Who am i?
Does it matter? Who are you? Do you care to know? Maybe we are one and the same...sharing the same pain because of where we come from. Dancing to the same drum. Looking to have fun trying to avoid that same bullet from the enemies gun...we're both growing and learning...mistakes made, lessons learned. The fire within us both continues to burn...soon we learn while laughing at the same joke, we've both fallen hard, in love inhaling all the smoke from that heavenly herb...we found true love in a place that gives us none. You have helped me see who i am by showing me who u are. Our spirits shine inspite of the dimming souls around us...the ghetto can be a horrible place, but we carry on the path we found this special thing...now we can sing the song of ****** thru the complexity of negativity we are surrounded by...u and i become one, making love so passionately, *******, but oh so tender...EVERYTIME is greater than the last...im your lady, u my man...we fall n dream in eachothers arms. Wake up the next sunrise to do it all again...

If I wore a suit and tie,
And buy you anything that you want,
Would you leave that naked man for me,
Who gave you his clothes, when you had none?

What if I gave you a ring for each finger,
But his life savings could only afford the cheapest one,
Wouldn't you just throw the ring back into cereal box where it is basically came out from?

If you passed away I would remarry,
While he'll probably sulk at your grave everyday,
But I would make your wedding dream comes true,
Would you rather do in his backyard,
With all those plants in the way?

Tell me young lady who would you chose,
Show the world what love means to you.

Choose him she should,
But,
Choose him she didn't.

She chose a man who could give her everything,
But not love,
Instead,
Of choosing a man who could give her love,
Over everything else.

Ladies and gentlemens have you every made the biggest mistake in your life? But listen up I made the biggest mistake,biggest mistake to think he would change but now I'm saying goodbye to all the memories that we had and I regret even trying to give him a chance,but I'm losing myself so I'm thinking I'll just live with what's left but boy please tell me why did you have to go and treat me like the ******* the side? And why did you have to go and make me cry? And boy please tell me why did you have to go and lie to me? And cause me pain? After I gave you my heart baby am I'm what you need? I know I did wrong to but not like that but I'm going to go out a leading lady how my mom raised me cause boy you could of told me or you could've walked away and I've would had understand but now I don't care I wish I never let you in my life and if I could I would forget about you and Leave you as a mystery but y'all I don't care any more oh oh no I'm lying,lying that's why he not here,that's why he not here cause he knows I still care, he knows I still care that's why he don't care no no he don't.

     Have to keep our heads up even through the worst it will get better even when it hurts the most.

A little more tea Miss? His voice suddenly grasps me back to reality.
His politeness has always been
his best quality.

Yes Jerry, some more tea
will be fine.
I wouldn't say, but lately
I do prefer to drink wine.

His old shaking hand pours just enough, like his butler hand was taught.
Into the finest pink teacups my grandmother once bought.

How I long for my childhood days where I didn't need to sit and drink tea all day.
How I long for the days I was still young and free to play.

Now it's me and my lady like life,
where I'm only allowed to dream about becoming a mother and wife.

-ZvZ-

What scope have I to know?
What field have I to explore?
For the desire to exalt the mind from the dank dark valley of the body.
Nothing. No a thing is mine knowledge of what weighs lesser than the wind.
Yet to claim mine honesty, I let the wind.
Failed I to quantify thy compassion.
So this queue of bouquets of words.
Splashing of sentences of flora.
For just as constellations pertain to the sky,
So art thou castellated within thine-self.

Her body, tired.
Her limbs, overworked.
Her baby, forever wailing.

Laying bricks around,
That's who she is.
The little lady,
Who puts houses together
But couldn't build her own life.
That's who she is,
Forced to survive,
Forced to be something
That she was never born to become.

She goes to sleep after washing off the dust,
That she knows will collect in the same places tomorrow
And the day after that,
And the day after that,
And the lifetime after that.

Laying down the concrete,
That's who she is.
The old young lady,
Who mixes cement for a living
But couldn't glue her life back together.

Watching The Girl in pink explain to us the deep history of medieval art and music
While i'm trying to figure out how to replicate their legacy
Staying quiet in my own thoughts
These videos are so dated
But it gives me some chance to be elated
About what and who i can be
These lights turn off just a little too fast
But i'll get used to it
I always do-i'm the learning example of adaption
We have to be a little taller than the uncut grass
And a bit higher than the Hot Balloons
I don't get to see too many of those too often
Those people are brave souls for going inside them and flying
But you should have the want like they do
To reach out and grab the trophy that has your name printed on it
Pink Lady is what they call her
And she seems so happy explaining the exciting portions of this vastly dated time period
You kind of wish more girls had the interests she had
When these videos end
I feel a little more encouragement to be something better than i was yesterday

Though green his not to *** without love
The feeling of cheers still as hot
After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed

Princesses are quite shy at first
But how could they neglect his touch of dearness
How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress

He  love to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled
Those are music to his ear
He love to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked
Those are art in his eyes

Alas! Thy virginity was taken away
Thy pureness was broken like a glass
To the air thy clamor burst
The adjective left to thy mouth was a cursed
A cursed for him, the BIG BIG WOLF....



Written: July 27, 2001 @ 3:20 pm

nom de plum: Mysterious Aries