Love Aroma

My brain has gone to sleep
Into it after, her love words, she did sweep
I relish this deeply supercharged coma
After taking an overdose of her love aroma
This beauty sleep is every lover’s dream
Nothing can make me conscious but your love dream
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
True Love is intoxicating, a beloved is needed to make you move on.
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A Faraway Beloved

A careworn lady’s sitting in a blue café
In a dismal island too far away
Sinking desperately in broken dreams
At promising thoughts she dispiritedly beams
A familiar name from an unknown land away
Reminds her of star-crossed lovers without delay

I do hoist the daring sails to the sky
This adventurous odyssey is my do or die
But . . .
I don’t know what to say or how to go on when I am weak in front of love words. They raid and besiege my mind and heart. They sway me into crying myself to sleep. I am restless when love in my topic; my tears better than my words can describe it. . . .
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Posted: Sep 2009
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My Lonely Tears

Breathless tears at solitary nights are mine
For this solid grief I could find no answer divine
Who is to care about my tight confined dreams?
An endless nightmare this dreadful dismay seems
My innocent soul is tired of such stares cold-eyed
No beloved is beside to soothe my anonymous inside
I seek an unsung entity in this lethargic game of life
Love is the only solution for my lifelong inner strife.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Oh, how tough it is to be full of intense emotions but . . .
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An American Soldier in the Middle East: A Rapper’s

<<To Those Who Have Lost Their Lovers at War>>

We’re forced not to leave this fanfaronade
We’re sure this is just part of a serenade
Away from our states we are ready-made
To rehearse a majestic harlequinade
The Chief Executive’s common crusade
Who is harbored with a fresh lemonade
In the white House’s nestling stockade
No matter if my beloved’s missed in this charade
Perhaps she’s strolling in a promenade
Or is enjoying drinking a limeade
Or is just crying for me in a palisade
Oh I will not trade her for this pasquinade
Oh some shrapnel from a cannonade
Is
To abrade
My heart.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Sensual Love: Part II

—This ’s a bad position—no decision— on a body expedition—I need to feel you with no—contrition—on my mind you make hot—affairs—inhibition lost, this flair’s—just from a perfect—man—with prevision—we can control this proposition—up to the end of the—night—we enjoy this fantasy—on a secret mission—do it baby—we can move—and prove this decision—maybe—I’ll show you my plan with love ignition—… (—continued)
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Decision: Rap-Song

Oh my girl—I decided
Decided
ooooh
Let’s go
I wanna let my heart show—its crimson passion in full flow—I was your past dream long—ago—before this—now the rain’s coming down—beside—each other we can bliss—this—out: I’ll rub you the right way, remiss—of what was our past without you—and me together, just we’d better dismiss—those nightmares of not being—together—nothing is amiss—when honesty is our real ID card in this—valley of tears, bliss—is just in being with you—oh girl—I decided not to miss—you anymore, it is—not hit-and-miss—but forever this—is our bliss with no disguise—disguise—is to devise love—but it is with no bliss—this—is what others—do—but the smile on my face—is—with a whole slew—of honest love for you—I even—do—look at your—eyes—when I fail to apprise—you— with my words—which are to show I—recognize you—even when you have no words with—you— …
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Sensual Love: Part I

Baby—your body’s my desire—this affair makes me higher—slyer
I aspire to a physical touch—sensual fantasy’s to inspire—me in this fire
This is a love plan—I’m on a mission—don’t let this passion misfire.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Mushy Guy!!!!! : Fun :O

Oh, darling, I love you
Oh, my Juliet, I love you
Oh, Mom, I love you
Oh, Dad,I love you
Oh, my friends,I love you
Oh, sky,I love you
Oh, tree,I love you
Oh, kiss, I love you
Oh, hug, I love you
Oh, you,I love you
Oh, me,I love you
Oh, them,I love you
Oh, us,I love you
Oh, Bush,I love you
Oh, Obama,I love you
Oh, White house, I love you
Oh, Black House, I love you
Oh, Hillary,I love you
Oh, peace,I love you
Oh, war,I love you
Oh, Middle East, I love you
Oh, Among East, I love you
Oh, Beside East, I love you
Oh, democracy, I love you
Oh, Hitler, I love you
Oh, life,I love you
Oh, girl,I love you
Oh, boy,I love you
Oh, Queen,I love you
Oh, here,I love you
Oh, there,I love you
Oh, up,I love you
Oh, down, I love you
Oh, my dog and cat,I love you
Oh, pig,I love you
Oh, ladybird,I love you
Oh, milky cow,I love you
Oh, everything,I love you
Oh, my sharp knife, I love you
Oh, my bloodied heart, I love you
Oh, cheating gal, I love you
Oh, ***, I love you
Oh, @$#&&, I love you
Oh, %^$$#, I love you
Oh, *&&&!, I love you
Oh, I love you, I love you
Oh, doc, I love you
Oh, nurse, I love you
Oh, shit! I love you
I love yoooooooooooou frustrated
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Posted: Sep 2009
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What Does a Girl Want?

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
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Moses’ Rod!

Hi God
I am Moses’ Rod
He used me to prod
Your men into giving you a nod
Unfortunately, now I’ve lost my prophet-bod
Please send him my greeting aubade
Let him know I am now in Baghdad
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Good Girl

It is a little hazy
The girl is like an English daisy
She is interested in "The Maid Turned Mistress" by Battista Pergolesi
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Forgive & Forget: A-Rap Song

<<To Those Who Believe in Everlasting Love >>

After a clamorous debate
A gorgeous date
Dares to state
It is time to re-date
[She meant “to be up-to-date!”]
To have a tête-à-tête
With a guy similar to chief-of-state
She’s right, in this free state
Nothing is late
You can love and hate
Even no curate
Is of a high success rate
To passionately narrate
Viable stories of the Book on grudge and hate
As if they have forgotten their own heavy date
She, wearing a plait,
Leaves suggestively the date
Hops into a taxi with a gruesome number—13—plate
The guy—hard luck!—after receiving the Section Eight
Drives dejectedly to the Hecate Strait
Flashes back to the time they together ate
Large halibuts of the strait
He missed a heavenly gate
To open and make the tensions abate
Suddenly a gentle voice came to deflate
All of those nightmarish reveries called hate
To stop the tensions to grate
She was there! To sedate
The distress that was just because of a simple debate
And this is a golden key for every soul-mate
To forgive and forget and, certainly, their love will never grow into hate.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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