

bliss.
one bliss, two bliss, three bliss...
lingering bliss.
subliminal bliss.
ring in the bliss.
bliss is back.
shorter bliss.
whatever the situation may be...make the most of it...you're able...there is always bliss.
beemer creamer.
poetic bliss.
asymptotic bliss.
i'll be the only one around here doing any dudering.
it's all about the movement.
twice the boy i used to be.
sweet home summer bliss, it's been a whlie for you and i.
at last, the white peace, the silence and beauty of bliss.
cherry wine and marshmallow bliss.
i like a lil' bit of sugar around the edges.
completely opposite...loud and fast. perhaps its a root of some of the greatest people i've ever met in my life. perhaps that is a bliss i've been longing for.
snap back to that original style of bliss that filled the shoes and sleeves. it was going on once upon a time. and it still can. swift, sweet, sauve, and smooth.
one can always count on a nice big bowl of ice cream. in matter of fact research shows that one bowl of ice cream every four hours results in pure bliss. but if you have one bowl of mint chip a day it is the equivalent.
home bliss home.
sweetie. every second of the day. it's the waking moment and the sleeping moment. in my heart there's a little place taht's never forgotten. it comes with me every walk of life. everywhere. let's go back to the days when it was the complete opposite. it was still there, but there in full, there in bliss and there in love.
let's talk love, like children at the playground.
let this leaf fall into your hand.
it's kind of dark.
devote my life, for better or for worse.
nothing more amazing than coming to her at night. as long as i'm in her arms at night.
as if i'm a drunk or a druggie.
even after being broken i'll keep the pieces.
gallivanting amorously.
hey hey angelfire.
the morning sun warms as it gets higher in the sky. yet the air is still cool from the night. it's a sensation, a bliss. going to bed, and your lover is already there waiting for you, her naked body is already warm pressed up to your skin. it's like the morning, when the window has been left open during the winter, and the blankets have a soft cool touch, or that of a spring morning, and you cuddle beside your nude lover, who's skin is soft silk, and her voice whispering in your ear like the breeze, and your skin shimmers. stepping out of a shower. putting on a sweater and beani
clocks tick faster than we can count. years go buy faster than we can see. looking around we don't feel the years whisping away. but they do right under our nose. there's dignity in time. things prevail. the lookback time of reminscing. looking over the belchony and dreaming before moving to another stage of life. the belchony of love and the heavens. there's a storm happening over there. it's full of your homes, where your pictures grow, and hearts strengthen. raining down is peace, little wet droplets, before they hit they spring into white doves. bring in the wind. bring in the clouds. bring in that rain. survive this storm. cut through the heat. you're in bliss walking to eternity. wet, cold, and shivering, nothing holds back this smile. bring on the storm.