Days like today bring back the demons of the past. Time to hit the bottle and cry for "Love" instead of this awfull rage that's come back again. Fuck the news and the papers and the world I'm going back into my own bubble, it's a nice place there!
"Lilac Wine"
I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
and be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink
Because it I brings me back you...
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
like my love
Listen to me...
I cannot see clearly
Isn't that he coming to me nearly here?
Lilac wine is sweet and heady
where's my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
where's my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that he, or am I just going crazy, dear?
Lilac Wine, I feel unready
for my love...
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An acrostic poem for all you BEAUTIFUL ladies:
Because you're so gorgeous,
Everyday I will say,
All the people round here should,
Understand why I pray,
That you'll want me and need me,
In you're arms - holding tight,
For you truly are amazing,
Utterly scrumptious and bright,
Let's not pretend you don't know what I mean,
you're a beautiful princess - fit to be queen!.
Because you're so gorgeous,
Everyday I will say,
All the people round here should,
Understand why I pray,
That you'll want me and need me,
In you're arms - holding tight,
For you truly are amazing,
Utterly scrumptious and bright,
Let's not pretend you don't know what I mean,
you're a beautiful princess - fit to be queen!.
What are You?
As I sit and think of you smiling,
Nice dreams of love and romance keep multiplying,
Gone are my thoughts of lonely sad days,
Elation swells my heart, and leaves it in a haze,
Longing to be near you, and hold you in my arms,
*
Opening my soul, to be filled with all your charms,
Reaching the conclusion that, you’re too perfect to be real,
*
Daring for a moment to think sweetness is all I feel,
Excitement then creeps in and reminds me of your touch,
Very sexy, very exciting, very orgasmic, yes very much,
Is this the passion of an ‘angel’, or are you a ‘devil’ too,
Lets face it, I can’t control it, you’re too good at what you do.
As I sit and think of you smiling,
Nice dreams of love and romance keep multiplying,
Gone are my thoughts of lonely sad days,
Elation swells my heart, and leaves it in a haze,
Longing to be near you, and hold you in my arms,
*
Opening my soul, to be filled with all your charms,
Reaching the conclusion that, you’re too perfect to be real,
*
Daring for a moment to think sweetness is all I feel,
Excitement then creeps in and reminds me of your touch,
Very sexy, very exciting, very orgasmic, yes very much,
Is this the passion of an ‘angel’, or are you a ‘devil’ too,
Lets face it, I can’t control it, you’re too good at what you do.
Sex God
The rain is beating on my pain,
It's driving me inseign,
This rane!
Edit: Object lesson in never writing poetry at 3am and posting it
:lol: Sleep on it FFS. I shall leave it - otherwise the lesson would be meaningless 
It's driving me inseign,
This rane!
Edit: Object lesson in never writing poetry at 3am and posting it
:lol: Sleep on it FFS. I shall leave it - otherwise the lesson would be meaningless On the Wings of Freedom
In the darkest lonely place
shivering in the cold
A young girl hid in silence,
too beautiful to behold ~
Her eyes were masked in terror
while she could only see
The hopelessness she only knew
and the longing to be free.
She does not see her beauty
she only sees the pain
And lives within the memory where
her darkest times remain ~
Tears fall softly to the floor
as the fear from deep within
Envelop her in the silence
of the whispers of the wind.
The slightest touch or friendly hug
rekindles her greatest fears
As she recoils inside herself
where she sheds her silent tears ~
She hides within her loneliness
the only way she knows
While outside she smiles to mask the fear
she never wants to show.
The deepest scars of her life
inflicted with such pain
Of the betrayal that prevents her
from being whole again ~
The trust that once was broken
can it ever be repaired?
To free her from the darkest hours
of her silent despair.
Her tears she sheds of the abuse
and its painful memory
Living locked within the walls
crying to be free ~
The hope that soon she will grow
and spread out her broken wings
To fly above the deepest pain
that tears from deep within.
As she puts her past behind her
she will come to face her fears
To rise above her brokenness
of her wasted years ~
In coming out of the shadows,
she'll no longer need to hide
In the deepest darkest corners
of the part of her that died.
