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Why is ever girl on this site like fifty or more. Is there any mid age women like twenty or even thirtys on this site let me know if you would like to talk about to quit .

Patient and yearning,
suffering and resolving,
Be slow and balance thy rites o` magus;
herein let the wand caress the countenance of the cup,
lo in sign by seal twas the disc revealed;
entwined serpent`s festoon,
a scarab doth adjure it`s boon risen as the sun,
tis thy house consecrated unto all lands.

There it is, not moving, no path
alone comes itself
and brings the move for others
to dare
can't make it go further away
cause this damn inertia of mine
got froze
thus, directed by great illusions
from minds of nothing
nothing to joke, none the second of luck.

I am a warrior,
Without a war,
I am tranquility,
Without peace,
I live to die,
I am dying to live,
Given you the sunshine that brightens your eyes,
I give you the moon that you fear,
I am growing older,
Yet, I'll be here for many more years,-
Pick a flower flowerchild, my sweet,
I am an angel,
I am the beast,-
I am right,
Constantly high,
Am I wrong?,
Wine, women, and song?,-
I am love,
I am hate,
I can rule,
I can debate,-
Remember me as the fluffy clouds linger by,
From all four corners,
There I will lie,-
Facing the moon with my back against the sun,
Once more,
Then there were none--

when all around come to speck
when all is done, but not finished
then, the longer the eclipse last
the shorter the diamond shined
in this change of brightness
light will escape, the smoke no more
and, there, could be morning
could be night.

in the realms of fabrication
where dreams and nightmares
undecidedly lose their brass tacks
i was considering dancing a waltz
when i came across a pseudo old chap

i asked him if he could curl ones liver
as sobriety, melancholy and wistfulness
had simply become to much to bare
but he just shuffled and stared at me blankly
and said 'que veut dire ceci?

I miss you babes -
When I am home -
Surrounded by you crafts -
Mr Dingles is sitting on my lap -
Favourably the skeleton scarecrow -
Which stalks you strawberry supply -
I miss the chocolate mouse, with the dark flavours, you so gently spooned onto my lips -
I love the taste after the taste, the one from your tongue, which splits my mouth to be accepted, by more to your one -
I miss you babes, when you lap by the dance, ontop of me, whispering my name, never stopping, then we play our game -
I miss you more everyday, my love which now is my passion, will never be complete -
I miss you babes when I am down at night, when I feel to the complete in lost, your life came at the price, no God can expect me to do the cost -
I love you babes, I never said those words to you, by the mean, to fulfill your dreams -
Do you hear my screams, I am a fool, I am a fool, what I thought was cool, was not to the measure in you -
I cry, I do not care, I love you babes -
I miss you more everyday -
Open is my heart by thought -
My chances missed -
So I miss you babes -
My mistake, I misjudged, I ringed the finger on your hand, with tears -
You wear the ring to your grave -
I said I do, but somehow, I expected an anwser too -
I miss you babes -
My heart was graved next to you

Why are we soo obsessed, craving forgiveness, wanting to be blessed? soo many channels on tv, send your money so you can be free, how much does it take to enter the pearly gate?

If I send to you all I've got,, will it get me in?, will it not? How much will it take? How much will you make?, What's God's cut for this saving grace? Will he meet me face to face? Does he take cheques? Cash?, or a credit card? This is too complicated, it's too hard, I'm destined for hell,,, yep , guess I fell.

When I open my eyes
to see the sun rise
I think of you.

When I hear a robin sing
on the first day of spring
I think of you.


When I see a red rose
on the bush where it grows
I think of you.


When I feel the summer heat
on the sand beneath my feet
I think of you.


When I sit on a beach
another world just out of reach
I think of you.

When I see the colored leaves
fall to the ground from a light breeze
I think of you.


When I look to the night sky
and see the sparkle like in your eyes
I think of you.


When the snow is coming down
to softly blanket the ground
I think of you.


When I go to bed at night
as I turn out the light
I think of you.


When I'm old and near death
and I draw my last breath

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