antidote

The prose

Song sang

Along came

Gently a sir

Rhymes times

Became the blur

Awakened

Yellow rose

The cure

Worded prose

Crisis passes the yellow rose

God blessed

Sire nods yes

Penchants for Pensives

#act two

off the tip.. Rose hip. Flows from

Back around

Mild are they

Those that may

Listen closer

Breathing paced

Not as i say

Crisis passes

Gently that Sir

Hummingbird song

Sighs

The cure

The cure

Uninhibited sire

Gasping to regain

Pounding hearts

Sang a fire

Passing by

Joyous tears

Diminishing fears

Trust repeated threes

Maidens hymns

Echoed afar

Rose hips

Sweet honey

Surrendered truths

Songs sang

Antidote prose

Submitted the yellow rose

Crisis passed

Loves purest gift

The antidote prose

Tell tell yellow rose

Sire's maiden

Repeated thrice

Antidote came

Overpasses awakened

Yellow rose

The cure

Trusting breathes

Times twos i be

Whispering

Wind

Trusting Souls

Living free

Yellow rose sires prose

Crisis pass thee

Sweet as honey

Blurring gaze

Along he came

Softly went

The cure

Sire

Peasant king

Maidens sing

Rhymes times threes

You to me

Me to you

Trust

Love crisis went.

OTTO SMEETER

A Poet's and troubadours word... Felt deep within

More than heard

Ot

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He offers a rose for her smile

a hug for peace

Tender touch to please

It was then..

She made love to his mind

Free to just be

Souls intertwined

Evenings unwind

OTTO

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Art of words~

Blessings of the rose

Gift of prose

Similar to verse

Simply not rehearsed

Unedited

As is

Art of words

OTTO©