So on her wings of freedom
she will come to know
That flying above her memories meant
she needed to let go ~
With her painful past behind her
and those memories from within
To have the faith that she will rise
upon her mounted wings.
The inner peace she hopes to find
on the wings of love
That fills her soul with the desires
and all she has dreamed of ~
To know the beauty she beholds
and spirit of tranquility
For one day she will truly fly
beyond her memories.
© Christina
14th May, 2001
In the darkest lonely place
shivering in the cold
A young girl hid in silence,
too beautiful to behold ~
Her eyes were masked in terror
while she could only see
The hopelessness she only knew
and the longing to be free.
She does not see her beauty
she only sees the pain
And lives within the memory where
her darkest times remain ~
Tears fall softly to the floor
as the fear from deep within
Envelop her in the silence
of the whispers of the wind.
The slightest touch or friendly hug
rekindles her greatest fears
As she recoils inside herself
where she sheds her silent tears ~
She hides within her loneliness
the only way she knows
While outside she smiles to mask the fear
she never wants to show.
The deepest scars of her life
inflicted with such pain
Of the betrayal that prevents her
from being whole again ~
The trust that once was broken
can it ever be repaired?
To free her from the darkest hours
of her silent despair.
Her tears she sheds of the abuse
and its painful memory
Living locked within the walls
crying to be free ~
The hope that soon she will grow
and spread out her broken wings
To fly above the deepest pain
that tears from deep within.
As she puts her past behind her
she will come to face her fears
To rise above her brokenness
of her wasted years ~
In coming out of the shadows,
she'll no longer need to hide
In the deepest darkest corners
of the part of her that died.
So on her wings of freedom
she will come to know
That flying above her memories meant
she needed to let go ~
With her painful past behind her
and those memories from within
To have the faith that she will rise
upon her mounted wings.
The inner peace she hopes to find
on the wings of love
That fills her soul with the desires
and all she has dreamed of ~
To know the beauty she beholds
and spirit of tranquility
For one day she will truly fly
beyond her memories.
© Christina
14th May, 2001
sometimes in life,
you find a special friend.
someone who changes your life
by being apart of it.
someone who makes you laugh
untill you cant stop.
someone who makes you believe that
there really is good in the world.
this is forever friendship.
and if you find such a friend
you feel happy and complete.
you have a forever friend for life.
for peaches
you find a special friend.
someone who changes your life
by being apart of it.
someone who makes you laugh
untill you cant stop.
someone who makes you believe that
there really is good in the world.
this is forever friendship.
and if you find such a friend
you feel happy and complete.
you have a forever friend for life.
for peaches Your revolution will not happen between these thighs,
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs,
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs,
Not happen between these thighs,
Not happen between these thighs.
The real revolution ain't about booty size,
The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you drives.
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls,
Baby your notorious revolution,
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche In my bush.
Your revolution will be you killing me softly
With fugees.
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring,
And produce little future emcees
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs.
Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it
well,
You know, doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come on now.
Your revolution will not be you smacking it up,
flipping it, or rubbing it down
Nor will it take you downtown or humpin around,
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not have me singing,
ain't no nigga like the one I got.
And your revolution will not be sending me for no drip, drip VD
shot.
And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise
Or helping you fantasize,
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
No no, not between these thighs.
Oh, my Jamican brother, your revolution will not make you feel
boombastic,
And really fantastic,
And have you, groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in
plastic.
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french
vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate delux,
Or having Akinyele's dream, m-hmm a 6-foot blowjob machine m-hmm,
You want to subjugate your queen? uh-huh.
Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few bucks?
Please brother please he he.
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave,
And making me believe I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown.
Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed,
And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes?.
I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown,
You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown.
Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego.
We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense,
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense.
But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and
status To express what you feel.
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs.
Will not happen between these thighs.
Will not be you shaking and me *yawn* faking
Between these thighs.
Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real
revolution.
