springish stress

My cunvas are clear,
You draw the peyzash,
Add bright colors, my dear,
Act gently,don`t rush.
Paint the  bubbling ocean-
Old dad of black sea,
Don`t hide your emotions
 In  a shady old tree.
Sketch greish two bodies
Of eastern deep roots
In a crib of christianity-
Thorn wrinkled boots.
The picture is pretty,so do I,
Tell me on Monday
You are totally mine!

Smoke from the grill, sweet spicy taste,
Life learning drill thrown in waste.
It smells like spring flowers,
Like jasmine in summer,
Allergy`re growing on the top of my drama,
Irritable feeling inside of hurt chest,
Baby, why should you be  rare  guest?
I want to touch through time and distance
Your lovable and tender instance
Of menly end with passion force
And ride uphigh on flaming horse.

What will be happening?Circlish run.
What do you want from tough life, honey bun?
Neither thinking , nor caring, living in dream,
Not cutting the flaming or bubbling stream,
Baby , the pain in  thin chest drives me nuts,
I know , you don`t have misterious guts
To cover me all, from inside and out,
Regreting will come with cold wind, no doubt.
My tears, my fears-empty torn pot,
I wish to receive sharp healing small shot
Of you, dear hope-the stress of pink youth,
Come closer and feeling my bruise,
Sweety, can not handle stress everyday,
Turn me around, take me away,
Not able to love and don`t understand,
Existance is coming to its final dead end,
Hurry to do kindness deads on a boat,
Our ship will not crash, will not overflout,
If you will relax and turn bold head to the sun,
The joyney begins,my dear, don`t run.