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Touching your body gently you me soft cotton sheets. concepts you already know for 5 to 6 hours we let ourselves go, letting currents of liquid and energy flow, combined with the mind and emotions intertwined, we are no longer confined we are free, to chase pleasure with no measure or limit with in we can become one again, my companion, my lover, my friend, my queen, my support, my team I want you to feel my understanding my deepest thoughts of you, LOVE keeps me from getting enough your thoughts keep you releasing at the softest touch of my hands your moans and groans signify satisfaction gratifacation almost relaxation the high pitch and tight squeeze proves that your pleased please tell me what I mean to you, what's my name ooooh I don't want to curse. Oh shit I couldn't help it this deep level of spiritual and physical connection is overwhelming flesh provked by temptation with high levels of passion and desire and lust her body giving praises as it reaches eupohoria ,exhausted, drained, flustered, famished. yet so eager to continue patiently awaiting the next oppurtunity

Monkeys were never us;
our entrance is more than theory.
I came standing erect and complete.
The dust was to indulge (except of the tree)
in the place provided, where the voice walked
in the cool of the day.

Leopards and lambs,
like Puppy Yellow
and the calico moving balls of yarn;
the fallen, like a snake,
wooed the woman that queried
and she went away towing her husband.

I am out of character, image,
likeness of the Divine
whose flood sculpted mountains and isles,
there, dividing men
and painted them
in new colors with freezing fingers.

Sasquatch, your blurred trace,
speaks loud of the instrument now used.
Of me Ibrahim was assured.
The pyramids are mathematics the God teaches;
their wisdom raised the boulders
(the two Gods that share the Spirit).
I mosey through a sea to be here;
this point where they are history?

Monkeys were never us. If so,
who limits the fruition? I still see them
tree-hopping.
I am Enoch walking with him,
lodging far afield the daughters of men.
I occur with an enormous bang
far superior to a hypothesis.

Cosmological stirrings
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Darkness upon the
face of the deep
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Transcendent intervention
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Movement with intention
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No apology worth the mention
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Naturalistically divine
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Blazing worlds to shine
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Reasons introduction
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DNA's instruction
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Natures reproduction
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Conscious mind deduction
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Organic inovation
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Molecular institgation
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Empirical verification
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Eternal manifestation
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Time for destination
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Destination for time
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Solid and liquid unite
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Mathematical delight
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Origins neatly arrayed
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Spirit thoroughly displayed
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Habitation intact
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Breath of life is fact
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Homo sapiens appear
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Lawless world in fear
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Flaming swords are near
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Purification broken
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Sacifice to token
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Redemptive history begins
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Destrution of our sins
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Hold back the four winds
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Until the full number appears
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Fill the cup of violence
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Hades taking reservations
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Great gulf divided
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No one can cross over
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A new name is written
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Death and decay is smitten
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The jester manifested
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Evil tried and arrested
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Wisdom is vindicated
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LET THERE BE LIGHT!

Young and eager romps
the charmed saplings in the woods
naive of evil

Come and listen those who will,

The time is ripe to have your fill,

Let fear, anger, sorrow and bitterness flee,

And be filled with love and joy and ease,

And laugh and watch in wonderment the moon and the stars in the filament,

For all to soon our life is quenched,

With regrets that cannot be undone,

So come alive as I have, and open up our hearts as one,

And cherish every second we have on Earth, for we do not know the time of our rebirth,

And remember what we "know" inside is to live and laugh and love as one,

To be at peace, to teach each other and be willing to learn and sacrifice the need to scorn,

To smile with my heart and love with my soul, is my intention , from this moment on.

Purity, Oh purity, where has she gone?
Banished from home, and where she belongs.
Once a precious stone, now tarnished to bronze.
A more beautiful and fairer face, there never was.
Where could she be, oh miss purity?

Purity, my purity, clothed in brilliance.
Undressed by our lust, that regressed her innocence.
Once a sign of trust, now one of unfaithfulness.
A more blameless and worthy woman, has there never been seen since.
Forced to feed or flee, my miss ...purity.

Purity, our purity, scented like a rose.
Rejected for the stench, that the world closely follows.
Once a drop to quench, now the thirst just flows.
A more sweeter and unselfish lass, one has never known.
Wouldn't you agree, our miss purity?

So let the walls grow ears to hear, the fear within this call,
and let the floors try bend to lend, its support to win this cause.
Let our minds question our core, and seek the truth. The dare.
Care to prove this moral law, and ask yourselves: now where?

Where is the man, that will stand and protect her?
And where is the knight, that will fight and defend her?
Where is the prince that will ride to go rescue her,
then bring her in for the king to comfort and encourage her?

Where is the woman, that will see the value they hold?
Where is the lady, that will break out of the mold?
Where is the princess that will rise and believe,
and take the name given by God and find our dear, missing, purity.

only you make me better, altought -I admit- I´m a little rebel,
you always beg for someday I´ll can to change,
I´d like to think of other way, give all for you,
and my promises are dead leaves, I always finish to lose,
my dices are cheats, my game is dirty,
and at final match you forgive my misery

this short poem is to you, my LORD,
because of all you´re the worth,
I can no longer belong to any church,
neither comune with a such religion,
cause I have my personal truth,
and after all, everybody is a blessing song!

The time it takes to see it all is all.
That's how it seems for all.
Older the time the more of all.
Our thinking of all is all more sense.
Is it all there is or the older we become the more all?
Where does all of this take us..?
Alternatively, is there all to come...?
Maybe.. that's ALL........?

A day like to day oblivious to all
all is all...or nothing before
have we gone for it now and gave it our best.
What is the reality or is it nothing at all?
Are we, ourselves or something just made
from bits of others of this and that
why does this happen or is it all true
do not think so it will soon go away
don't run from it all reality calls?

Vanguard in death and deception,
Innocent hearts heed to his illusion.
Cry Mama Africa, cry for your children.
Angels with dark countenances are raised against them.
Rise black man, awake from your slumber,
Inactivate the medium that is deceiving you.
Understand, no! over stand the number:
Six, six, six is the number of a man.

From the west they came, with bibles and guns,
Igniting a fire, a burning desire to be like them.
Lost in the labyrinths of prayer, summoning gnomes and goblins;
In persuasion we fly with angels and jinns,
Incarcerated in spins of sins.

Dark is our external shades, but our heart is as red as blood.
Ethiopian blood stained the suit of the woman we dearly loved.
Is the black child a sacrifice to god, their god?