You know I'm talking about the revolution,
When it comes, it's gonna be real.
it's gonna be real.
it's gonna be real.
when it finally comes.
when it finally comes.
it's gonna be real, yeah yeah.
dj vadim feat-Sarah Jones-revolution
...tune :thumbup:
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs,
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs,
Not happen between these thighs,
Not happen between these thighs.
The real revolution ain't about booty size,
The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you drives.
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls,
Baby your notorious revolution,
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche In my bush.
Your revolution will be you killing me softly
With fugees.
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring,
And produce little future emcees
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs.
Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it
well,
You know, doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come on now.
Your revolution will not be you smacking it up,
flipping it, or rubbing it down
Nor will it take you downtown or humpin around,
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not have me singing,
ain't no nigga like the one I got.
And your revolution will not be sending me for no drip, drip VD
shot.
And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise
Or helping you fantasize,
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
No no, not between these thighs.
Oh, my Jamican brother, your revolution will not make you feel
boombastic,
And really fantastic,
And have you, groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in
plastic.
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french
vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate delux,
Or having Akinyele's dream, m-hmm a 6-foot blowjob machine m-hmm,
You want to subjugate your queen? uh-huh.
Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few bucks?
Please brother please he he.
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave,
And making me believe I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown.
Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed,
And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes?.
I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown,
You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown.
Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego.
We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense,
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense.
But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and
status To express what you feel.
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs.
Will not happen between these thighs.
Will not be you shaking and me *yawn* faking
Between these thighs.
Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real
revolution.
You know I'm talking about the revolution,
When it comes, it's gonna be real.
it's gonna be real.
it's gonna be real.
when it finally comes.
when it finally comes.
it's gonna be real, yeah yeah.
dj vadim feat-Sarah Jones-revolution
...tune :thumbup:
It's so natural the way you touch me
So natural the way you run your fingers through my hair
It's so natural the way you make me feel like I'm a lady
It's so natural the way you care
It's so natural
When I feel low. you pull me higher
You warm me up, set me on fire
Well there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you
You come home, and I am waiting for you
To come over and give me hungry kisses
of love, of love, so true
And there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you
With hands so warm, you touch my very soul
You pull me closer, so I won't feel the cold
Just love, love, Your love, so true
And there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you
Swimming in the love you give me
It's so natural
:love:
So natural the way you run your fingers through my hair
It's so natural the way you make me feel like I'm a lady
It's so natural the way you care
It's so natural
When I feel low. you pull me higher
You warm me up, set me on fire
Well there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you
You come home, and I am waiting for you
To come over and give me hungry kisses
of love, of love, so true
And there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you
With hands so warm, you touch my very soul
You pull me closer, so I won't feel the cold
Just love, love, Your love, so true
And there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you
Swimming in the love you give me
It's so natural
:love: For my soul mate - WantsToDance
Soul Mate by Orpheus
we meet on the street
my true love and i
by chance or by fate
i cannot decide
but there's another
not me at her side
i know the moment
her eyes lock with mine
i've gone through my life
ignorant and blind
the taste on my lips
of water not wine
i've known love before
in some other time
before she is gone
i see in her eye
a thousand, thousand
lives shared, she and i
i cannot despair
i know in my heart
together at times
but never apart
she's one of my dreams
my soul's other part
**sigh**
:rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose:
Soul Mate by Orpheus
we meet on the street
my true love and i
by chance or by fate
i cannot decide
but there's another
not me at her side
i know the moment
her eyes lock with mine
i've gone through my life
ignorant and blind
the taste on my lips
of water not wine
i've known love before
in some other time
before she is gone
i see in her eye
a thousand, thousand
lives shared, she and i
i cannot despair
i know in my heart
together at times
but never apart
she's one of my dreams
my soul's other part
**sigh**
:rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose:
Sexpert
edit ... sorry ppl its time for my poems to go back in the box untill i know more about the new owners
Pink Floyd - The Dogs of War
Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don’t discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather ’round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don’t know the web we weave
One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world
Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can’t stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast
One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world
The dogs of war don’t negotiate
The dogs of war won’t capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they’ve been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.
