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If life is a passing fancy and you just want to reach, maybe touch and be moved,
be a leaf, there maybe, however, a fall in your future,
If life is something you can not let go of, you need hold on tightly, get *****, go deep,
be a root bundle, water, rocks and mostly darkness, is what you see,
If life is to be experienced, sometimes vulnerable, in any weather, give back more than you take,
be a tree, the whole tree, seeds, leaves, branches, bark, roots and inside you are a sap,
but the world will be a better place for it and you will see the forest
as a tree.
planting seed thoughts...
What does he see, the man who sits at the bus stop daily.
His dark hair looks washed but people go by warily,
He wears the same tan coat, will he when it is sunny,
                                                          ­                                 He stares straight ahead.
His skin is so pale, like he has seen some place dark,
I don't see him come or go, he stays there parked,
on that bench with that vacant stare, is he stark

raving mad, alone he
sits still like a stone
who has sank to
rock bottom,
waiting, seeking
hoping, needing
a breath,
of air,
to make it
through the
day or the
surface...
Remember me when I'm gone as a friend
Not as a brother, father, or lover
If my epitaph reads friend, in the end
I'll be proud of time spent, when I ascend
You so lazy
You swallow food whole
You so lazy
Your clothes are tired
You so lazy
You got roots for toes
You so lazy
You won't read this

You so ugly
You momma don't keep a picture
You so ugly
Your dog is embarrassed to be seen with you
You so ugly
You so ugly your fat hides from you in your ***
You so ugly
You scare the dark

You so crazy
You think you're the only sane one
You so crazy
You can understand people talking in tongues
You so crazy
You're like everyone's X combined in one
You so crazy
Charlie Sheen and Amanda B. think you're out of control

You so dumb
I          need           to            talk          s l o w l y
You so dumb
It took you a month to read lips, tough word
You so dumb
The best three years of your life were third grade
You so dumb
You make this poem look like a smart idea
Just my hand at an insult poem. This is not about anyone, just the ideas. I'm not really mean.
Tonight, shall we dance on the beach under a moonlit sky –
Cool sand between our toes, and the tide kissing our feet.
Swaying our hips to the sound of the crashing ocean,
Our stage is the illuminated sea spreading in all direction –
The entire world encapsulated as our audience,
We have captured the concept of being infinite.
http://peterandtink.wordpress.com/2013/06/21/the-moon-shall-be-yours/
I want to go to places,
where water falls, spilling down
hidden rock faces
while pools of water fill the air
with a heavy mist to lift my cares
high out of reach.

Dip my toes into a clear pond,
submerge  hold my breath beyond,
...
not to test me or to test God,
just stay as long, how odd?
to say so long to, my cares.

Now I know they will find me
returning to easily remind me,
they know where I dreamsleep
they are only cares, they
brought their cousins nightmares.

And all I wanted was a break,
a token of a moment of peace,
not be broken into pieces.
It use to be me

She speaks with passion and desire

It use to be to me

She writes songs of love and lust

It use to be for me

She found her perfect match

It was only me

Her heart was broken

It was by me

He words are now for another

I wish they were for me
I don't like me with her
She is amazing
I am jealous
She inspires
I conspire
She evolves
I dissipate
I like her
She likes me
I don't like me with her
Boundless dusk above forsaken intuitions
Stones with ancient seeds
Yet the roots can breathe
The earthly exuberance                                                       ­                       
The naked secret of our song
That manipulates my tounge
Redden from you and I
The contact of our lips
Simulating my hunger for your groin
The nerves of my vertebrates  harbor your weight
As my breast shudder from your touch
Primal delicious desires
I thirst for  the fluids of your flesh

With nurture and greed
I moisten your fingers
Help you find my sensitive  pearl
Relishing the trail of the garden of youth
Primal delicious desires explode in need
Delicate softness of my mystical place
Lifting my body with much response
As my fingers dance, pinch and **** at my peaks
Repeatedly as you   ****** me
I gasp and beg for your caress
I shudder as I chase my wave
Reaching as I whimper into a ******

Simulating my hunger for your groin
Inflaming my pores
I enlarge you ever so slow
Working my hands holding you from behind
One swift lick of your rigid flesh
You pull in a lungful of air
Your hot flesh started to grow
I ease you into my mouth
Circling as you keep the pace
Against me you put me in deep
The sweet taste of you makes me weak
Intense intervals underneath
Between your thighs

Intoxicating the very layers of my juice
I enlarge you once again
Moist and ready
I open my sweetness just for you
As I arch down onto you
Your hands rest on my hips
I begin to feel my flower grow
A whispering rouse escapes from my lungs
We flow inside each another
Deeper in my heat
Your aggressive arousal
Provoking me to quiver
The barrier surrenders to you and I
Vivid blossoms of tranquil harmony
Through the gateway of my womanhood


As you nurish the nutrients you covet for
My protruding pale pink buds
Plump with need
I'd hollow out to place you inside
I'd linger in this universe to pave your delicious desire
As you surrender  pushing me down
You penetrate my mouth once again
As you reclaim my mouth soft and pink
I hope this does not offend anyone if I did I'm sorry.
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