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No words have been formed to express
The depths of LOVING in me you have left.
All I can do is imagine your welcome reception
Of my life into yours, letting go of the stress.

What separates us is only the fear that
other insignificant matters may take precedent
And somehow alter our personal identity when lent
In LOVING each other...oh, let us reinvent.

LOVING, while unconditional, bruises the soul
But the experience makes us become refined,and whole--
Needing nothing, growing in maturity, passionately entwined--
Joined together---body, soul, and mind.

While LOVING you has afflicted my heart and spiritual space
There is no greater joy this connection could generate
The energy shared between both us so sensually laced
By our Father before there was a date.

M. Elizabeth Smith

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Muddling through the masses--soul to soul
Rising day to day incomplete, not whole--
For what is missing is that spiritual connect
That satisfies the body, even the intellect…
LOVE

Wandering around bumping into each other we meet
One muses in her mind how the Loving Father
Could allow such misery and grief to visit our feet.
Yet, in spite of these mitigating factors
One chases the one thing that really matters…
LOVE.

So, onward we tread over hate and confusion
Because we must come to this very conclusion
That no matter of the time and energy we expend
We all are creatures who will have lived our lives
And the journey will end in…
LOVE.

M. Elizabeth Smith

Just before we took that final leap,
From childhood into something else,
We once again called a truce.

As the days and weeks go by,
So few, I find, are what they seemed.
But you, I know,
I wish to keep close to me.

There've been many years and changes,
Yet, somehow we've made it though.
Always friends!!!!

I am a dream
of I

Dream me a sweeter
dream said I

Dream me a tear that
cannot cry

Awake me from this
dreamy sigh

Pinch me from my
drowsy I

Kiss me awake from
my dying I

Enlarge my heart from
this blinded eye

Hope me again for
a second try

Dream me wings til
I surely fly

Perhaps I can sit
And send all my secrets to you
Think of your face
Hope all of those signals get through

Well I wrote on the water
But my words just clung to the shore
The ripples just echoed with laughter
And I wrote no more

How times have changed
But still nothing has changed after all
Time is a healer
But will always leave the wounds sore

I melted the ice
And my reasons started to flow
But when I had turned you had gone
They had nowhere to go

With glass held in hand
I sip wine from those bygone days
The bottle is empty
Now all I can see is a haze

I think of those ripples
And wonder if they have a home
Or do they just wait
To see all my words sink like a stone

Perhaps I should place
All these things I say in a boat
And build it with memories
In the hope that my words stay afloat

Attaching a message
So perhaps it might find its way
Then I’ll wait by the shore
For a reply that may come back one day

How time passes quickly by
No more than a blink of an eye
Is this really where we meet
Among so many strangers as we share a seat

It’s been sometime that we’ve last spoken
Somewhere inside memories have woken
Is it really that long ago?
I look older but I guess you know

As you can tell eventually
The years rolled on I got married as well
Feelings I have I thought went away
But seeing you now they were meant to stay

After all these years we are back on our own
And the cruelness of age has placed us here in this home
Perhaps companionship was meant to be
I know I’ve missed you but have you missed me

Yes it’s lovely to see you again
My friend
Come sit a while
A while, yes awhile

It’s so lovely to see you again
My friend
I see we’ve learnt to smile
To smile, yes to smile

I stand by your side and think how it begun
Look up to the sky and see moon chasing the sun
Watching the clouds hide behind evening haze
To the song of the lark that is singing your praise.


We were both childhood sweethearts we were so young
Yet we both did not realise that our paths had begun
And though we were children and only played games
A love would start growing and would be fanned by the flames.


And as we grew older I remember that first kiss
It gave a redemption encompassed in bliss
That embrace fought a battle and took away fear
And my lips kissed your eye to taste that sweet tear.


Then one day they called me and said I must fight
To leave all my family and defend what is right
With only a picture they took me away
Not knowing that I would return back one day.


Many years passed and I wrote to you
Telling you what I thought you must do
I told you to forget me and not be my bride
As the sounds of the battle took away what was inside.


Yet a pledge that you made and you waited for me
And wound I encountered sent me back free
I promise I’d remain with you for the rest of life
And the very next month I took you as wife.


Three children we had and one child we lost
In another great war that we paid with a cost
The years kept on passing and age came to stay
But the love that we had never faded away.


Then time took its toll of which we are a slave
Now I’m here standing by the edge of your grave
And I think back the memories of that which were ours
As I kneel down beside you to lay down these flowers.