One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world
Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don’t discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather ’round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don’t know the web we weave
One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world
Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can’t stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast
One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world
The dogs of war don’t negotiate
The dogs of war won’t capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they’ve been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.
One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world
Bob Dylan - With God on Our Side
Oh my name it is nothin’
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the midwest
It’s taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on it’s side.
Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The indians fell
The cavalries charged
The indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on it’s side.
Oh the spanish-american
War had it’s day
And the civil war too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I’s made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.
Oh the first world war, boys
It closed out it’s fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don’t count the dead
When god’s on your side.
When the second world war
Came to an end
We forgave the germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The germans now too
Have God on their side.
I’ve learned to hate russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It’s them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.
But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we’re forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When god’s on your side.
In a many dark hour
I’ve been thinkin’ about this
That jesus christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for you
You’ll have to decide
Whether judas iscariot
Had God on his side.
So now as I’m leavin’
I’m weary as hell
The confusion I’m feelin’
Ain’t no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If god’s on our side
He’ll stop the next war.
Oh my name it is nothin’
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the midwest
It’s taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on it’s side.
Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The indians fell
The cavalries charged
The indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on it’s side.
Oh the spanish-american
War had it’s day
And the civil war too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I’s made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.
Oh the first world war, boys
It closed out it’s fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don’t count the dead
When god’s on your side.
When the second world war
Came to an end
We forgave the germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The germans now too
Have God on their side.
I’ve learned to hate russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It’s them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.
But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we’re forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When god’s on your side.
In a many dark hour
I’ve been thinkin’ about this
That jesus christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for you
You’ll have to decide
Whether judas iscariot
Had God on his side.
So now as I’m leavin’
I’m weary as hell
The confusion I’m feelin’
Ain’t no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If god’s on our side
He’ll stop the next war.
I've had no sex now for a year
a fact that brings me no good cheer
one thing I'd like to make so clear:
IT ISN'T OUT OF CHOICE
I'm starting to forget such things
that good old-fashioned fucking brings
like hearing how a woman sings
in her orgasmic voice :karaoke:
I'm missing being allowed to touch
a joyous thing I love so much
why is my search for nookie such
a waste of bloody time? :violin:
I'm good in bed, or so I'm told
I'm only 26 years old
I'm well hung and as good as gold
and I made this whole thing rhyme
a fact that brings me no good cheer
one thing I'd like to make so clear:
IT ISN'T OUT OF CHOICE
I'm starting to forget such things
that good old-fashioned fucking brings
like hearing how a woman sings
in her orgasmic voice :karaoke:
I'm missing being allowed to touch
a joyous thing I love so much
why is my search for nookie such
a waste of bloody time? :violin:
I'm good in bed, or so I'm told
I'm only 26 years old
I'm well hung and as good as gold
and I made this whole thing rhyme
Hope you guys won't mind a newbie offering a short extract which has some particular significance for me:
We are the Pilgrims, Master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea.
From 'The Golden Road to Samarkand' by James Elroy Flecker.
Digga.
We are the Pilgrims, Master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea.
From 'The Golden Road to Samarkand' by James Elroy Flecker.
Digga.
here goes,,,,
True Adventures.
Touch the cold, the winters charge,
True adventures of a waking heart,
Lights are overwelmed by gloom,
We see wolves sillhouetted against the moon,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,
all over, the garden rains,
lakes are forming in the pockets of the leaves,
And there in the distant glow,
A shadow on shadow,
with warmth comes life again,
along every country lane,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
lift your head, breathe the sky,
You think its gone my friend,
but it comes back again.
See the birth of another year,
See it bold, see it clear,
Leaves unfurling,insects play,
Nothing like the month of May,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,
You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again,
And their is a final cry,
Of birdsong in the sky,
And what was fast is slow,
And all around it grows,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,
You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again,
You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again.
Hamilton/ Dino.
True Adventures.
