Pumping Red Blood beneath paper skin
Flowing without
and Flowing within
breathing life, into
craving eyes
listening to,
all our cries

I cannot separate
From the faltering pain
the pleasure that comes
again and again….
like Waves receding
upon the beach
when something lies
just beneath my reach

i’m talking of the feeling,
i cannot describe
i’m talking of the look
in all our eyes

it’s the feeling that leaves us
cold and alone
hiding behind
these faces of stone
the feeling that something,
just isn’t right
it’s the feeling that leaves us,
up at night,
swallowing serenity
behind closed eyes
In this solace,
we try to hide

but never will and never can,
For this feeling,
is the mark of man

it’s the great power that makes us raise cities
Its in everyman who wallows in pity

It scorches tender hearts with fire
I’m talking,
Of
This feeling,
Desire.

if we ever get drunk again
I'll remember that day our lips met
and that day when
you stole my breath away

but if we ever spent the next day
you wanting us to be 'just friends'
I will grab you by your shoulders
and shake the world out of you
and kiss you so hard
that my lipstick stained your lips permanently

this way
it'll be my turn to steal your heart away
and i will make you doubt
of why you ever thought
that you are better off alone

I can hardly handle
My yearn
My want
My need
For you
You're within my reach
You're within my grasp
I want every waking moment with you
Is that too much to ask?

I can hardly handle
This love I possess
It's so strong
I feel I'm a mess
I can't get you off my mind
But I don't want to
My concentration
Is set on loving you

The disappointment I feel
When it's been just a few hours apart
Is so overwhelming
Feels like I took a dart
Straight to my heart
Thank goodness for our proximity
Without it
I'd die from insanity

I'm in bed with my baby
Oh how happy he makes me

❤****

Like you
Iike me
Like everything that we wanted to be
Like love
Like us
Like our souls as they turn to dust

Love you
Love me
Love everything that we wanted to be
Love love
Love us
Love our souls as they turn to dust

Lost you
Lost me
Lost everything that we wanted to be
Lost love
Lost us
Lost our souls as they turn to dust

Hate you
Hate me
Hate everything that we wanted to be
Hate love
Hate us
Hate our souls as they turn to dust

**** you
**** me
Kil everything that we wanted to be
**** love
**** us
**** our souls as they turn to dust

*******
**** me
**** everything that we wanted to be
**** love
**** us
**** our souls as they turn to dust

No one can truly ever know the pain one has felt.
For so many things in ones life can cause ones pain
All one ever really hopes for is to find and be truly happy
As a child happiness may seem like it comes from one thing.
As an adult happiness may seem like  it comes from something  totally different.
But in the end true happiness is what we all seek.
And we all seek it in some form of love.
For ever since i was a little girl all i dreamed if was this:
Finding this most amazing love.
Someone that would love me more then anything.
Ive been sad for as long as i can remember. Longing for this one true love. Needing it craving it longing for it. But i think today i finally realized all the pain and hurt i have caused myself in hopes of finding it. That truly in order to find the love i so badly want and crave. I must learn to love myself. Or i will never be able to trust that another could every truly love me.

In the process of ridding my mustache of white
To pluck as many and bring black to sight
I had dug too many holes on that stretch
To present the mirror with a perfect wretch!
My missus smiled under her frown
Said, ‘you look the funniest man in town,
You could have dyed the hairs brown
And not made yourself an awful clown!
Fretting more by her pinching poke
Told her ‘it’s no time for a joke,
Help me clean up the mess a bit,
So I don’t become a laughing stock on the street’!
She quickly came up with a plan
A clever woman, she did it with élan
She dabbed her eyeliner on the mess
To restore me a presentable face!
But the story here didn’t come to a close
It yielded love’s another sweet disguise
Whole day I smelled her eyes in my nose
A strand of my mustache she bore in her eyes!

Hello
this is a short message
written this Sunday morning
on March the first

the rain keeps coming from the west
non-stop for two days
risk of flooding
government says.

I miss you - had another dream
driving in sunshine.
It's the sun I miss
mostly - and then of course
there is your friendship
to treasure and to hold.

I hope you're having fun
on your quad.
They say four wheels
are better than two
I'm not so sure
how could you
have Zen and the art of
quad biking -
impossible?

I see you have given in
to peer pressure or whatever
and made your modest entry
in the ******* book
I had a quick look.
It looks
OK.

Now I suppose Twitter
and MySpace
where you can compose
even wittier
sayings.

You're a true master
of Wisdom
with a capital W
But it is not that
you struggle to say something
wise
it comes spontaneously
best when blurted out
immediate response
like:
"they throw babies in dumpsters
in your country too, Janet?"

She'd never forgotten it
as it
was such a strange and powerful thing to say

by the way
I googled your name
and you have loads of coverage
mostly under AHEC and Best.

This is just a few short lines
to say you are on my mind
and in my heart
as always
yours
me.

You said your words always came in threads
Stitch me up
patch up my insercutries with your sewing machine lips
let me use them to sew the memory of you into the fabric of my mind
I want to embroider our broken pieces and make a quilt out of us