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MAKE LOVE

Making love is more than sex
It is an art that goes beyond the skin
Undress a soul, calmly
and surrender without fear
nor modesty.
It is a divine act
infinite enjoyment
is to make the body
an instrument of sublime pleasure
with passion and tenderness
where desire flows like water from a hot bath
and the words sound like poems
that the lips describe
and the hands print
for anatomy
sliding like foams
exhaling sensual odors
that numb the senses
chanting sighs;
and the bodies of lovers
explode in a lustful tremor
of total enjoyment ...

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journey above

never say goodbye
to the ones you love
just wish them well
on their journey above
only time will tell
how the heart will mend
when i journey above
and we meet again
so much time
has gone past
that my happiness
won't return
untill we're together
at last
you promised a love
so long and true
but G-D
had other tasks
in Heaven
for you to do
for you
i see no more pain
i see no more stress
because i know
your soul
has moved on
to a much better address
i will love you
always and forever
and i will forget you
n e v e r

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david fern

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The Child within,
Never dies,
Tho' sometimes he hides,
Sometimes she cries,

We keep Dreams unfettered,
Till we depart this Earth,
Into a New Mothers' womb,
Unto a Glorious New Birth,

All Die Young,
Only to live again,
So piss on my grave,
We'll all meet again,
In the End.

Be with me through my tears
Stay close to me when I fear
That nothing good can ever happen.
Wipe away my pain
When noone else can think
Or imagine of my sufferin.
Help me bury all d insults,sarcasm, and taunts
Which others bestow upon me
Deep in d layers of my skin.
Help me understand myself more
Specially my thoughts,actions, and dreams
Which give people the impression
That i am a person full of attitude,demand and other shit.
If i can't be helped from my own thread of thoughts
If i can't be held whn i am broken like a glass
If i can't be saved when i am troubled
Then my disappearance
My insanity
My death
Shall all be a part of gods plan or mayb fate and destiny,
Wanting me to meet and imprint
Some happy,sad,harsh memories in people's lives.

To Love, is to know.....

change needs a companion.

(Hopi First Nations member of the now USA.. proverb
Walk lightly in spring for Mother Earth is pregnant

The things you learn between breaths

Freedom only lives in the souls of our Specie..

what can be given unconditionally
Shall not need to be returned

We are Limited by our own definitions

Believe in beliefs for that is what will provide colour to our voids

(Part 12) "Terminal Paradox"

The story so far.... John Norrington, only survivor of the
coach tragedy, manages to find sanctuary in a cave
and comes in contact with a large meteorite that had
crashed there hours before. He collapses to the ground
and a few minutes later feels revitalised and gains
new powers and abilities. Returning to the Norrington
manor, he creates a costume for his disguise as the
Black Dove and then goes in search of his friend's killers.
He finally catches up with Jack Wild and his outlaws.
Norrington and Jenkins board a ship. They eventually set sail
back to England. On their way back the ship is caught in
strange fog, which transports them into the future, then
to the past, and finally back to their present, and they are
back home. Everything seems normal but for the fact it is
one day prior to the coach tragedy. Norrington prepares
to alter the events that would follow, As the outlaws
are coming closer to the coach with their guns drawn Jack
Wild cries to the passengers to get out of the coach,
Norrington leaps out the coach and jumps onto Jack Wild.
The other outlaws fire at Norrington. He falls to the ground
and lies there lifeless. While the outlaws chase after the
stagecoach to capture its passengers, the King's guards
approach from the opposite side and give help to
Norrington. who regains strength and disguised as the
Black Dove chases the runaway coach. He has very
little time now for stopping the coach.
Climbing on top of his horse he takes a leap and descends
on the roof of the coach, which is now rounding the bend and
heading for the edge of the cliff. He applies a hand brake and
flames leap up from the wheels. The steering connection to the
horses snaps up and the coach grinds to a halt. The Black Dove
climbs down to check on the passengers. Finding his wife Beth
alive he smiles at her, then collapses to the ground. She climbs
out of the coach. Lifting his mask she sees in amazement that
the man was her husband John. She kisses him and asks, why
he is wearing this outfit, he tells her that he is the Black Dove
he wanted to prevent the tragedy from occurring again. Then
he dies and disappears right before her eyes, Beth is in tears
kneeling on the ground. Moments later John Norrington
materialises inside the coach, wondering where he had been.
Beth turns round and discovers her man is alive, but how
can this be? She is beside herself with joy as they succeed in
repairing the coach and continue their journey to Cornwall.
The Black dove had served his purpose: by saving his friends
he had created a new timeline which never included the
heroic Black Dove, as in this timeline the Black Dove
has never really existed. THE END

Insolence and total disregard, for the laws and the men who invent them
Rash too, as well as hard, with a soul intent only on mayhem
Unblinking and resolute, full to the very brim with aggressiveness
Rumored to be of ill repute, and in a way he will get the best of this
A man born to war and the stench of the dead, his weapons are his lover's
Living by a creed of his own design, and that is to do unto other's
Asleep his dreams contain images of death, his dreams by day are dark
The one fatal chink in his armour? it is these images that have left their mark
A sentry shouts out a question, recieving silence an only response
The soldier falls as the first rounds find him, the shock registering at once
Martyred in death and in life an enigma, as a memory of vast intellect
His ideals a lasting remembrance, too the many lives that still bear their effect.

Sometimes we wish we could unfold the sky
To take you back from the space and time
So we can see your smile
For you who never knew our name

We barely know if you're a boy or a girl
You're a heaven fragments from our wound

Cover up with our blood and bones
Our shattered mind is a stage for your grave
Cover up with our blood and bones
Our shattered mind is a stage for your grave

Those bright lights beneath the stars
Reminds me of your little name

We wish we could turn back the time
For you who never knew our name
For you who never knew our name

But when we close our eyes
We stumble ourselves inside
Tears never bring you back

A part of life we all must do, the one thing that will stay true. It hurts loved ones and makes them blue; but as we live, cannot undo! It makes complete the life we chose; yet gives us hope we should not lose. The joy we share and sorrow we see; gives note to all that this must be. We no not when this will take place; so live life at our own pace! Indeed, we know that this is true; we live our lives—but must die too! I cannot explain why this must be; yet see that death does set us free. I give a gift in this belief, and write these words to ease your grief. I’m sorry that I must complete; that part of life we cannot beat. All my love; to all that’s dear—within your heart I will be near!

There can be No Easter Sunday !
Rev. Fulton Sheen