Touch the cold, the winters charge,
True adventures of a waking heart,
Lights are overwelmed by gloom,
We see wolves sillhouetted against the moon,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,
all over, the garden rains,
lakes are forming in the pockets of the leaves,
And there in the distant glow,
A shadow on shadow,
with warmth comes life again,
along every country lane,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
lift your head, breathe the sky,
You think its gone my friend,
but it comes back again.
See the birth of another year,
See it bold, see it clear,
Leaves unfurling,insects play,
Nothing like the month of May,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,
You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again,
And their is a final cry,
Of birdsong in the sky,
And what was fast is slow,
And all around it grows,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,
You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again,
You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again.
Hamilton/ Dino.
THE WORLD IS UPSIDE DOWN
THE WORLD IS UPSIDE DOWN
IT'S SLOWLY GETTING GRIMMER.
THE FAT ARE FED, WHILE THE STARVING GET THINNER.
THE WORLD IS BACK TO FRONT,
IT'S SURELY GETTING BLEAKER.
THE FIT ARE RESTED, WHILE THE TIRED GET WEAKER.
THE WORLD’S THE WRONG WAY ROUND,
WE'RE ALL BECOMING SLYER.
THE QUENCHED GET WATER, WHILE THE THIRSTY GET DRYER.
I HOPE THE WORLD WILL CHANGE,
IT MUST START GETTING BETTER.
THE CHAUFFEURED WILL HAVE TO WALK,
AND THE CRAWLERS,
WILL GET A LAMBRETTA!
Sorry about the shouting it's just written that way.
I haven't a clue where this will end up, this is my first post thingy.
Just thought I'd send you my poem.
Will someone talk to me I'm brand spanking new...without a clue!
THE WORLD IS UPSIDE DOWN
IT'S SLOWLY GETTING GRIMMER.
THE FAT ARE FED, WHILE THE STARVING GET THINNER.
THE WORLD IS BACK TO FRONT,
IT'S SURELY GETTING BLEAKER.
THE FIT ARE RESTED, WHILE THE TIRED GET WEAKER.
THE WORLD’S THE WRONG WAY ROUND,
WE'RE ALL BECOMING SLYER.
THE QUENCHED GET WATER, WHILE THE THIRSTY GET DRYER.
I HOPE THE WORLD WILL CHANGE,
IT MUST START GETTING BETTER.
THE CHAUFFEURED WILL HAVE TO WALK,
AND THE CRAWLERS,
WILL GET A LAMBRETTA!
Sorry about the shouting it's just written that way.
I haven't a clue where this will end up, this is my first post thingy.
Just thought I'd send you my poem.
Will someone talk to me I'm brand spanking new...without a clue!
Sex God
Black clouds after sunshine
torment after pleasure
struggle to retain my grip
a wasted chance lost again
a fleeting moment, in a blink
i can feel myself sink
fighting to catch my breath
only to drown again.....
torment after pleasure
struggle to retain my grip
a wasted chance lost again
a fleeting moment, in a blink
i can feel myself sink
fighting to catch my breath
only to drown again.....
Orgasminator
I wish I’d known you a long time ago
We’d have had lots more time
To just go with the flow
Before things got messy and fucked with my head
I love you forever you’d said
The pain is here, still in my heart
You made it happen
We had to part
You were selfish in thinking this was right
I tried to keep you with all my might
What we had was the best thing ever
But you lied about the reasons
Though you say you never
What was the real point of it all
You just cast me aside, set me up for a fall.
Now I’m lonely without anyone here
Being on my own
Is that which I fear
Most of all I can’t be me
You’ve taken a part that'll never again been seen
We’d have had lots more time
To just go with the flow
Before things got messy and fucked with my head
I love you forever you’d said
The pain is here, still in my heart
You made it happen
We had to part
You were selfish in thinking this was right
I tried to keep you with all my might
What we had was the best thing ever
But you lied about the reasons
Though you say you never
What was the real point of it all
You just cast me aside, set me up for a fall.
Now I’m lonely without anyone here
Being on my own
Is that which I fear
Most of all I can’t be me
You’ve taken a part that'll never again been seen
Loosing someone is about letting go,
How do you feel do people really know?
All those happy memories,
Cause you floods of tears,
Wondering how you’ll cope without them,
Throughout those painful years.