I know that my journey will not be to long
Which is why every day I sing you this song?
For one day we’ll meet and in our arms will remain
And to kiss the sweet tear once more again.

She's such a freak!

There’s no excitement like the chance of getting caught

I'm down her throat
My two fingers tickling and she releases juices
My car seat is the best place in the world for now....

I hold her hair while she gets me deep-in
she’s excited to get me climaxed

In my car
My rock hard d*ck receiving awesome completion
while I'm nervously looking around... afraid of getting caught..

In my car parked right in front of her house ...

Je regarde impuissant des vidéos de la France.. ma France.. debout... en proie aux flammes.. à genous.. en larmes..
Je regarde impuissant les nouveaux rois élus se vautrer sans honte dans les excès que le pouvoir leurs accordent... et le mépris qu'ils ont de leur peuple...
Je regarde impuissant des femmes, des hommes, des personnes agées voire des enfants devenir les victimes des violences policières alors que ces gens ne réclament que justice, droiture et le rétablissement d'une morale politique depuis longtemps devenue une plaisanterie...
Je regarde impuissant, ici même, la censure gouvernementale faire fi des droits de chacun d'exprimer une opinion qui n'est pas celle de ceux au pouvoir...
Je regarde impuissant la France, pays des droits de l'homme, du code civil, de Hugo, Zola, Jaurès, Rabelais, Montesquieux, Descartes, Voltaire, Diderot et tant d'autres écrivain, philosophe, reporteur d'un temps, d'une époque devenir une dictature au service des lobbies, des grands groupes, des banques et des marchés financiers...
Je regarde impuissant notre devise qui hier encore inspira d'autres nations, maculée de sang aux facades de nos lieux publiques... liberté mon cul... égalité mon cul... fraternité.. la votre peuple de France n'est plus à remettre en question.. mais à quel prix? Celui du sand, de la violence.. et de la honte... la votre Mesdames et Messieurs du gouvernement..
Je regarde impuissant ce gouvernement aux relents facistes et néo-nazis se rire de mes soeurs et mes frères, battus par le système, accablés de dettes.. avec des fins de mois difficiles qui commencent dès le premier de chaque mois...
Je regarde tout ça.. impuissant car trop loin pour vous rejoindre dans ce combat... du fond de cet exile que je me suis choisi... parce que la France, ma France est devenue une moquerie démocratique et une farce économique dont je ne voulais pas.. ou plus précisemment ne pouvais financièrement pas m'offrir...
Je regarde.. tout ça.. impuissant... et des larmes coulent parce que même loin, même trop loin mon coeur appartient à jamais à la France...
Et mon âme à jamais portera ses couleurs.. bleu... blanc... et si rouge aujourd'hui du sang que vous Monsieur Macron, du fond de votre vie de luxe financée par les impots directs, indirects, hausses en tout genre que vous, comme maint de vos prédécésseurs, avez voulu afin de vous offrir une vaisselle de roi pour vous restaurer galamment cependant que votre peuple crève de faim...
Je suis un gilet jaune.. je suis de ceux qui demande, qui exige votre démission.. la votre comme celle de votre gouvernement..
Je suis un gilet jaune.. et je vous emmerde..

Noontime whistle atop the volunteer fire station
awakens every motorcycle within the radius
repurposing every decibel left over since the big bang
Traffic lanes tighten but keep on moving
the venturi sets empty cups to rolling, with straws still stuck in
whatever
And because some students have cars and cars have tires
a man in hi-viz vest tugs and strains on a 4-way wrench
another friday night oops to support the local economy
His fee will be proportionate to the squeal of stubborn lugs
if the Judge was involved, well then he or she's invoicing too
whatever
No net effect on unlimited data plans
point of sale pizza, flavored vapes, or bedbug powder
Nearest damn salt water beach a good five hour drive
south by southeast in this case
seldom is that considered that do-able from here
local law enforcement barely lets the kids breathe anyway
lucky enough swim in a few nearby mud ponds
or get to finish their courses here
whatever
A lot of apparatus is in place to keep things green
apart and away and unresponsive to rural towns brown
A million congrat's to Yale and Harvard, these; the other
hallowed halls of long-term planning across and threw-outs
this big ol' land o' ours
A quick hundred years having opted in
and cannibalize their own
Voracious appetite can be surgically corrected
absent anesthesia
however which and
whatever
Most of the cups have been squashed by now
the lids and straws need more running over
the yin and yang for not picking them up
The calendar keeps traffic moving
retail supply rolls 24/7
boardrooms collect the stat's