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The blue has gone red
butterflies in my head?
where i do not know
maybe wherever love can grow
Brown eyes, kickin' thighs
Its clear as Krystal where my heart lies
Woe on me Krystal shimmers like the sea
Where are you?
Thats where I wish to be
A beautiful night of stars
Filmography perhaps from as far
What the voice brings I lie in wait
Free I am now from all hate
The tone of Krystal resonating in my mind
What comes next I cannot wait to find
Or found me has it already
We held eachother to keep so steady
Knees always weak till I felt your arms
Fly beautifully fly free
Please o please dont let it be me
The morrow after next holds a charming tone
Sounds of Krystal ringing in my ears
Blue no more red has come
Together we will be mearly one

I am, but you are not
If you are, then I am not

If something exists then it is one
If there are two then it is nothing

By mixing one color into another
colorless does not become colorful

Success is not obtained with sayings or deeds
I am not ashamed, he is not smiling at me.

Of all humans of this world
myself is not as your favorite one

For the LORD will
deliver you.
HE will show you
through the land
that is before you.
For HE knows where
you are to go and
what you are to be.
For HE saved thee.
Just let the LORD
take your hand and
show you your land.
For HE has prepared
a place for thee so
you can be saved.
Follow HIS will for
HE is with you now
and until eternity.
So you can see what
is laid out for thee.
Look into the bible
to see what GOD has
there for thee.
HE knows all the
possibilities that
are in front of thee.
For HE will show you
what is to be.
HE is your FATHER
HE set you free for
E T E R N I T Y.

The truth. He will face it now.
Yes, finally he sees it!
The sting of disappointment,
The pain of rejection,
His unfulfilled hopes and dreams
and utter dissatisfaction with his life
have brought him to this late but
undeniable truth, that he can no longer just
do as he feels or wants, for that there is a price.
Henceforth he will do as he must!
JS

Dear Reader,
What does a girl really want?
The answer to this is what I want
This is—I think—a big question even for Immanuel Kant
Of course, this question is a front
The main one is: what does a girl not want?
I hope you’ll help me, but if you can’t
Please don’t pull a stunt.
Love,
Manstunt

Will there be happiness? Is it really a feeling that emerges at the best moments? Or maybe just some flash created by moments filled with complete joy? It will be my question a cliché, everything is based on the time we empty our mind, what never motivates us is what makes us take issue. Have I ever felt absent as if I no longer knew who I am or what I do in the exact place where it has always been a present, with my hands around my temple as if trying to bring a piece of coherence with me, I calmly close my eyes and that reality of which my question towards happiness was a beginning, torture my innocence and a naive and fatuous procedure simply, I stop knowing, I just do not understand, stop believing

Amed

Little lamb that she was she wanted
Nothing more than to breathe a
Sigh of relief and fall fetal within
The protection of his powerful mane
She finds no fear of the night
Resting upon the paws of her king
For she knows the jungle creeps
Quiet within the scent of the Lion
The lamb looks to him and
Grazes in green pastures no
Longer fearing the violence
Of the storm
For she knows the power
Of his strength..
And love

Cafe

Queen Anne's Lace petals its way across
wide fields swaying in unison
even a small breeze turns them
this way or that, changing, leaning

Poppies, Blue Bonnets, Dandelions
all the dancing flower heads
colored hairdo'd flowers scented
sweet fragrance and hues sublime

great swaths of deep purple and red
blazing yellow to white of sun
Dutch windmills turn to fields
vast with Tulips of every tinge

bees and butterflies buzz and flutter
as flowering summer drones on today
satin and silk petals so enticing
Roses and Asters and Iris spike out

oh, how I love the blossom of Mother
Nature's bosom, all the Dahlias, Daisies,
and Zinnias, the Sunflowers bright,
Lilies, Lavender, and Chrysanthemums

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-07

What is age but date of life
date on which you see the sky
date you take your first true beat
From mother you cannot see

For your eyes are still not focused
on her chest you look so hopeless
blanket pulled up to your head
your little ears poke out instead

And as you grow, you will get hurt
Both by life and both by dirt
And as you grow evermore
You will find me at your door

For life is full of all suprises
twinkle in your eyes and mine its
ours to share and ours to hold
Age is just what we are told

we grow weary over time
afraid to shine our diamond smile
afraid to open up our hand
incase this man slips through like sand

but fear not this man is good
he builds the fire and chops the wood
he'll doze the forest if you are cold
but you would hate that i know

fingers through your golden curls
in that cute dress i shall twirl
i shall learn the twirling moves
to lift your feet out of your boots

And let that hair tickle my chest
in the meadow with your breasts
your hair still wet from our last swim
the moisture still within your skin

we smile so much we bang our teeth
a love so real we cannot breathe
as we share eachothers breath
you may die atop my chest

poety shows truth of pain
no glory lost no glory gained
an even balance at the end
i get to share with my best friend

Age is how you measure time
Not love and lust, distance and wine
it is the measure of a tree
But age shall never conquer we

Two birds we are,
Flying on the air.
No one,
Can reach us,
Way up here.
We'll fly so high,
On wing and prayer.
Soaring,
Sailing,
On the air way....

We'll whistle song,
And dance the wind.
All that space,
Our flight begins.
And when my wing feather,
Touches your's,
The beauty...

And if,
My feathers fall away,
I know you'll carry me,
Every day....

And when I'm dying,
Along the way,
I'll thank you for your beauty....
My strong one,
My love bird....

28/1/2011....

Liza Mc Beth....