Without them there beside you,
To make you laugh or cry,
All the love you’ve felt for them,
In those years that have passed you by
But the thing that really hurts,
More than loosing someone you love,
Is loosing someone you’ve never known,
And telling yourself they live above,
That one day you will meet them,
When finally too you’ll pass,
To the world full of euphoria,
And a life that will ever last.
How do you cope with loosing a child?
You feel only you will ever know,
That feeling of emptiness and loss,
Never being able to let them go.
But really up in heaven,
There’s babies with angels wings,
With someone you’ve known that’s passed,
Teaching them all the loving things.
Try not to feel sad,
One day you will finally meet,
With all the loved ones you have lost,
And that special baby at your feet.
Laura – for my precious baby
How do you feel do people really know?
All those happy memories,
Cause you floods of tears,
Wondering how you’ll cope without them,
Throughout those painful years.
Without them there beside you,
To make you laugh or cry,
All the love you’ve felt for them,
In those years that have passed you by
But the thing that really hurts,
More than loosing someone you love,
Is loosing someone you’ve never known,
And telling yourself they live above,
That one day you will meet them,
When finally too you’ll pass,
To the world full of euphoria,
And a life that will ever last.
How do you cope with loosing a child?
You feel only you will ever know,
That feeling of emptiness and loss,
Never being able to let them go.
But really up in heaven,
There’s babies with angels wings,
With someone you’ve known that’s passed,
Teaching them all the loving things.
Try not to feel sad,
One day you will finally meet,
With all the loved ones you have lost,
And that special baby at your feet.
Laura – for my precious baby
"Pure"
You have a heavenly smile,
the look in your eyes; you stand out a mile.
You make a laugh out of a frown,
you take me up when i'm feeling down,
you're pure... pure...
When you walk the world looks on in awe,
and when you cry my heart hears your call.
When you're around I feel right,
you are my ray of light,
you're pure... pure
You to me you're more beautiful than life,
more clean; more sure; more golden pure than life.
'Cause wherever you may be,
you'll always be there for me,
you're pure...
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It's a song I wrote when my ex-gf went to live in America - I remember crying when i was writing it and the tears hitting the paper
Hope ya like!
You have a heavenly smile,
the look in your eyes; you stand out a mile.
You make a laugh out of a frown,
you take me up when i'm feeling down,
you're pure... pure...
When you walk the world looks on in awe,
and when you cry my heart hears your call.
When you're around I feel right,
you are my ray of light,
you're pure... pure
You to me you're more beautiful than life,
more clean; more sure; more golden pure than life.
'Cause wherever you may be,
you'll always be there for me,
you're pure...
-----------
It's a song I wrote when my ex-gf went to live in America - I remember crying when i was writing it and the tears hitting the paper
Hope ya like!
Sex God
Song of Childhood
by Peter Handke
(As featured in the film "Wings Of Desire" - one of my favourite films of all time)
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging.
It wanted the stream to be a river
the river a torrent
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child
It didn’t know it was a child.
Everything was full of life, and all life was one.
When the child was a child
It had no opinions about anything.
It had no habits.
It sat cross-legged, took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair
and didn’t make a face when photographed.
When the child was a child
it was the time of these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Isn’t life under the sun just a dream?
Isn’t what I see, hear and smell
only the illusion of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist,
and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who am I,
didn’t exist before I came to be
and that someday
the one who I am
will no longer be the one I am?
When the child was a child
it choked on spinach, peas, rice pudding
and on steamed cauliflower.
Now it eats all of those
and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child
it once woke up in a strange bed
and now it does so time and time again.
Many people seemed beautiful then
and now only a few, if it’s lucky.
It had a precise picture of Paradise
and now it can only guess at it.
It could not conceive of nothingness
and today it shudders at the idea.
When the child was a child
it played with enthusasm
and now
it gets equally excited
but only when it concerns
its work.
When the child was a child
berries fell into its hand as only berries do
and they still do now.
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw
and they still do now.
On every mountaintop it had a longing
for yet a higher mountain.
