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My body burns as if roasting
I want to get rid of this heat
I am involuntarily hosting
Burning from my head to my feet
I am tearing these garbs off now
Not a moment longer, I just cant stand it
I am WET! WET! I need a reprieve somehow
I am like a dynamite well lit
I need to be free from this heat
Jamaica is burning damn it

Love grows closer
After it’s gone,
Teasing
Provoking
Is how we move on.

My fire still burns
From your final spark,
Only from experience
Can feelings ignite in the dark.

Separation
Desperation
Brings out the carnal beast,
Sensuality
or
Spirituality
We breathe in the same heat.

Imaginations
Sensations
Enflames the lost touch,
What we want most
Is all that matters to us.

Your hands gripping my head
Moving to the nape of my neck,
With one soft and slow tug
Our lips just barely brushed.

Between my taut thighs
You wore no disguise,
My wanton free spirit
Made you…

Crave
and
Despise.

Apart,
You only want me more...

Together,
I needed what you adore.

Control

Gives us power
To equally see,
That the urge of our bodies
Is natural chemistry.

July 15, 2013

Let's take a journey back in time to the 1900's
when children would delight in regular visits to
their sweet shop in England, they had a large
range of lollies and their eyes would all light up
at the sight of these delectable treats, they had
many different favourites like licorice and sherbet
that would melt in their mouth, mint rock, barley
sugar sticks, lollipops, humbugs, gobstoppers as
well as the famous hand made chocolates and
toffees and many more delicacies, the children
would drive their parents crazy until they got
their bag of sweets, in the end the parents had
to give in to their whims and they also bought
some for themselves to eat while relaxing at home.
We go back to the present and sweets are still on
display at the local supermarket, the nostalgia
has been replaced by commercial trading, turning
over huge profits for corporate business giants.
The good old days will never return as this is the
modern world of today's money hungry executives.

She said to him
you are just a gigolo
A love robot
you just aim to please.

He told her
I will wine and dine you
be your love and flame.

She said
all you wish
is for the price to be right
and to speak of fantasies.

He told her
I will make your dreams come true
fight the dragons
rescue you from the abyss.

She said
you are a lover and a knight
kiss the words of sweetie pie
love and give so much more.

He asked
have you ever been
with someone like me?
you deserve so much better in your life

You deserve me...

dark where secrets sleep
my heart was there a key to keep
bound with shadows that never weep
tell stone of face a maker reaps
from eyes in the mirrors deep

The magnet is a wonderful thing, as it is
made from iron extracted from the ground
becoming a magnet from it's magnetic
properties from the Earth, being buried over
centuries it has become vital to man.
with the abilities to attract metal and also
repell metal with a different polarity, as
like poles repell and unlike poles will attract
this amazing piece of iron can be used in
various products: generators, motors and
may even be the solution to anti-gravity
and propulsion of space vehicles that could
travel to distant planets and beyond, back
in earlier times people believed the magnet
may be a creation of the Devil, as being a
material capable of pointing North, a form of
scourcery or even witchcraft, where in actual
fact it was science, used in the creation of the
compass, something that every boy scout
would use in camping, and many uses today.

Upon this time I can turn a blind eye
To enjoy the gifts the storm did bring
Cast them upon the rainbow colored sky
Making sense out of the unreasoning
To soar upon the mighty winds so free
To smell the lavender of the vast fields
To choose to perch in the highest of trees
To leave behind not a trace of myself
Knowing all to soon death will result birth
A circle in time repeating its self
Déjà vu to walk the familiar turf
To hold dear once more the things I have loved
You have kept me alive for all so long
Each beginning I am growing more strong

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In ancient times the Egyptian, Aztec and many
others cultures used large stone pyramids as
burial places for the Pharoahs and Kings. The
sandstone pyramids where used to store gold

and the riches of their culture, the pyramid
was a tomb of sorts that had unusual power,
food could be stored there for ages without
going bad as the pyramid's construction had

a source of power which people believed had
come from the gods, even to this day you hear
of 'Pyramid Power' and it's ability to preserve
food and many other unexplained things.

In the mirror I look
Who am I
In body and soul I see me
Am there in my mirror starring at me
But who am I

I feel different to what I see
I see all my faults stirrin back at me
I hide who I am my false image I present
To hide who I am my image my defence to hide from the world

My insecurity is there for me to see
I change the clothes I wear but my image of what I see never goes away
My false hope my desteny hard to bare
Lifes hope lifes dream

Stirren back at me who am I

Brown,yellow,and leafy green. Shaded,cool,and beauty serene. Nodded and swayed in the lazy breeze, Grew and obeyed gods natural decrees. Beneath twisted the pathway that led to you. Marked by twigs and bark with antique hue. Blades of grass came forth to tell the story,of a pathway now untrod filled with glory,and of moments in a by gone day. When I walked with you that way,Or sought to find you on the lawn of your little home one pritty dawn, or dreamed for hours and hours of the home that could be ours. But someday, I know dear one, that I shall see that you are coming down that pathway to me.