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I've been reading what you share
and I can't stop the dark exhilaration
of seeing your latest work in my list.

Truth is,
even at the risk
of becoming the source of your
most venomous rant...

or

being the subject of your
most intense and  prosaic hatred...

or

being eloquently described
as the most vile piece of
male filth in 10 words
or less...

I still wanna get naked
and f...k your brains out!


Cuz deep down,
I'm a sucker
for clever verses.
If you write with ferocity and depth, then, Hell yes it's about you!
the smoke spurned the fire and rose to flee
but she approached with her own deeper heat
like oil and water her thoughts and dreams
burn with a sinister hue
a thousand colors to her movement's
and each one blurs the lines of reality in the watchers mind
each one like an ocean in which
the unwary could drown

the nights difficult song twisted on
the dulled edges of her words laid with such cunning care
as she convinced him to stay
against his better steel eyed judgements
he did not hear the lock click into place behind
did not sense the ink drying on his fate
and still i sat there mesmerized by the nights song
and how familiar it was to my soul
one more round and let us toast vanity

her sister is perfections rose
and bathed in the soft nights otherworldly glow
beauty clings to her edges like acolytes
come to discover the secrets entwined
come seeing roads in the shadow
the two sisters separated by more than mere miles
separated by a lover they once shared
the bitter sister claimed
and the fair sister fled

he lay in the ruins
a carved stone in the midst of polished jewels
and i could not help him
i had discovered the nights song
and would never see daylight again
smoke had spurned fires embraces
rising to flee with thoughts to find some new life
she sells these dreams
a luxury in these lean days
her innocent eyes asked
as the sun peeked out from the rain
and said hello to us in our joys
and i took her hand looked deep into her eye
with a love that spoke for me
her smile appears and i know that she understood
like i knew she would

a country girl
in cotton blues jeans
shes got a heart full of summer skies
she got a soul of pure magic
her heart is a warm tender place like a mountain stream
sustain you in your hour
nourish your soul and heart to keep
take her walking on the mountain side
take her to that shady tree
take the long day in her arms
the way it should be

after the day done
my country girl sat in my pickup and talked all night
bout all the things we gonna do
all the far away places we'd visit
but for now i'll want for nothin long as i got her
so i'm gonna take her to the shady tree
and give her some love
way it should be
a simple song from the heart
a soft turn of hearts silently spoken phrase
that brings the soul back to yesterday
when rich sunlight fell in quiet afternoon
came to rest soft as butterfly kiss on her cheek
and you saw all the wonders of the world in her eyes
saw the one heart one soul one body as you taught eachother the
song from the heart
like the lovely inspirations of dawns mist
on the still waters
that mystical connections
like when you hear your name on her lips
deeper than words
deep as the moment you see her heart in her eyes
and you soar in the beautiful winds you find there
you burn brightly enduring like the home you find there
like you were born to be in her arms
your destiny by her side
written in the magical inks on the limbs of angels
spreading the dawn light like wings upon the edge of the world
she is your song
a song that speaks with what your heart feels
a simple song from the heart
she waits for you there at waters edge
as dawn breaks on springs sweet tides
barefoot and softly free
sweet lover with your name on her lips
like a simple song from the heart
In literature I go
Still I search for you
Firm grasp of the pen
Still I search for you
To the canvas & brush
Still I search for you
Until my passion is met
I will always search for you
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