And in each city it had a longing
for yet a bigger city.
And it is still that way.
It reached for the cherries in the treetop
with the elation it still feels today.
It was shy with all strangers
and it still is.
It awaited the first snow
and it still waits that way.
When the child was a child
it threw a stick into a tree like a lance,
and it still quivers there today.
by Peter Handke
(As featured in the film "Wings Of Desire" - one of my favourite films of all time)
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging.
It wanted the stream to be a river
the river a torrent
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child
It didn’t know it was a child.
Everything was full of life, and all life was one.
When the child was a child
It had no opinions about anything.
It had no habits.
It sat cross-legged, took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair
and didn’t make a face when photographed.
When the child was a child
it was the time of these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Isn’t life under the sun just a dream?
Isn’t what I see, hear and smell
only the illusion of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist,
and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who am I,
didn’t exist before I came to be
and that someday
the one who I am
will no longer be the one I am?
When the child was a child
it choked on spinach, peas, rice pudding
and on steamed cauliflower.
Now it eats all of those
and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child
it once woke up in a strange bed
and now it does so time and time again.
Many people seemed beautiful then
and now only a few, if it’s lucky.
It had a precise picture of Paradise
and now it can only guess at it.
It could not conceive of nothingness
and today it shudders at the idea.
When the child was a child
it played with enthusasm
and now
it gets equally excited
but only when it concerns
its work.
When the child was a child
berries fell into its hand as only berries do
and they still do now.
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw
and they still do now.
On every mountaintop it had a longing
for yet a higher mountain.
And in each city it had a longing
for yet a bigger city.
And it is still that way.
It reached for the cherries in the treetop
with the elation it still feels today.
It was shy with all strangers
and it still is.
It awaited the first snow
and it still waits that way.
When the child was a child
it threw a stick into a tree like a lance,
and it still quivers there today.
Hey Joni put it all behind you
hey Joni now I've put it all behind me too
these times can't add up
your life is such a mess
forget the past, and just say yes
tell me Joni, am I the one
to see you through?
In this broken town can you still jack in
and know what to do?
I remember our youth, our high ideals
I remember you were so uptight
that time in the trees, we broke that vice
we took some steps and now
we can't think twice
tell me Joni, am I right by you?
Tell me how your gonna lose this hard luck?
Hey Joni, when will all these dreams come true?
You'd better find a way
to climb down off that truck
shots ring out from the center of an empty field
Joni's in the tall grass
she's a beautiful mental jukebox
a sailboat explosion
a snap of electric whipcrack
she's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
she doesn't think at all about the past
she thinking long and hard
about that high wild sound
and wondering will it last?
Kick it!
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
There's something turning, Joni, turning right to you
my head burns, but I know you'll speak the truth, hey!
hey Joni, put it all behind you
hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me too
forget the future
these times are such a mess
tune out the past, and just say yes
hey Joni now I've put it all behind me too
these times can't add up
your life is such a mess
forget the past, and just say yes
tell me Joni, am I the one
to see you through?
In this broken town can you still jack in
and know what to do?
I remember our youth, our high ideals
I remember you were so uptight
that time in the trees, we broke that vice
we took some steps and now
we can't think twice
tell me Joni, am I right by you?
Tell me how your gonna lose this hard luck?
Hey Joni, when will all these dreams come true?
You'd better find a way
to climb down off that truck
shots ring out from the center of an empty field
Joni's in the tall grass
she's a beautiful mental jukebox
a sailboat explosion
a snap of electric whipcrack
she's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
she doesn't think at all about the past
she thinking long and hard
about that high wild sound
and wondering will it last?
Kick it!
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
There's something turning, Joni, turning right to you
my head burns, but I know you'll speak the truth, hey!
hey Joni, put it all behind you
hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me too
forget the future
these times are such a mess
tune out the past, and just say yes
from the teenage days..
=of dark lips=
somehow she covers me with her world
leaving out all my pollution n all my worries
somehow she saves me everytime
without doing anything but talking to me
and then when she leaves she is still there
it doesnt make sense, in a way i dont want it to
as maybe then it wont mean as much
i dont have to hear her voice, just the memory of her,
not even the things she said, but the fact that she
thought and felt that way when talking, the fact that
i was talking to 'her' - this weird entity...
that is enough to create this warmth so strong that
it massages my foundations...it makes me strong
the best thing about it is that it refuses to
let me depend on it, so that i can never be hurt by it,
by her. u see, it doesnt make sense. its ok, some things arent meant to make sense.
hell we only have five senses in this infinity.
=of dark lips=
somehow she covers me with her world
leaving out all my pollution n all my worries
somehow she saves me everytime
without doing anything but talking to me
and then when she leaves she is still there
it doesnt make sense, in a way i dont want it to
as maybe then it wont mean as much
i dont have to hear her voice, just the memory of her,
not even the things she said, but the fact that she
thought and felt that way when talking, the fact that
i was talking to 'her' - this weird entity...
that is enough to create this warmth so strong that
it massages my foundations...it makes me strong
the best thing about it is that it refuses to
let me depend on it, so that i can never be hurt by it,
by her. u see, it doesnt make sense. its ok, some things arent meant to make sense.
hell we only have five senses in this infinity.
Hi,
hope nobdy minds if a totally new newbie adds to this thread?
just a few words I have read or heard really but they all touched me!
They are decieved who flatter themselves that the ignorant and debased slave has no conception of the magnitude of his wrongs.
they are deceived who imagine that he arises from his knees with back lacerated and bleeding,
cherishing only a spirit of meekness and forgiveness.
A day may come-it will, if his prayer is heard a terrible day of vengence,
When the master in his turn will cry in vain for mercy
Solomon Northup
Words
themselves- the very material of our discourse
increasingly take on masks or disguises
Dennis Potter
there's things i want
there's things i think i want
there's things i've had
there's things i wanna have
do i want the dreams the ones were forced to see
do i want the perfect wife, the word perfect aint quite right
shopping every day, take it back the next break
they say the more you fly
the more you risk your life
i'm just looking i'm not buying
i'm just looking, keeps me smiling
The Stereophonics
"Embrace life it's all we really have"
Me just now 
:D :D
SH rocks
hope nobdy minds if a totally new newbie adds to this thread?
just a few words I have read or heard really but they all touched me!
They are decieved who flatter themselves that the ignorant and debased slave has no conception of the magnitude of his wrongs.
they are deceived who imagine that he arises from his knees with back lacerated and bleeding,
cherishing only a spirit of meekness and forgiveness.
A day may come-it will, if his prayer is heard a terrible day of vengence,
When the master in his turn will cry in vain for mercy
Solomon Northup
Words
themselves- the very material of our discourse
increasingly take on masks or disguises
Dennis Potter
there's things i want
there's things i think i want
there's things i've had
there's things i wanna have
do i want the dreams the ones were forced to see
do i want the perfect wife, the word perfect aint quite right
shopping every day, take it back the next break
they say the more you fly
the more you risk your life
i'm just looking i'm not buying
i'm just looking, keeps me smiling
The Stereophonics
"Embrace life it's all we really have"
Me just now
:D :D SH rocks
This one I wrote a year ago when I woke up and discovered my son was twelve and I had spent most of his waking life at work .
For when the day was over
and the wages had been won.
I came back to my fireside
to spend time with my son.
To talk, to laugh, and play awhile
as was in years long past.
To live each precious moment,
in the hope these times will last.
Alas these times are so short lived,
and children grow so swift.
Sweet memories are all thats left,
but still a precious gift.
So Fathers look upon your Sons,
and help them grow and play.
Remember deep within your heart,
they will be like you one day
For when the day was over
and the wages had been won.
I came back to my fireside
to spend time with my son.
To talk, to laugh, and play awhile
as was in years long past.
To live each precious moment,
in the hope these times will last.
Alas these times are so short lived,
and children grow so swift.
Sweet memories are all thats left,
but still a precious gift.
So Fathers look upon your Sons,
and help them grow and play.
Remember deep within your heart,
they will be like you one day
